His Presence Within

 

 God never sends sorrow without joy,

Nor the sun without the rain.

He never gives us a cross too heavy

That we can't bear the pain.

 

He is always present within our hearts,

Whispering encouragement to you and me.

He lifts us up when we are down

And listens to our humble pleas.

 

Who else would have the patience

To listen to our complaints,

Yet hold us close to His gentle heart

And love us without restraint?

 

There is always another river to cross

And another mountain to climb.

If we but put our trust in Him,

We'll be filled with His love sublime.

 

His arms are always opened wide,
Waiting patiently to embrace

Troubled souls like you and me

And to fill us with His grace.

 

When despair and sadness come our way,
Just always remember this...

Tomorrow or another day soon

We'll be filled with happiness and bliss.

 

~ Shirley Hile Powell

 

You have made known to me

the paths of life; You will find me

with joy in Your presence.

Acts 2:28

 



Spring In My Heart

 

The grass will soon be turning green

And new leaves shall soon appear.

It's then I'll know within my heart

That Spring is nearly here.

My heart yearns for the colors

And the sweet fragrance that flowers bring.

The birds will be returning home

And the streams will once again sing.

The sun will no longer hide behind

The clouds of Winter's snow.

It will bring us warm and sunny days

As it highlights Spring's new show.

Thank You, God, for sending us

The season of Spring.

It's an offering of Your love for us

Through the beauty and pleasure it brings.

 

~ Shirley Hile Powell

 

It is good to give thanks to

the Lord, to sing praise to

Your name, Most High.

Psalm 92:2

 



At Heaven's Doorstep

 

 So many signs of Spring are here;

Hyacinths are dancing in the sun,

Daffodils are adorned in lacy, gold gowns,

Brooks murmur and sparkle as they run.

The skies ring forth joyous melodies;

Tree leaves burst forth as songbirds sing,

A feather floats down upon the breeze -

It's the robin's calling card of Spring!

Petaled faces are opening eyes to the sun

As the tulips flaunt their colors grand,

I marvel silently as such miracles occur;

At Heaven's doorstep, I must surely stand.

Wild violets push upward to the sun

And drink in the rays of sunlit hours.

God, who fashioned Eden's enchantment.

Created such lovely trees and flowers!

 

~ Barbara Cagle Ray



Spring Is

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Spring is morning birdsong,

Crocus and daffodils,

Blossoms blowing in the breeze

and pies on windowsills.

Spring's a gentle warming

After Winter's thaw;

It's Nature's resurrection

That leaves us all in awe.

Spring is Nature's promise

Of hope and rebirth,

A time when God's angels

Redecorate the earth.

Spring's a time for planting

Tomatoes and corn,

A time for thanksgiving

Just because you're born.

Spring is morning sunshine

And afternoon delights

When Mother Nature celebrates

Her God-given rites.

~ Clay Harrison 



God's Great Love (A Child's Prayer)

 Today I looked up to the sky

And watched the clouds go drifting by,

I thank You, God, for Your great love;

You made the sun and stars above,

The big round moon that shines so bright -

They light the way both day and night.

I thank You for the things we share

And for the beauty everywhere.

~ Pearl Jennings

Then the Lord looked

upon the earth, and filled

it with His blessings.

Sirach 16:27

When I Grow Tired

 Sometimes when I grow tired and long to rest -

Wishing I could lay aside my load,

Feeling I have given life my best,

Smiled so that my heartache never showed -

I am sorely tempted to complain,

Especially when blood and bone grow weak,

But then I take a longer look again,

And my lot doesn't seem so cold or bleak.

For I have memories of lovely things,

Returning to me at a moment's call,

In dead of Winter there's a bird who sings

And morning glories climbing up a wall.

I have stored securely in my heart

The vision of a thousand Summer days,

So life and I just walk a bit apart

That I may hear the forest when it prays.

~ Grace E. Easley

At dawn let me hear of Your kindness,

for in You I trust. Show me the path I

should walk, for to You I entrust my life.

Psalm 143:8

Because It Shows

 I do not doubt a minute

God is present every day.

Like fingerprints He leaves His mark

All along the way.

Moist dew He splashes on the grass,

Veils diamonds 'neath the snow,

Buffets soft clouds in the blue,

Sends gentle winds to blow.

Sweet scents He adds to falling rain,

Paints flowers in brilliant hues,

The babbling brooks and singing birds

Are fashioned by Him too.

Each view He styles is a masterpiece

For each and all to see.

After the rain, the rainbow glows,

God's promised prophecy.

The joy He tucks in every heart

Evinces as a smile.

I know that God is ever near

And loves me all the while.

~ Ruth Scarbrough



Remember That God Cares

 When tempest-tossed and full of hurt

And life is hard to bear,

When nothing seems to satisfy,

Remember that God cares.

When you're fed up with life itself -

Yes, of the whole affair -

When feeling sad and unworthy,

Remember that God cares.

Reach out when it is hardest to,

When you want to give up.

For that's the time you need Him most,

When heartache fills your cup

He will not leave you comfortless,

We're promised in His word,

So don't hesitate to seek Him -

His help you are ensured.

And when the time comes once again

That sunshine fills your days,

Give thanks to Him who helped you through

And sent those golden rays.

~ Denise A. DeWald



Snowfall

I love to watch the snowfall,

Its fragile flakes descend

Like downy feathers fluttering

Upon the Winter wind.

The breath of beauty's whisper

Is light upon the air,

Before my eyes the miracle

Of whiteness everywhere.

No hand can hope to rival

The Decorator's skill,

Beyond man's meager magic,

Each ermine-covered hill.

And as I make a homeward start,

I see God's footprints on my heart.

~ Grace E. Easley

Be strong and take heart, all

you who hope in the Lord.

Psalm 31:25

Outside My Door

Last night I heard the north wind blow;

It seemed to hum a tune -

Enchanting was its mournful sound

Above a silvery moon.

It's wintertime outside my door,

I love the seasons so,

When as the Master Painter calls

And paints the earth with snow.

The land He touches with His brush

Seems picturesque and pure,

He is the Artist of all time -

Of this I'm very sure.

He is the Artist of the night

That hung the silver moon.

~ Katherine Smith Matheney



To Winter

 

Winds that blow and falling snow,

Frost on every pane,

Touch of bliss, a snowflake's kiss

Winter once again.

Fallen leaves, naked trees,

Frozen creek and stream,

Quiet peace, joys increase,

Hearts now share a dream.

 

Every garden fast asleep

There beneath the snow,

Birds on wing await the Spring

When gentle breezes blow.

Little crocus dares to peek

Through the frozen ground,

Small an dear, lending cheer,

Yet making not a sound.

 

Nature shares her miracles

Throughout each magic day,

Untold charms, enfolding arms

Along tomorrow's way.

Home fires burning ever bright,

Hearts look ahead to Spring,

'Midst ice and snow, the cold winds blow

While Winter still is king.

 

~ Garnett Ann Schultz

 

I trust in Your faithfulness. Grant

my heart joy in Your help, that I

may sing of the Lord, "How good

our God has been to me!"

Psalm 13:6

 



God's Love

 

 God's love is like the Winter sky

O sot translucent blue,

It's like a picture painted

In bright midsummer hue.

God's love is like a drop of rain

That falls upon my hand,

It's like my scruffy teddy bear,

My childhood's faithful friend.

God's love is like a burning light

That keeps me safe and sound,

It's like the wild geese at flight

That soar - strong and proud.

God's love is like a country inn,

Grape jelly on white toast -

Of all the different kinds of love,

His love I treasure most.

 

~ Elizabeth Lyulkin

 



Thanksgiving

 

Bringing in the harvest,

Sweet gathering of fields,

Bowing heads and saying grace

For all that Nature yields.

Voices lift to praise Him,

Our Father high above,

Grateful for His blessings,

Joyful for His love.

 

~ Bea Lotz

 



When Autumn Days Are Here

 

 I count my blessings one by one

Whate'er the time of year,

And yet it seems I count them more

When Autumn days are here.

 

The nearby fields of ripened grain,

The harvest gathered in;

Rich bounty from the hand of God

To bless our land again.

 

I lift my eyes to Autumn hills

Of flaming red and gold;

A picture only God could paint,

So splendorous to behold.

 

The gentle hush upon the land,

Wild geese in southward flight,

The harvest moon hanging low,

A giant lantern bright.

 

I count my blessings one by one -

I'm thankful for them all -

And still it seems I count them more

When comes the season Fall.

 

~ Kay Hoffman

 



Vagabond

 

 Today I'll leave known pathways

To wander as time wills.

Bright autumntime is beckoning

To climb her flaming hills.

 

A panoramic view unfolds

As far as eye can see.

The Master Artist's left His trace

On meadow, hill and tree.

 

Crisp Autumn breezes whisper

Of fresh pine forest air,

And lure me to climb higher

And leave behind all care.

 

'Mid hilltops' golden silence

Where mild fawn dip in streams,

A peace floods through my being...

My heart holds only dreams.

 

~ Beverly J. Anderson

 

May the Lord give might to

His people; may the Lord

bless His people with peace!

Psalm 29:11