Archive for September, 2018
Are We There Yet?
I can’t say I’m there at this moment, but I look forward with great expectation to the day when at last God is the true focal point of my life. I simply cannot fathom the utter joy and total peace that will come with complete release to Him. Nor can I imagine the feeling of truly knowing, deep within my soul and spirit, that He loves me unconditionally. The world will be a different place! The hills will be alive with the sound of music! All creation will clap its hands and shout for joy! When the truth of God’s love penetrates my mind and settles in my heart, soul, and spirit, I will go in joy, and He will lead me forth in peace. And… I will at last be able to say, “I know Him! I am one of His!”
A Promise Comes
For some reason this poem came to mind this morning. I wrote it in 2006 but it seems appropriate I should share it again today, the day after Labor Day.
I was taught at a very young age: Never give up. Never quit.
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A Promise Comes
The sunburnt harvest moon slowly rises
Picture courtesy of Google Images
In the east on this late day in fall
A gentle breeze moves the porch swing
In the distance a whippoorwill calls
The neighbor’s dog down the way barks
While lightning bugs blink in the yard
Serenity wraps ‘round us like a shawl
‘tis forgotten that life is so hard
From the children’s room, soft giggles
As they play with their simple toys
Their lives are filled with struggles
And yet, they hang on to their joy
In evening dim we dream of olden times
The way it used to be
To go and come and just walk about
In a place called land of the free
We rise each day and do our work
As to the Lord, and not as to man
Doing as we are told to do
Singing hymns, we work the land
We know not if our wait be long
But know alone, we won’t carry this load
And soon we’ll rejoice and praise our Lord
A promise comes down the dusty road
Copyright © 2006 C. Mashburn
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