Mom is not the only inspired writer in the family. Dad composed and emailed this to us a while back... I love it because our parents words live on forever when we have them in written form. I'm so thankful for godly parents!
Life is a challenge
Childhood, teen survival, marriage, kids and times that are sometimes hard.
You have to be strong,
It takes faith, courage, commitment and a great big wonderful Lord!
God is our Refuge,
From every trial big and small.
From misfortune, unfair circumstances, broken promises, things we don’t understand,
He is always with us through it all.
I thank Him for my family,
My spouse and all the wise Godly counsel I have heard,
For all the blessings God has sent my way
But most of all for His Comforting and Powerful Word.
It is a lamp unto my feet,
A light to my path, it shows me the way.
It helps me to overcome,
Every untrue and deceitful thing that people do and say.
His Word is true,
If two agree in prayer, truth and purpose of life;
It will come to pass,
And for that I have the blessing of a wonderful agreeing and praying wife.
We stand firm,
Integrity, truth, faith, character, trust and love;
Thank God for providing me,
With a wife Heaven Sent from above.
From her own words…”Never give up,
Never let your expectations take a dive.
There is always that chance,
Good fortune or a miracle may arrive.
Time passes, changes take place,
Surprises are never out of sight.
A shocking and surprising miracle,
May come to you as a thief in the night.”
God is in control,
We should never question Why or When?
We may not understand,
But we know who wins in the end.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Neglected Yellow Rose
High against the window sill
Growing and thriving as if tended still
Time has come and gone
And left the paint all cracked and dried
The windows are all broken
And the wind lows inside
Though unsightly and abused
The outside seems to be
The neglected yellow rose
Still blooms beautifully.
Old toys strewn about
tell of childish encounters galore
A place where once were fun times,
adventures and more…
Where did it all begin?
The ending I do mean
How did once a place so lively
become so gaunt and so lean?
It’s a story so familiar
as time races by
Left empty and unattended,
devastation takes a rise.
Perhaps the yellow rose
has a story it can tell
Of how it survived,
though left abandoned, yet does so well.
Drinking in the rain,
and the sun as it does shine
Living out its life,
one day at a time.
Growing and thriving as if tended still
Time has come and gone
And left the paint all cracked and dried
The windows are all broken
And the wind lows inside
Though unsightly and abused
The outside seems to be
The neglected yellow rose
Still blooms beautifully.
Old toys strewn about
tell of childish encounters galore
A place where once were fun times,
adventures and more…
Where did it all begin?
The ending I do mean
How did once a place so lively
become so gaunt and so lean?
It’s a story so familiar
as time races by
Left empty and unattended,
devastation takes a rise.
Perhaps the yellow rose
has a story it can tell
Of how it survived,
though left abandoned, yet does so well.
Drinking in the rain,
and the sun as it does shine
Living out its life,
one day at a time.
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