That Worn Book

That Worn Book

My grandpa was a quiet man

I often found him dull

I didn’t hear the still small voice

That quieted him in awe

 

He liked to read, and so did I

But I could hardly fathom

Why out of all the lovely books

It was the worn one he was grabbin’

 

It hardly ever left his side 

Though it’s pages torn and frayed

As it’s binding fell apart

His heart had filled with faith

 

I didn’t know that one worn book

could change more than one soul

Until my grandpa’s final gift

that worn book he bestowed.

 

Holding it with pages ripped

And creases down its spine

With golden letters, bold and etched

Calling me inside

 

I sat as he had often did

And gazed up at the sky

How could I have missed this?

I asked as tears fell from my eyes

 

Inside the book, my grandpa wrote

On every page and line

I pray my grandson grows to know

Our savior, Jesus Christ.

 

The greatest story ever told

resides not on a shelf

but in the heart of those who know

the author, God, Himself. 

 

I wonder what my grandson thinks

Does he feel God’s light?

I place the worn book in his hands

And pray he holds it tight. 

 

 

 

 

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A Mother’s Love

His first cry reached her heart

And love poured out to greet it

Did she know that someday soon

His cries of pain would break it? 

 

The tears she used to wipe away

When he would trip and fall

Now mixed with drops of blood

While others laugh and scoff

 

Oh how she must’ve smiled so

As he slept safe and warm

Now she cannot bear the sight

Of his body, broke and torn

 

She used to help him climb the steps

Now she helps him lift the cross

Knowing that this must be

But oh! how great the cost!

She loved him as a mother would

Her heart died on that cross

While all the memories flooded back

Of years that we know not

 

I do not think that we can know

How much she did give up

Until we walk in her shoes

With a baby in our arms

 

So thank you, mothers, all around

For your love reflects our God’s

That hopes, believes, endures all things

In children such as us…

 

 

 

 

The Flame

With each heartbeat, and breath intake

The flame did grow and dance

Reflecting in her brilliant eyes

Cascading light within a glance

 

The fire burned into the night

It’s eternal blaze unaltered

And in the light of its great warmth

Two souls did sleep unbothered

 

Oh how the years did seem to fly

So much had gone and passed

But the flame still burned so very bright

And swayed the lover’s dance

 

It’s golden light still illuminates

The dark and dusty room

Where two souls once embraced

Below a cold and winter moon

 

The flame you see is but a symbol

An embodiment of the heart

Come to life the moment when

True love finds it’s start

 

Is your flame of passion lit?

If so, how does it burn?

To find a love as true as theirs

Let’s hope it’s now our turn.

 

Seasons

By Rachel Sullivan

I can see the promise

I can see the future

You’re the God of seasons

I’m just in the winter

If all I know of harvest

Is that it’s worth my patience

Then if You’re not done working

God, I’m not done waiting

You can see my promise 

Even in the winter

Cause You’re the God of greatness

Even in a manger

For all I know of seasons

Is that You take Your time

You could have saved us in a second

Instead, you sent a child…

-Written December 2, 2017

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When Jesus Looked O’er Galilee

When Jesus looked o’er Galilee,

So blue and calm and fair,

Upon her bosom, could He see

A cross reflected there?

 

When sunrise dyed the lovely deeps,

And sparkled in His hair,

O did the light rays seem to say:

A crown of thorns He’ll wear?

 

When in the hush of eventide

Cool waters touched His feet,

Was it a hymn of Calvary’s road

He heard the waves repeat?

 

But when the winds triumphantly

Swept from the open plain,

The Master surely heard the song:

The Lord shall live again!

 

-By Catherine Baird

I Fold My Hands

I fold my hands

when trouble comes

and darkness blocks my way

because I believe

His glory shines

brightest in the rain

 

I fold my hands

when I am scared

I know His words are true

that no matter how the storm appears

what can it really do?

 

I fold my hands

when I am sad

no tear escapes His view

and every time He lifts me up

I know…

all I need is you

 

Lately, I’ve been going through a lot of stress. But I realized during prayer at church, how easy it is to still fold my hands and pray. How easy, yet also, how necessary. Prayer is more than what we do, it’s a part of who we are. It connects us to what really matters. God is our anchor and He has the final say no matter what we are going through. That is why I will always fold my hands, because God is bigger than anything we may encounter in this life, He understands and He has an answer. Just never stop praying, never stop hoping, and never stop believing…God is Good.

 

 

My Lucy

 

Lucy, Lucy where are you going?

Called the great Aslan to me

I turned in delight at His glorious sight

And He smiled back at me.

Aslan! Aslan! I’ve been looking for you

Following your paw prints, you see?

I pointed and placed my hand  in His mane

And He wrapped His paws around me

Lucy, my Lucy, I’ve never left you

My footsteps appeared by your feet

I turned and I noticed for the very first time

His paws walked in stride beside me

Aslan, O Aslan, how did I forget?

It’s a great and terrible thing!

I knelt and I wept but my tears never fell

For with one lick, my face was clean

Lucy, dear Lucy, why are you crying?

I hold no anger towards thee

He laughed and He danced

And Narnia joined in

As we played and splashed by the sea

Aslan! Great Aslan! I love you so

“I know,” He replied to me

Lucy, my Lucy, remember this

You love because I first loved thee.

 

 

When Aslan Calls

When Aslan calls 

No beast or man

Can turn their face away

It awakens something in them

And they know they must obey

To ignore the call would hurt them

A spiritual decay

For what can we hope to gain alone

Without Aslan to lead the way

His call stirs up courage

We remember who we are

His roar is like a rushing wind

unvieling every heart

Though full of love and mercy

To our enemy His roar is fierce

There’s nothing tame about Him

He’s a lion to be feared

But to His Sons and Daughters

He’s as gentle as He’s kind

His goodness overflows

His love it never dies

And beauty wraps around Him

In a mane like pure fire

Causing every knee to bow

And heart to come alive

When Aslan calls

This truth rings out;

Victory has arrived.

The Hammer

What is love?
I hardly know
And I have lived
some time ago

As it happens
I saw a man
He staggered past
On bloodied sand

He wore a crown
of twisted thorns
And drug a cross
As people scorned

I didn’t know
That this was love
Poured out freely
From above

I followed Him
Amidst the crowd
Despite His pain
He wasn’t proud

He turned and looked
At every face
A familiar expression
I couldn’t place

And soon He made it
Up the hill
On His feet
He labored still

Until they pushed Him
To the ground
On that cross
He soon was bound

And it was then
I began to weep
Amidst it all
I couldn’t speak

I felt a love
So far and deep
With each pained cry
And hammer sweep

The sound I never
Will forget
As they nailed
His feet and wrists

And lifted He
Upon that cross
For all to see
For all to watch

Until the earth
Did shake and shout
And God himself
Came storming down

And as the chaos
So ensued
The veil was torn
As if in two

And so that’s how
The story went
But I can’t say
That’s all of it

In three days time
As you all know
Love came back
And took His throne

From that day on
I have believed
His love had changed
Everything

And in those moments
I fail to see
The swing of the hammer
Comes back to me

Reminding me
Of that day
A man named Jesus
Crossed my way

What is love?
Now I know
My life began
Some time ago

 

Spring

Spring

In life there are seasons

Moments that change

Clouds that uncover

The suns shining gaze

Flowers that bloom

After days of rain

Life after death

A lesson to save

Though trials may come

The Lord made a way

Just like the spring

He restores everything

There’s nothing to fear

And much to hold dear

As the winter departs

We make a new start

Cultivating this beauty

co-laboring in love

Listening to God

Through the call of a dove

Spring is His promise

That whatever may come

HE is RESTORER

And I am Loved