Wednesday, April 27, 2011

You Too Must Weep

Let me not live a life that’s free
From “The Things” that draw me
   Close To Thee...

For how can I ever hope to heal
The wounds of others
   I do not feel ...

If my eyes are dry and I never weep,
How do I know when
   The hurt is deep ...

If my heart is cold
And it never bleeds,
   How can I tell what my sister needs ...

For when ears are deaf
To the beggar’s plea,
And we close our eyes and refuse
   To ever see.

And we steal our hearts
And harden our minds,
And we count it a weakness
   Whenever we’re kind.

We are no longer following
The Father’s Way
Or seeking His guidance
   From day to day ...

For, without “Crosses to carry”
And “Burdens to bear”
We dance through a life
   That is frothy and faith,

And “Chasing the rainbow”
We have no desire
For “Roads that are rough”
   And “realms that are higher” ...

So spare me no heartache
Or sorrow, dear Lord,
For the heart that is hurt
Reaps the richest reward.

And God enters the heart
That is broken with sorrow
As he opens the door
   To a brighter tomorrow.

For only through tears
Can we recognize
The suffering that lies
   In Another’s eyes.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Easter ~ The Hope

Good Friday, but it was not good at all.

For our Saviour suffered and He died.
He hung there on that cross all day.
After suffering such torture and pain.
He did it all for us, for all mankind.
It was the Hope after all that was good.
Each year we can walk that road again.
Remembering His steps; but we know,
“Those of us who are called by His name,”
“Christ in us, the hope of glory.”
“We can all tell that endless story.”
Again and again we can remember.
We can experience the resurrection.
We can tell others they need not weep,
Not as those that have no hope,
Easter Sunday is our HOPE !

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Happiest Man

Whoso motivates his own work day.

And sleeps at night his heart aright.
He who collects a deserved pay day,
Can see ahead to his heart’s delight.

The happiest heart that ever beat
Lies within a humble man’s breast.
Het finds the morning daylight sweet
And leaves to God in heaven the rest.

The humble man can see God clearly.
His eyes can perceive a better world.
But loving God he may payeth dearly
When worldly darts of doubt are hurled.

Each day we decide how we shall live.
And who is going to possess control.
We all have the opportunity to give
To reach out and touch another soul.

The happiest man, he knows the way,
He rises early to read God’s word,
Endeavouring to live Christ every day.
His faith is a walk, and it is also heard.