God bless you and keep you,
Always in Light.
God guard you and guide you,
Whatever your fight.
God with you and love you,
In depth or in height.
God for you,
Restore you,
By day and by night.
God bless you and keep you,
Always in Light.
God guard you and guide you,
Whatever your fight.
God with you and love you,
In depth or in height.
God for you,
Restore you,
By day and by night.
Just put me in a box,
padded soft with fluffy blankets and pillows
and sweet smelling pink flowers.
Just leave me in the box until the time
when again it’s bright with light and heat
outside.
Just put me in a box,
that’s warm and safe and let me
sleep the hours away,
not thinking,
not doing,
just waiting,
for SPRING.
I am a pencil that needs sharpened,
A pen that needs new ink,
Right now I’m having trouble
Deciding what I think.
I am a carpet that needs vacuumed,
I am a floor that needs swept,
My mind is full of lint and crumbs,
I feel quite inept.
The air is thick,
Heavy with unshed tears,
As buried thoughts
Seek the light of day.
It’s hard to breathe
Such humid air,
Yet even as I long for relief,
I realize that it’s often a storm
That breaks the thick fog of humidity,
Bringing blessed relief.
Can I survive another storm,
I wonder,
Or will the lightening split my sky
Wide open?
Perhaps the wind will tear me to pieces;
Littering scraps of my life,
Like leaves to be picked up from the yard.
I try to take shelter,
Going inside and closing the doors and windows,
But I cannot remain there.
The storm draws me outside
Into it’s midst.
I feel the wind whip about me,
And sharp drops of rain begin to sting my face.
The storm excites me,
It terrifies me,
It shakes me into awareness
Of my vulnerability.
I don’t want to stand out in the storm,
It’s fury is just beginning and bound to get worse,
But the door has locked behind me
And I’ve left the key inside.
The Light has come,
The Light has come to me;
The Light has come,
Causing darkness to flee.
I welcome the Light,
I throw open my gates,
Come fill me O Light!
Vanquish all dark estates!
This candle of mine,
Now lit by Light’s breath,
Shall burn ever bright,
Burn bright ’till my death.
And even beyond,
The Light shall illume;
Where The Light dwells,
There can be no doom.
The Light has come!
There is life where there’s Light;
In me shine ever brighter,
I will live,
I will fight.
I will live,
Forever,
In The Light.
Nancy Marie — Christmas Eve 2006
Some days I wish that I
lived by myself,
No one else’s expectations to meet
or fail to meet,
No one else’s unreasonable claims
to listen to,
No one to misunderstand me or
accuse me of things that really are not true.
Some days I think it would be better
to be lonely alone than to be lonely in the
company of those I live with.
Some days…..
well, some days are just like today;
and some days are better.
Psalm 136 begins: Give thanks to the Lord for he is good, for his mercy endures forever. Interestingly, every verse in this Psalm ends with the words his mercy endures forever. It struck me today as I read this that the fact that God’s mercy endures forever is a fact that the psalmist wanted people to remember. Indeed, I’m sure God himself wants us to remember that his mercy endures forever. In the spirit of this Psalm, I write one of my own.
Give thanks to the King of Kings,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who has created all that is,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who formed me from the dust,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who knows every thought of my heart,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who accepts me and loves me without condition,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who works good in even the bad things of life,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who cares for those that concern me,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who allows me to struggle so that I can grow,
for his mercy endures forever;
Who is, who was, who is to come,
for his mercy endures forever.
Give thanks to the great I AM
for his mercy endures forever.
Jesus,
How I long for your presence!
I am desperate for your embrace.
Take me to that place where
your kingdom realm and this
realm of brokenness in which I live
can mesh;
There we can meet in intimate friendship,
A spiritual union of divine love.
Jesus,
I long for your presence.
I wait for your embrace.
Jesus, my beloved friend,
Is ever with me,
To the end.
Through the good days,
Through the bad,
Even days like the one I’ve had.
Help me Friend,
To do better tomorrow,
For days like today fill me with sorrow.
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