DARK DAY

The Day Is Dark and filled
With gloom - But There Is Sunlight
In My Soul.
My Heart
Is Like a Lighted Room -
And My Life will
find it's Goal.
My Heart
Is like
A lighted
Room . . .
And My Life
Will Reach
It's goal.



THE GOOD, THE BAD

The Good, The Bad,
The Beautiful, The Sad,
It is All of Life's
Weaving.
I Love It All, To stand
Or fall, and Naught
Shall find Me
Grieving.



FAITH

It's a Waiting on
And a Believing,
A Trusting In Thee.
It's a Hoping and
A Knowing Thou
Wilt Surely Set Me Free.
It's A Praising and
a Loving In The Place
Of dark Despair.
It's a Safety of
Existence I could Never find
Elsewhere.
It's a Joy and a
Surrender - and a resting
In Thee.
It's a Knowledge that
when Ready
Thou wilt
Fully Succor Me.
It's a Whispering
Hope to Guide Me
And make Life
worthwhile and sweet.



LEAVE ALL IN HIS HANDS

We Must Leave
All In His Hands.
His Hands Are
Strong our Sorrows
To Bear.
He counts them
His and He does
Not Wish That`
We Try to carry
A Share.



TAKE ALL YOUR TROUBLES TO GOD

Take All
Your
Troubles
to Our
Heavenly
Father
In the
Name of
His Son
In Prayer.
Take Them
All to Him
and leave
Them There!




JUST ONE MORE HARD TIME


Lord, Just Help Me Through
This One More Hard Time,
And I Will Call This Day
Sublime.



A DAY IN SPRING

It Was A Day
In Spring
When Arose
My Lord
And above
The Clamor
Off the Martyring
Horde
A Sound of
Triumph
Rent the Air,
As The Women
At The Tomb
Stood Near
In Prayer.
"He Is Risen".
The Angels Cry
echoes On
Through All
The ages past,
And To His feet
Shall Come
The hordes
Their Chains
of sin Unlocked
at last.

For This
Christ died
And rose again -
And lives Today
To Bless and
Heal
All those Who,
Broken
Come to Him
And penitent,
Before Him
Kneel.

I Walked
In the Forest
Today...
In Another
Spring.
The Dogwood
Trees
Flaunted
Waxy White
Blossoms
Bringing Grace
To Everything.
And I Thought
About
The Story
Of the sorry
Way
In Which
The Dogwood
Tree
Was used
On That Day
Long Ago...
Which Now
In solemn
Memorium
Is Called
Our Good
Friday.

The Story
goes
That The Cross
To Which
My Lord
Was Nailed
Had been
of Wood
From The
Dogwood
Tree.
And I look
At
Every One
I pass -
Treading
Softly
Tenderly.
In The Beautiful,
Gleaming White
Flowers
I seem to see
HIS own
Pure Grace,
And somehow
I almost catch
A glimpse
Of My Lord's
Dear, Wondrous
Face.

I Walk long
Among
The Dogwood
Trees
In This Fresh,
New Spring
And without
A doubt
Their Blossoming
Brings HIS
Grace
To Everything.

Feb. 25, 1987


* * *

I AM HAPPY IN JESUS ALL THE DAY LONG

I Am Happy In Jesus
All The Day Long,
For All The Day
Long
I Hear HIS Sweet
Song.
In a Flowers delicate
Bloom
I see His Face,
And This does for
Me Much
Pain Erase.
In The Song of a Bird
I hear His Wondrous
Word.
I am Happy In JESUS
All The Day Long,
For All The Day Long,
I Hear HIS Sweet
Song,
His All - Conquering,
HIS Triumphant
Song.

Quemchi, Chile



MY MOTHER

My Mother would have
Nothing To Do With
Age - Yet in Every
Thing She Said Or
Did Was the Wisdom
Of a Sage.

DO NOT NAME IT

Do Not Name It,
Do Not Claim It! ->Illness, etc.

POESY IN THE RAIN

I feel such Poesy
In The Rain
As it falls softly,
Softly
Upon the Widow Pane.
I Seem to hear a
Gentle Melody.
As the sparkling drops
Fall down to Earth
I feel Happy
And
Carefree.

BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE

Because of Your Love,
Dear Lord,
Our Future looks
Bright.
Because of Your
Power
In Our Lives . . .
With Your Brightly
Shining Light!

TOMORROW

Tomorrow Will
Be a Better
Day.
I will be over
My Sorrow.
My Skies will
be
Blue!
I'll be Happier
Too!
Everything Will
Be Better
TOMORROW.

WHEN YOU HEAL ME
Lord, When You Heal Me From
all the struggle and stress.
I can bring More glory
To You. . . And To Others,
In Knowing You better ~  A greater
Happiness!


THE SEA IS MY HOME

The Sea is My Home.
I have Nothing More.
All day I shall wander
Not far from it's
Shore.
To My feet It brings
Treasures,
All Beautiful Things . . .
Bits of Amber Seaweed,
Pink Shells,
Some like Angel's
Wings!

THE SPARROW AT THE SEA

A small brown
Sparrow Came
To stand quietly Near
Me
As I gazed longingly
Out
To the Wide Sea.

It seemed to linger,
And I found Myself
Wondering Why.
But then I Thought,
"God has sent The Sparrow
In Answer To My
Cry!"
"Out of His
Goodness
My Heavenly
Father
Has sent The
Sparrows
So that I May
Plainly See
In This reminder
That While
He watches out
For the small
Sparrow
He is watching
out
For Me".


I THANK THEE, FATHER

I Thank Thee, Father,
For This Day,
For All of It,
The Good and The Bad,
For It's Joys
And for
The Things that
Made Me
Sad,
For the Sailboats,
And the Wide
Blue Sea.
But for Troubles
Too,
Because They
Brought Me
Closer to THEE.

IN THE FATHER CARE

I put All
In The Father's
Care.
As I lift
My Heart
In Praise
And Prayer.


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