It Isn't Easy

She sighs as she makes her prayers,

“Lord, give us our daily bread and protection.”
The child lies in bed, fed and rested
in the comfort of the mother’s love.
What will tomorrow bring, she wonders.

Her day starts early;
She prays for strength to see her through.

‘Tis another day and she must make it.
The child, clean and fed, school waits.
She hugs and whispers, “I love you son.”
She rushes for the bus.

Shelter and security she must provide.
The lad she must discipline, nurturing,

Cheering in victory,
Reassuring in life’s abandon.
‘Tis in courage, honor, she faces her lot.
Surely, it isn’t easy!

Loving your enemy

In pain and frustration I asked;
“How do I love my enemies, pray for those
who persecute me?”

He who is faithful and gracious spoke,

"My ambassador, have I called yu to be

Anything that I command, all that I ask
My love and strength, deposited in you;

To the world I gave the best, my son;
In honor of me and of love for you
My son, his life He gave, that you
may know the way to love and of love;

I direct people dried of love your way
That you, my child, may sprinkle my love
on them, offering  prayers as a love offer

In weakness my grace is perfected"

My Lord, My Lover

Hopeless and fearful
In the pit, forsaken
Broken and alone
You whispered, gently
“Come to me and rest”

In my pain, doubting
I walked away;
You followed, whispering
Melting down my barriers
Your word, my path

You picked me up
Reaching down the valley
Where broken I lay
cleansing me with water so pure
Your love, endearing and fulfilling

You loved me in my darkness
Regardless of my failures
In spite of my weaknesses
Continuously faithful and available
Directing and lighting my path

You Sustained me with hope
Merciful and compassionate
Freely pouring out your grace
My lord, My Lover, You are!

A true Helper

"She watches the over the ways of her household, And does not eat the bread of idleness" Proverbs 31: 27

 

Her rest is little
At night she puts them to bed
tucking them in as she
leads them to the Father in prayer
Her hugs warm and real

reminding them of her love.

She is the last to bed
and the first to start
Holding her household
together with love

House chores await her daily
meals she must prepare and
cater for the family.

She is the foundation
in which the family is built
the heart of them all
Her husband relys on her
her children too.

Yet she daily, graciously
handles her calling.
She deserves praise and honor
She is the salt that flavors
the family’s life
Her strength revealed
even in weakness
She is a woman of honor

You Have Something

At times we wonder how we will make it. You look at your situation and it seems hopeless, from a worldly perspective. But where does faith come in?

You worry, wondering
You agonize, wishing
You resign in desperation
the situation seemingly hopeless!
Consider this;
A rod, with faith, made a way
Where there was no way;
A little oil with faith saved two sons
and a widow's destiny;
A jar of flour, a jug of oil, with faith

secured a widow and son’s future;
Five loaves, two fish, with faith
Fed 5,000 men and more!

Reach for what you have
For with faith, it’s all you need
To your next stop!