THE BITTER CHANGES INTO THE SWEET

The Bitter Changes
Into the Sweet
As JESUS helps Me
My Troubles
To Meet.
He strengthens
My Heart,
And tells Me
That He will play
A great part
In solving My
Problems
And lifting My
Cares
In Answer to
My Multitudes
Of Most Sincere
and Humble
Prayers.




FORGIVENESS IS THE JOY DIVINE

Forgiveness
Is The Joy
Divine!
Happiness comes
When You Say
You'll Be Mine.

I'll Love You
Forever
And a Day
If You'll just
Come My
Way




TROUBLED TIMES

At troubled Times
God seems to be
closest.
He is Always Near
At times of
Stress and pain ~
And Invariably
He sends His
Angels
To paint My
Skies With
Rainbow Colors...
After He has
Sent Me
The Rain.





TROUBLES ARE LIKE BUBBLES

Troubles are like
Bubbles...
and When They Blow
away -
We Wonder Why
From The Master's
Side
We have let them
Lead us astray!

For He is ever ready
our battles to
fight.
And When We
Pray...
We Must Believe
That Things are
Coming out All Right!



A BEAUTIFUL BIRDSONG

A Beautiful bit of Birdsong
Came at Eventide
From our budding Peach
Tree.
It was so filled
With an exquisite Melody
That I thought it
must be especially sung
for Me.

I knew that it had
a message.
God was bringing
Me His Joy.
and Cheer.
It was as though
In The Birdsong
He was saying;
"Be Happy My Child.
Be Happy because
To You, I Am Near!"



A KING IS BORN

I stood on
a lofty
pinnacle
alone.
One star was
in the
sky;
I saw a vision
of a Throne.

Faintly, I heard
a Baby's
cry.
I made my way
down
the steep hill -
And brushed
an Angel's wing.

I saw
even the
animals
knelt
to pray.

It was so wondrous...
I started to sing
And
I Sang:

"Glory to God
in the Highest!

And on earth
Peace, good will
toward men.

For... in Bethlehem
A Savior
is born
this day...

Who to all
peoples
Shall be
The Life,
The Truth,
and
The Way!"




MY GREETINGS TO THE MORNING

I send Greetings
To The Morning
As I Watch it
unfold.
Wisps of soft
Pink Clouds
That gradually
Turn To Gold.
The Mourning Doves
Come hurrying to
Sit on the Wire -
And as they
Sweetly Coo...
They My loveliest
Thoughts
Inspire!



MY SHEEP HEAR MY VOICE

My sheep Hear My Voice
And They follow
Me then
Up a steep rocky
Hillside or
Down in a glen.

Their Love for Me
causeth
All Self to go,
And They only
Travel
Where I let
Them Know.

If One loses
A footing,
We reach down
An Arm
And soon He
Is on His
Shoulder
Away from
All harm.

O My sheep
Hear My
Voice
And He follows
Me then
up a steep,
Rocky
Hillside
Or down
In a glen.



UPON HIM ALONE

Upon Him Alone
I lean.
It is for Him
To Lead
The Way!
My Heart
I shall
Keep clean.
I shall Bow...
And Praise
And Pray!
I shall Bow...
And Praise
And Pray!



JESUS' FOOTPRINTS

Sweet Peace,
Which alone
Could Come
From Thee
Fills My storm - tossed
Heart,
Stills the rough Sea.
Thy benediction
Rests
Like a quiet Hand
Upon My forehead,
and looking down
I see Thy footprints
In the sand.

ONLY THE NEXT STEP

Only The Next Step,
Lord I ask.
Only the Faith
To fulfill
Thy task.

Only Thy Light
on The Path
Ahead
For the span
of The Next
Step
I Must tread.


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