What’s in a name? It’s just a name,
A few small letters in a row.
Though countless others use the same,
To me it’s special, for I know
That when I speak his name, his ears
Are open to my voice. His smile
Can melt my sorrows, calm my fears.
And though we’re distant for a while,
The miles melt, my hopes enwreathe
Whenever I his name but breathe.
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I read the book you gave to me;
It made me feel so close to you.
The words on every page I see,
You read them first, when you went through.
When turning to page ninety-three,
Some special tokens came in view.
For pressed between the pages there
Were petals from a once-red rose
And a ribbon ‘round a lock of hair—
Their meaning no one but us knows….
Continue reading “Little Treasures”
as the crow flies
I can see your eyes
When mind defies
in the valley
via Flight from Perspectives on Life, the Universe, and Everything
Hankering deep within the heart
Finding purpose in the delay
Continue reading “Longing”
Though learning, I see
I’ll always an apprentice
And be still.
I have heard your prayer.
In time I’ll prove how much I
Continue reading “How Much I Care”
When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love Him.
Continue reading “Contradictions”
I don’t listen to a lot of country music, and what country I do listen to is happy music: John Denver’s Country Roads, Unkle Kracker’s Smile, Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors, etc. But one day I was driving down the road, and the words to this song started playing in my mind, complete with a melody. I have no idea if the melody belongs to someone else, but as far as I know, the lyrics are original with me. The tune has not been written or recorded yet; it’s still stuck inside my head. But I hope you like the words….
Continue reading “Fairy Tales”
Don’t just pray about what seems logical and possible.
Pray HARD about the “impossible.”
God will show you that NOTHING,
nothing, nothing, nothing,
is impossible with Him.
End of story.
Continue reading “Nothing Is Impossible”
Instead of counting our days, we should be making our days count.”
the days ’til
the waiting’s done,
when I shall be yours
and we two shall be one.
Though the waiting may seem long
I promise to be strong for you
and I will patiently bide my time—
‘Til the waiting’s done, I’m counting the days.
While waiting, I do not sit idly by.
No, I fill the moments with good things:
bringing cheer to others around
me, and bettering myself—
all for the sake of us.
Waiting no longer
seems so long, since
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What is better than a longing?
What’s superior to fearing?
What surpasses merely coping?
I will not be known for moping
‘Til the waiting time is gone,
But instead I shall go on
Belonging, endearing, hoping.
Continue reading “Better Things”