Monthly Archives: December 2017

Some Gifts Of The Spirit.

26 Tuesday Dec 2017

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Peace comes to me in the morning                                                            

And alights soft as an angel’s wing.

Joy fills my heart to overflowing

And compels my soul to sing.

Love flows through me to my family

And out to a hurting world.

Patience teaches me to wait

For God’s plan to be unfurled.

Faith grows as time goes on,

And I leave the world behind.

I learn how to be more caring

With Jesus inside my mind.

Hope rises within my soul

Despite the gloom and the darkness.

For I know all of us can reflect

The light of God’s great goodness.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

The Gift Of Christ

26 Tuesday Dec 2017

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Found on Pinterest on December 10, 2015. Dave Bowman.

On such a cold night as this,

A little babe was born

Into a world of racial strife,

And many were forlorn.

 

They must have felt, so keenly then,

That hope was all but lost.

So many babies had been killed,

And houses had been tossed.

 

Yet, a little baby boy

Survived the night to walk

The rugged hills of Galilee

And lead a shepherd’s flock.

 

He walked the shores of Galilee

And talked to fishermen.

He fed the poor, healed the sick,

And  forgave those with sin.

 

He treated kindly those He met,

Had mercy in His heart.

He touched the outcasts’ hands 

And made His giving an art.

 

He came to teach another way 

That men could finally live:

A life of love and service

And wanting to forgive.

 

For we were given a great gift

The world had never known:

A  gift of love and sacrifice, 

So none would die alone.

Yu/stan/kema.

Learning To Deal With Evil.

15 Friday Dec 2017

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The forces of evil can

Come up behind you 

And take you by surprise,

Despite the things you do.

 

 Evil can flow into

The smallest of places,

Side-step your defenses,

And win over good graces.

 

Evil can wear the face

Of any religion,

In order to get others

To sanctify it’s position.

 

Evil can harm the soul

When old grievances remain

To fester and grow

And cause emotional pain.

 

Evil can be overcome by

Replacing bad thoughts with good

And holding on to the hope

That God’s plan can be understood.

 

Any place where God is residing,

Evil cannot persist.

Good intentions and prayer

Can help us all to resist.

 

Stand firm in your faith

And do what is right.

God will see you through

Even the darkest night.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

Walking In The Sunlight.

13 Wednesday Dec 2017

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I”m  walking in the sunlight

Even though my heart is breaking. 

This world has seen enough misery,

To set my heart racing.

 

Found on Pinterest on 4-29-17. bonitavista.tumblr.com. Mayford Woods, CrewKerne, Somerset.

People need a little break

From their worries and cares.

They need a helping hand  

And someone to say a prayer.

 

Be the one who reaches out 

With a warm and friendly smile.

Say the words to lift them up

And make them feel worthwhile.

 

For the world’s a lonely place

When the storms of life hit,

And they’ve lost the will to rise,

And need some nourishment.

 

Be the one who takes a step

To heal a broken heart,

And finds the time to wipe

Away the tears that start.

 

We are all facing sorrows.

Why not help one another? 

Let’s walk in the sunlight, 

And learn to love each other.

Yu/stan/kema

 

In Honor Of Beauty.

11 Monday Dec 2017

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Found on Pinterest on 6-11-16. Jasper National Park.

Why do you seek destruction                 

Of the beauty all around us?

You say, “To make some money.

No need to make a fuss.”

 

It takes years to grow a tree

While it shelters singing birds.

A tree has endless beauty

And is loved beyond words.

 

Have you ever climbed a mountain

And rested on its top?

Have you spent hours gazing

And found you could not stop?

 

Why gut protected places

God has taken time to make?

Why cut the virgin forests, 

Mine the canyons that you take?

 

Wild land has been protected

For many decades by the best,

Because they knew its worth

Was more than coins in a chest.

 

The canyons and the rivers

Became a place to find

The soul that lives inside us

And leave our cares behind.

 

A place where we could challenge

The best we could become,

And find the time to talk to

The God we all come from.

 

We don’t need men to plunder,

Or steal the lands we trod,

Only to become more wealthy

And destroy what comes from God.

Yu/stan/kema