Category: Creation
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Sterling and Pink
I’m flying through glorious speechOf clouds that are sterling and pink; By wonder they wordlessly teach About Him who made everything. Read more
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The Higher I Rise
The higher I soar in the airThe smaller I seem in the schemeOf things. Underneath me are cares Here and there and everywhere. But up in the sky I realize A view I don’t usually find -Life’s short and one day I will riseAbove all these troubles of mine. Read more
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Good News This Morning
Good morning, do you need to hear The King of love is to you near? He’s chosen and created you With His pleasure in His view? Is it possible this clay, Failing, floundering, every day, Could be loved so desperately Recipient of a great mercy? Could it be though tired and weak And lacking fancy… Read more
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Winter Fast
Trees are a parable of cycles of life, including seasons of feasting and fasting. Read more
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Trees’ Point of View
Among the first of all the trees Was the one that witnessed Eve Pluck its fruit and take a bite, Hoping for some special light. Her foolish husband joined right in And both became aware of sin. Because they didn’t God obey Choosing rather their own way Life got hard; there was a curse, But… Read more
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Dirt Beneath my Boots
As I hike the dusty trail I find Truth about the dirt has come to mind. The lowly dust is praising God along With the music of the pine trees’ song. This humble dust has never once complained Though trampled often and exposed to rain. The same dirt is what I regularly sweep And toss… Read more
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Sand
Grains of sand as far as eye can see; Each one of them was counted out by Thee. I only see “a few” from here, but round The world quadrillions more are to be found, As many as the sons of Abraham; I see how insignificant I am. And yet, You know my name and… Read more
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May Walk
In the cool of the morning I took a walk; For spring’s fresh air and to God talk. Both puppy and dog accompanied me, Running in the grass, happy and free. I, however, walked the road, By trees fresh leaves o’ershadowed. The crisp air had a touch of a chill; Cold, I continued the same… Read more
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Fireside
We built a fire oceanside; A hole in the sand and wood inside; Dancing flames cast cozy light On me and on the waves that night. I thought on the fire that Jesus made For his friends out fishing one day; He’d brought the means to build the fire; Sharing a meal was his desire.… Read more
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Morning Concert
With confidence I took the road Where early morning rains had flowed. I found a stage that had been set With everything still freshly wet; I’d come upon a concert hidden Though my presence not forbidden. My footsteps did the hush intrude But birds still sang their bright prelude; An avian antiphony From the forest… Read more