Sunday, November 5, 2017

If you were wearing Solomon's shoes...

If you were wearing Solomon’s shoes
What would you want? What would you choose?
If bright this morning, on your knees,
The Lord has asked you what you please

Would you have asked for wealth or fame? 
Or for a well-respected name?
Would you have asked a pleasant life—
Devoid of challenge, strain, or strife?

Would you have wanted something good
That still was not the best you could?
A life of ease or longer days?
Or human words of love and praise?

Or maybe skill for some nice task—
Would that be what you’d want and ask?
To sing like birds...or speak like gold
Or gain a talent yet untold...

Let not the good supplant the best.
For those who ask will still be blessed
When they delight themselves in Him,
Whose choicest blessings never dim

For God “will give that which is good”
And if this thing we understood,
We’d trust the plan He had in mind
And crave each gift that He designed 

We’d want to want what He would choose,
No matter what we’d gain or lose
For just as Solomon gained more
In seeking wisdom from God’s store

When we will seek Him first and best,
Then can be added all the rest,
For such will have it’s proper place,
When far eclipsed by Jesus’ face!

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Stay Close to the Light

Stay close to the Light,
And follow His lead,
Because in the night,
His guidance we need

Stay close to the Light,
When questions arise,
The way, truth, the right,
May come as surprise

Stay close to the Light,
-Our Savior and Friend-
Or wander we might,
In tide or in trend

Stay close to the Light,
For safe is His way,
His lamp, it is bright,
While near it we stay

Stay close to the Light,
Yet, faith must still grow
In trusting His sight
For what we don't know

Stay close, my dear friend, to the Light!

Sunday, October 8, 2017


Could we peel away the sky,
Could we answer every "Why",
Could we plumb the waters deep or ocean wide
Could we look into the realm
Of the waves that overwhelm, 
Or explain the ebb and flow of lunar tide

Could we answer every doubt,
And describe our total route,
Could we map our lives from genesis and on
Could we always, fully know,
Would we ever fully grow,
In the faith that sees at night the morning dawn? 

For the faith that has it's sight,
And is strengthened with the night,
When tested, proved, comes forth a brighter gold
Through days of darkness now,
With trusting we can bow,
And with thanks, commit to Him what's yet untold!

Friday, September 29, 2017

The Potter's Plans

I know that there are those anticipating my blogged updates from the other side of the planet and the other hemisphere...but I am still north of the equator, this side of the pond. Nevertheless it is due that this dusty blog come out of the coma it went into when yours truly plunged into the deep end of nursing school.

God does not see as humanity sees. (Amen?!) He doesn't plan like us either. Why would you? If your vision was not limited to time and space, and your plans had creative power, why formulate any idea only within the box of here and now? It wouldn't make sense. After all, what kind of plans would we devise?

What kind of plans would we devise,
Who have but mortal minds and eyes?
Who cannot see the greater scheme,
Nor conjure an immortal dream?

How would we plan from day to day
(When we cannot discern the way
That circumstances often take)
And not be left to our mistake?

Whose thoughts can think beyond this realm?
Whose arm can handle his own helm?
Whose goals are broad enough or high 
As His whose stars still trace the sky?

Could we record the sands of earth?
Or figure out the code of birth?
Could we design our very breath?
Or somehow stop the work of death?

Then how do we suppose we may,
Now orchestrate ourselves our way
And from a human point of view
Contrive a life that's worth debut?

How can we think that if we could,
We'd work things out just as they should,
Preventing all the bumps and rain,
And getting all we reckon gain? 

Do we forget that One whose heart
Has held us from the very start,
Whose fingers fashioned us -the clay,
Is also Potter of each day?

Do we now think that in His hands
Our life's in danger at His plans?
When every turn the Potter makes
Produces what He undertakes?

This is the One who's Authored life,
Who knows the controversies' strife,
Who walked this earth in Heaven's will,
From manger to Golgotha's hill

This is the One whose love would dare,
Almighty bonds to cut and tare,
And God from God Himself to break,
In my behalf, for His love's sake

Then how can we not trust to Him:
The future which we see so dim;
The turns beyond finite repeal;
When they are of the Potter's wheel?

And can we not discern and tell,
That He who "doeth all things well",
Does not forget His chosen clay, 
But purposely leaves it to lay?

That through each change the Potter's hand,
May work out that which He had planned
And one day to His Father bring,
A vessel fit to serve the King.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

God's Success

Dying to live, giving to have, surrender to conquer, and choosing to leave the choice with God are all part of that life that measures with the life of God... the life of human failure that allows God to succeed. Such a life can be rightly called an ultimate success, because it is not human success. It is a success of the power of Heavenly transformation. 

Our usefulness and destiny 
Depend not on our birth,
And beauty is no guarantee
Of what a life is worth.

The genius, or the master mind,
Speak not of moral weight.
Too often those of brilliance find
They've learned it far too late.

It isn't chance or incident
That tells us who we are.
One failure does not represent
Our aptitude and par.

It's rather in the daily choice
That we can see our make,
Our habits tell with candid voice
If we're a fraud or fake.

But even habits can be changed
And molded by our Lord.
Our filthiness can be exchanged—
His heart in us restored.

It's work that only He can do—
To carve in us His face.
Each blow is shaping us anew,
Each stroke another grace.

He will not strike us needlessly,
He knows our feeble frame,
And how to make us fully free
Of sin and all its shame.

So no it isn't prettiness
That makes a girl like gold,
Nor is in strength the manliness
That makes his worth untold.

But in yielding up the will,
Despite the cost and pain,
Is found the one essential skill
For true success and gain.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016


It's obstacles that make you strong,
And not that helping hand
It's difficulties all along,
That give you strength to stand

Those hard responsibilities,
That conflict or rebuff,
Those things that take from life it's ease,
It's these that make you tough

So challenges are not that bad—
They're blessings in disguise
So when you face them don't be sad,
For they will make you wise!

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Sensing His Presence...

I have liked this quote for a long time, and I thought it would be nice to make it a rhyme. :)

"Only the sense of God's presence can banish the fear that, for the timid child, would make life a burden...Let him read that wonderful story of Elisha in the mountain city, and, between him and the hosts of armed foemen, a mighty encircling band of heavenly angels. Let him read how to Peter, in prison and condemned to death, God's angel appeared... Let him read of that scene on the sea, when to the tempest-tossed soldiers and seamen, worn with labor and watching and long fasting, Paul the prisoner, on his way to trial and execution, spoke those grand words of courage and hope: “Be of good cheer....
These things were not written merely that we might read and wonder, but that the same faith which wrought in God's servants of old might work in us. In no less marked a manner than He wrought then will He work now wherever there are hearts of faith to be channels of His power." Child Guidance pg. 42-43.

Only the sense of God's comfort and presence
Can banish the fear of the timid and shy,
That knowledge alone to them is a defense,
Removing fear's burden that grows up so high

Let them remember the angel from heaven
Who camps round about all the children of Light,
Let them remember the promise that's given—
He's there to deliver them by day or night

Let them reread of that wilderness prophet
Who was with his servant behind Dothan's gate,
Though horses and forces surrounded them, yet,
God's army was bigger, the Scriptures relate

Let them review how from heaven to Peter,
Though chained, and though guarded, and deep in his cell,
Was sent a strong angel, to safely deliver
The servant of God from that dark citadel

And then there's the scene on the tempest tossed sea,
Of Paul telling sailers to 'Be of good cheer',
Revealing to them and to us heaven's key
For weathering storms and for conquering fear

You see, God had spoken a word unto Paul
That there would not even be one loss of life,
And so when in fear on God's promise we fall,
We'll find safe at last a strong tower in strife

Whenever, wherever we become afraid
We have but to turn to the Tower of Christ,
For faith cast upon Him cannot be betrayed
Nor trust at all placed on His Word sacrificed!