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LIFE TIDES
I shut my eyes, and I’m free
To really see
To really, really be
Some things we just can’t flee
Like waves of trouble all about
Like time that passes, passes by
I ask you why, oh why
So it does from the start
True love shores up the heart
A love you can not see
But dares to really, really be
You can’t see hope
But it’s there, yes it’s there
Hanging as if a rope
Walk with me these sands of life
Promise they won’t all be sands of strife
To live, to die, they say is gain
You’ll be there in that rain of pain
And when I shut my eyes tonight
Surely all will be alright
Stay by my side
And I’ll get through this dark, dark tide
Now in this sand I’ll hold your hand
The waves may scream my name
But I know who wins this game
The sun will shine
And yes, you’ll see, I’ll be just fine
SEEDS TO GROW
You planted me here so many years ago
Tired and worn out
Must be my time to go
I spread my branches toward your sky
Never once questioning why
The days, they pass
As do the nights
Now ending with a heavy sigh
And, when I was nowhere in sight
You’re the one that planned each day and night
You poured me full cups of sunshine, pelted me with wet rain from above
And fed me from treasures below
Oh, how can it be so
Tired and worn out
Must be my time to go
Tender branches once warmed by summer winds of long ago
Yes, my dark, dark winter is here
The falling leaves of death are oh so near
Come home you say
Your job is done today
For you planted seeds to grow
And they’ll forever stay
Don’t you know
Chosen Vessel
The Master was searching for a vessel to use
On the shelf there were many – which one would He choose?
“Take me, cried the gold one. “I’m shiny and bright.
“I’m of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for Someone like You, Master, gold would be best!”
The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
“I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll pour out Your wine
And I’ll be at your table whenever you dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And silver will always compliment You.”
Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass.
It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
“Here! Here!” cried the vessel, “I know I will do.
“Place me on Your table for all men to view.”
“Look at me”, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
“My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride.
And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.”
The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
“You may use me, dear Master”, the wooden bowl said.
But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!”
Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay,
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.
“Oh! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.”
“I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor the one who displays his contents so proud;
Nor the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
Just this plain earthly vessel filled with my power and might.”
Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly, “There’s work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.”
Beulah V. Cornwall
My mom recently gave me a copy of this poem the other day which I had never seen before. I wanted to share it with you here if you have never seen it before. What a wonderful description of how GOD wants to use us for his purposes, and how he intends to do it. He wants to use us and for us to give back his blessings and his love that he pours into us. What a great reminder of the loving GOD we have.
Now I See
Purple rays of light slice the dawn
Before the sun settles in and light is gone
I must pass the baton
I saw
Now I see
I will forever be with thee
It’s now I know
It’s now I see
It’s not about me
The race is here
Your face so near
You hold my hand
I take my stand
And if I fall
I’ll surely call
On you today, and every day
Love doesn’t take a break
Even when mistakes I make
I saw
But now I see
It’s not about me
It’s now I know
It’s how I see
You whisper in my ear
I am here, I am here
Just keep going, I am near
Life will twist and turn
And yes, it can be stern
But when you see
That he is with thee
You’ll take your stand
On his command
I saw
But now I see
It’s not about me
The Shadow
The Shadow
The shadow casts a glance
It’s really not just happenstance
They come and see me every now and then
Wish I could touch them again
They leave me a flower or two
There’s nothing I can do
Some live life to die
Others die to live life
Oh; the shadow is cast in the end
For you see, life doesn’t let you pretend
The days, they come and go
Like the wind, the rain, and snow
Footprints in the sand
Oh, they sure don’t last long
In the heart; that’s where they’ll stand
So shine your light while you can
May the shadow guide your fellow man
Some die and live
Some live and die
The shadow never questions why
When I visited the Fort Gibson National Cemetery this morning where my step-father is buried, these are the thoughts that came to my mind. Yes, the light we have within us does cast a shadow that will long be remembered when we are gone. The shadow is cast from the light within and remains. A shadow is not made up of just darkness, but emanates from the source within. May your light shine bright and may those who follow behind know the legacy of your shadow and the light you leave with them.
Raging Storm
RAGING STORM
Life is like a raging storm
rain, thunder, and all
You’ll fly up high into the sky
and you’ll be soon to fall
Out of the nest you’ll fall so far
travelling far from home
making a life for yourself,
making yourself a home
Life is like a raging storm
everything’s unexpected
Life is so chaotic
and the chaos is reflected
in everything you do
A simple pattern can be found
but life does not hold any pattern
as it races against the ground
Life is like a raging storm
a mass of darkened clouds
But even though it can be hard
the eye of the storm can be found
amidst the roars and crashes of thunder
lies the eye of the storm
Make your journey back up from down under
back to the place you were born
Author – Kyle Smith – my 14-year-old nephew
Then Came The Son
Then Came the Son
They say my eyes are always red
How would they like to be me instead
My mouth tastes salty and dry
I smell peppermint candy nearby
Grab a piece and give it a try
I hear the hands of the clock moving slow
Maybe its time to go
I clash and bash in this never-ending fight
Oh deep dark blanket of the night
All hope has vanished from my sight
Ice cold tears drop one by one to a puddle on the sheet of my bed
I turn one way, then another to rest my hair frazzled head
Worn with worry and the grip of life
There is too much in this strain and strife
I turn to face the sky
Reach up my hand and ask why
Why … Why….. Why….
Then comes the SON
The only ONE
A warm hand illuminated by some bright white light
Reaches down to mine in that dark night of fright
Cascading from heaven above
Pulsating and filling me with his pure love
Then came the SON
The only ONE