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His Hand

My Father’s hand outstretched for me, I always know it’s there. It gently guides and keeps me safe, with comfort, love and care.

I sense His hand upon my face, He catches every tear. Through grace and peace I ease my mind, He takes away all fear.

There’s never been a time you see, that I have been alone. God’s hand is on my life always, I am one of His own.

Faith or Fear?

With a failing market and prices high—we watch inflation reach the sky. The fear sets in and clouds our view—panic distorts and runs askew.

Election time is now at hand—each picks a side throughout the land. All at once a division made—and hope for unity begins to fade.

What guides the principles we hold dear—are they driven by faith or run by fear? Do we trust in man to save this earth—or trust God’s gift of Jesus’ birth?

Let’s put God’s power back in place—for He alone can win this race. Pray for peace and our fellow man—as we walk together through this great land.

Interrupted

She put her hand upon His cloak—not caring what one might say. Christ knew her heart and set her free—an interruption was made that day.

They come at unexpected times—even on your toughest days. Simon cast his nets once more—God provided in unmatched ways.

I lived my life in overdrive—the diagnosis heard was grim. It gave me time to pause and see—that all I need in is Him.

The next time interruption calls—take heart and trust God’s plan. He only wants the best for us—so let’s praise Him all we can.

The Door

God showed up and closed a door—on a toxic situation. The Devil cringed and stepped aside—for further evaluation.

He’d watched my walk with God grow weak—and grinned with anticipation. Soon pushed his hand upon that door—and watched with determination.

I sensed no harm as I passed through—only a rush of motivation. All at once a cold wind blew—and I felt his domination.

The wreckage once behind that door—is still in operation. A question now I ask myself—do I choose Light or condemnation?

Determined

The silent hurt she felt inside, would one day leave it’s mark. Each hateful action, word and deed, was kindling yet to spark.

Until the day she made her plan, to end the throbbing pain. Her backpack full of weapons new, she stepped inside the train.

It traveled through a quiet town, her eyes began to search. She gazed upon a gathered crowd, outside a small white church.

Intrigued by what she witnessed there, got off to check things out. The pastor spoke with gentleness, but yet she had her doubt.

Determined to get answers quick, she walked up to the stage. And boldly asked to speak with him, in questioning her rage.

An interruption not ignored, but placed in Jesus’s hands. The pastor took the time to care, which changed this young girl’s plans.

She gave her life to Christ that day, no longer walks alone. May we hear the call to help someone, and vow not to postpone.

A Single Verse

We gathered in the well-lit room, and fellowship ensued. Sweet voices filled the table space, and set a joyous mood.

Each chose a verse upon the page, a simple line or two. Then wrote down thoughts that stirred within, what Jesus vowed to do.

Some felt themselves as undeserved, and gently wiped a tear. Together learned our Savior’s grace, of promise over fear.

His Word for us had come to life, an anchor in any storm. A single verse we take with us, and watch our lives transform.

Divine Interruption

Divinely interrupt my life, dear Lord—You see a greater plan. Keep directing every step I take—Man’s salvation is at hand.

I may be tired, weak and broke—As I wait upon your call. Give me strength to see beyond myself—As I serve them one and all.

Your love for me is it has no measure—Keep my laziness at bay. I will welcome your diversion now—For your glory lights the way.

At a Distance

At a distance our lives were much the same—in this small town place that we call home. Each day was filled with carefree fun—well protected by an unseen dome.

At a distance we partied, lived and laughed—at times quite reckless I would say. The future was still a far off blur—at what would eventually come our way.

At a distance we chose the ones we loved—to share our lives throughout each day. Our families grew as our behaviors did too—though at some point we’d lost our way.

At a distance our lives would slowly crumble— trying to bury the pains from yet our past. When our emotions overwhelmed us—we hid behind a front that would not last.

At a distance we admitted much defeat—our lives became a chaotic mess. It’s then we reached for help instead—and through the fog found others whom we could bless.

At a distance now we stand no more—each path and journey divinely placed. Our lives were once destruction bound—but stronger now in spite of what we’ve faced.

Let’s journey boldly with each new day—a second chance to us be given. To right the wrongs and at peace we’ll be—living joyous, free and forgiven.

Filling Needs

I found a man who hungered—brought food to help sustain. Another had a broken heart—shared words to ease the pain.

A single mom was tired—took her children to the park. Brought light of God’s forgiveness—to someone in the dark.

One shivered in the dampness—gave clothes and some hot tea. The gal had not the money—I paid her grocery fee.

His eyes were red and swollen—offered him a gentle smile. The woman old and tired—gave my seat to rest awhile.

A life was marred by sinning—He took it all away. The pain endured upon the cross—gave redemption on that day.

Stand Strong

A volcano, from the outside, has a presence strong and bold. It’s mighty walls resilient to whatever life unfolds.

Each day withstands the pressures of outside forces strong. While the earth beneath its surface senses something could go wrong.

The changes start out gradual, as the heat begins to form. Its pressure builds intensity with each internal storm.

Until at last each chamber, weighted down begins to fill. Which causes inside fractures to erupt and slowly spill.

Once relieved of this destruction, a healing process starts. This mighty fortress scarred a bit but didn’t fall apart.