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When I Say I'm a Christian...
Author Unknown

When I say ..."I'm a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I am saved"
I'm whispering "I get lost!"
"That's why I chose this way."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride
I'm confessing that I stumble
And need someone to be my Guide

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority
I only know I am loved.



Wednesday
by Georgia H.

cold whitewash light
flat hard and sullen
lying in wait
Silent Wind
touch and go
hide and seek
sharp and mean
airplane scraping through
leaving clouds with holes
taunt of an unseen bird
jeering loftily from

high and dead
branches

dull drab colorless
As If
Someone scooped up
the rainbow and tossed it
into a l o n g tweed suitcase
cold dead snow smell
crooked birches
afraid
Pushing down, in
motionless skeleton trees

yellow grass
and
frozen
puddles



Ode to the Waves
by Julia C.

The terrible splendor of the monstrous waves,
The water gushing it’s incredible force,
Holds me captive in it’s grace.
While they roll in, roll out it’s power to endorse.

Or gentle waves will lap the shore,
Drinking delicately the edge of the silk
That passes as sand, but is much more
The mild but strong water surpassing the elk.

At times the white waves will rise so high,
Their stately majesty wounding my pride,
They reach their crest and touch the sky,
Oh, how I wish for that strength by my side.

There was never a more breathtaking move
Than to ride the wave back to the shore.
Many times I wonder, with such grand shape,
The creativity of the Almighty Lord.



Tiny Things
by Georgia H.

beyond the brittle screen door
is a world of
tiny things

swarms of restless flies
seek in vain for the warmest
blade of grass

twin wasp heiresses,
heedless of the exultant zephyrs
that toss them
and drop them,
duel savagely
for a paper palace

a mayfly,
like a pleasure yacht,
catches a breeze
that sends her skimming
through balmy waves
of sunlight

a world of migrating shadows,
of frivolous, laughing leaves
of phlegmatic ladybugs,
of tiny things...



Relationships
Author Unknown

Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone to have a deep soul relationship with another to be loved thoroughly and exclusively. But God says to the Christian, "No. Not until you are satisfied, fulfilled and content, with being loved by me alone, with giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me with having an intensely personal and unique relationship with Me alone discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found will you be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned for you.You will never be united with another until you are united with Me exclusive of any desires or longings.
I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing.One that you cannot imagine. I want you to have the best -please allow me to bring it to you. You just keep watching me, expecting the greatest things, keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am. Keep listening and learning the things I tell you, You just wait, that's all. Don't be anxious, don't worry, don't look around at the things that others have gotten or that I have given them. Don't look at the things you want. You just keep looking off and away up to me, or you'll miss what I want to show you. And when you're ready I'll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than any you would dream of. You see, until you are ready and until the one I have for you is ready (I am working even at this moment to have both of you ready at the same time) Until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me and the life I prepared for you, you won't be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me. And thus, the perfect love. And dear one, I want you to have this most wonderful love, I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me, and to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty, perfection and love that I offer with Myself. Know that I love you utterly. I am God. Believe and be satisfied"

Grandfather's Hands
copyrighted to Rebecca Lynn B. used by permission

When I was young I once asked,
“Grandfather what is the difference between our hands?”

“Young one,” he answered, “mine know the years, I’ve seen plenty with these hands, wiped away many tears.”

At age seven my mind thirsted knowledge,
And so I pleaded-
“But why grandfather, why are yours so wrinkled and mine smooth?”

He looked at me with eyes that seemed to know the world, “Dear child listen close,” he said, as he offered me his knee.

“As a child of two or three,
my hands only knew toys,
and my mothers own hands.

And as I grew so did they,
not only did they grow bigger,
but they grew accustomed to the world.

Now as young child, these hands knew what they could do-
and they touched anything-
and everything.

Once when I was still very young,
these hands of mine
broke my mom’s fine china.

Boy did they flinch at the sight of the whip!”

My grandpa paused as I shifted a bit, but went on-

“Now a sturdy boy of sixteen,
I’d fallen in love,
and my hand held another-
you’d know her as your grandmother.

Years went on and we made a life,
and my hand wore a ring,
a ring from my wife.

Throughout the years these hands they did work...
....and work....
and work.

Your mother came as a surprise to the world,
and these hands they did hold her-
tightly, for she meant more than fine china.

Your mother grew into a swift young lady,
and my hands knew joy
as they tossed and swung her about.

And she too held my hand.

As I grow old, so do my hands,
but you see my grand child,
each wrinkle and fold
is a precious story untold.”

...And as my grandfather finished with what he had to say,
I closed my eyes, expecting to sleep
and though sleep would be grand,
I could not sleep yet,
Not without holding my grandfather’s hand.



What Christ Gave
by Wendy Joy H.
Christ was born on Christmas Day
A very long time ago,
Just think if God had not thought of us,
His Son we would not know.
We would all be headed straight for hell
We wouldn’t have hope at all,
But Christ did think of us
And saved us from the fall,
So on Christmas Day don’t just think
Of all that you will get,
Think of what Christ gave to you
We could never pay that debt.



It Takes Courage
Author Unknown
It takes courage
To refrain from gossip
When others delight in it,
To stand up for the absent person
Who is being abused.

It takes courage
To live honestly
Within your means,
And not dishonestly
On the means of others.

It takes courage
To be a REAL man or a TRUE woman,
To hold fast to your ideals
When it causes you
To be looked upon
As strange and peculiar.

It takes courage
To be talked about,
And remain silent,
When a word would justify you
In the eyes of others,
But which you dare not speak
Because it would injure another.

It takes courage
To refuse to do something
That is wrong
Although everyone else
May be doing it
With attitudes as carefree
As a summer song.

It takes courage
To live accordingly
To your own conviction,
To deny yourself
What you cannot afford.
To love your neighbor
As yourself,
To follow the example
Of our risen Lord!


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