Sittng on a bench
In the garden just now
Watching a butterfly
Perched at the edge of
A birdbath getting a drink,
Made me think.
I couldn't help but marvel
At God's love and care
For something so fragile.
That He does take account
Of all that He has made
We know from Jesus' words
In the Sermon on the Mount,
Where he speaks of even
Of the birds of the air
Being provided for
By our Father's tender love.
I feel His care surrounding all.
Monday, May 21, 2018
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Jesus' Words on Light
Candy pink roses blow in cool breeze,
Care-free birds dart in and out of hedges,
Someone mows his lawn in the distance.
Of all the May delights that confront me
As I sit here on stone garden bench,
It's setting-sunrays that get me most --
Light plays on trunks of trees,
Light glints off rusting wire fence
A farmer put up long before we moved in.
But there's a thought much higher
Than enchanting light of earth --
It's something Christ Jesus said:
"I am the light of the world: he that
Followeth after me shall not walk in darkness,
But shall have the light of life."
(John 8:12)
The beauty of this Light
Can never fade to black.
Its presence and its power
Followers of His can never lack.
Care-free birds dart in and out of hedges,
Someone mows his lawn in the distance.
Of all the May delights that confront me
As I sit here on stone garden bench,
It's setting-sunrays that get me most --
Light plays on trunks of trees,
Light glints off rusting wire fence
A farmer put up long before we moved in.
But there's a thought much higher
Than enchanting light of earth --
It's something Christ Jesus said:
"I am the light of the world: he that
Followeth after me shall not walk in darkness,
But shall have the light of life."
(John 8:12)
The beauty of this Light
Can never fade to black.
Its presence and its power
Followers of His can never lack.
Monday, May 7, 2018
Using Our Talents for Christ
Writers who use their talents
In the service of their King
Have so little say
In whether they write or not;
Thoughts begin to flow,
Words are set to go,
And inspiration must be attended to
With singleness of heart.
Those who do this gathering
Of ideas from above
Inhabit a universe they're in,
But all too often not of --
Men and women who dwell apart.
You, world, are richer far
That these beings
Are as they are.
In the service of their King
Have so little say
In whether they write or not;
Thoughts begin to flow,
Words are set to go,
And inspiration must be attended to
With singleness of heart.
Those who do this gathering
Of ideas from above
Inhabit a universe they're in,
But all too often not of --
Men and women who dwell apart.
You, world, are richer far
That these beings
Are as they are.
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
"Feed My Lambs"
It wasn't a little lamb
Looking back at me
Toward sunset
As I opened the garage door
To put trash out,
But a little masked creature,
Very, very hungry
It (a young mother
with mouths to feed?)
Had been drawn in
By the bag of dog food
We put out by the woods
For any stray animals.
Soon this dear thing came back,
And fell upon the food.
With ever shrinking habitat,
This happens with woodland
Creatures more and more.
As satisfying this was, in a way,
To feed an animal in need,
I thought of food of another kind --
The spiritual nourishment
So many are starved for
(Though they may know it not) --
The life-giving Word of God.
What a privilege it is
For you and me to be doing
What we can to feed His lambs,
To be carrying out Jesus'
Solemn charge to Peter.
And pure joy!
Looking back at me
Toward sunset
As I opened the garage door
To put trash out,
But a little masked creature,
Very, very hungry
It (a young mother
with mouths to feed?)
Had been drawn in
By the bag of dog food
We put out by the woods
For any stray animals.
Soon this dear thing came back,
And fell upon the food.
With ever shrinking habitat,
This happens with woodland
Creatures more and more.
As satisfying this was, in a way,
To feed an animal in need,
I thought of food of another kind --
The spiritual nourishment
So many are starved for
(Though they may know it not) --
The life-giving Word of God.
What a privilege it is
For you and me to be doing
What we can to feed His lambs,
To be carrying out Jesus'
Solemn charge to Peter.
And pure joy!
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