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ISAIAH 54:7,8,10 For a small moment have I forsaken thee but with great mercies will I gather thee In a little wrath I hid my face from thee for a moment But, with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, Saith the Lord thy Redeemer For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed But my kindness shall not depart from thee, Neither shall the covenant of my peace, be removed, sayeth the Lord that hath mercy on thee
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SOMEONE IN MY CORNER 577 There is Someone in my corner He’s there at every round When the crowd is pulling for me And even when I’m down. At the tugging of the clapper And the sounding of the bell There is no fear within me He has assured me all is well. I can withstand the vicious onslaught Fend off each and every blow For the Savior’s in my corner As I swing against the foe. In this winner take all bout I may lose a round or two But I’ll still have Him in my corner When my life on earth is through. (Written on January 18, 1979) SOFT PILLOWS 42 There's an old French proverb that goes "There is no pillow so soft as a clear conscience." And, it is difficult to have a clear conscience... without having a clean conscience A clear conscience considers thoughts that uplift while foregoing those thoughts that would tend to drag down A clean conscience presses toward that which is pure while dismissing thoughts puerile Clear and clean may sound like excellent descriptive adjectives for laundry detergents... But, clear and clean may also be excellent indicators of a soul's worth May every night find us resting on soft pillows (Written on July 8, 1945) EASTER (1976) Jesus the Christ He is risen He is alive History now has a future As well as a past That heavy stone Has been rolled away That we might witness An already empty tomb Hope bursts and floods Upon and within our hearts And the adversary is powerless To halt the triumph of truth Dead men who once stinketh Continue to come forth And so we become Lazaruses all Oh ye that weep Mourn no more The Author of Easter Living still Is in full charge Alleluia, Amen. (Written On April 18, 1976) THE LIGHT SWITCH 574 Have you ever gotten up in the middle of the night and stubbed your toe? Did you know that a stubbed toe in the pitch dark is more painful than in the daylight? An anonymous writer gives us this thought... "We are all in a dark room. If you know where the light switch is, share the knowledge." Perhaps it would be best, if we could, to turn on a light before trying to wander too far in the dark. Spiritually speaking, who among us does not suffer occasionally from night blindness? It is those times, when it is the darkest and we cannot see anything at all, that we need someone... perhaps you... to turn on our light switch... to keep us from stumbling in the dark. (Written on January 11, 1979) A GOOD POEM 590 After reading Longfellow's poem, "The Day is Done," these thoughts crossed our mind... We may get closer to our best selves by reading a few lines of a good poem than by any other means we know. We may feel better about ourselves, our God, and our fellowman by reading and relaxing with a few lines of a good uplifting of poem. We may put aside the strife and strain that often racks the brain by reading a few lines of an uplifting poem that encourages and comforts our mind and soothes the soul. We read then, these lines of Longfellow and rejoice... "The poem from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice." (Written on February 20,1979) HOURS THAT COUNT 589 An unknown writer has written... "It's not the hours you put in, but what you put in the hours that counts." Did you know that a year with 365 days is composed of 8,760 hours. Assuming we average 8 hours of sleep a day, we have 5,840 waking hours in which to think and feel and act. In the year ahead, how many of these nearly six thousand hours shall we glorify our Heavenly Fater and humbly serve our fellow man. To think in such large terms is somewhat mind-boggling. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why God segmented our life's hours into twenty-four hour periods... that we might better live our life for him... one day... one hour... at a time. (Written on February 18, 1979) To Race Again 587 Running I swiftly go Toward the finish line Turning around I see my nearest competitor But alas, I fail to see The pebble in my way Twisting my ankle I go down Rapidly, I rebound But it is too late The race is over My time is spent I must wait Until another day To race again (First published on February 13, 1979) A SON OF MARYLAND I'm happy to be living In this land of liberty That lets others be themselves And permits me to be me No soldiers come a knocking At my door, in the dead of night In my home, my haven, I retire Free from terror, free from fright I open up my Bible And read any verse I choose With no fear of losing life or limb For believing in God's good news I'm proud to be an American I'll say it as often as I can I'm proud to be an American And a son of Maryland. (Written on February 11, 1979) ON GIVING THANKS 584 During the past year, we have encountered many of the typical problems experienced while raising a young family. Often, these problems encouraged us to become discouraged and to complain far more frequently than we know we should. Recently, some of the problems were resolved, or at least their solutions became foreseeable. And so, we breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the Lord. But, we suspect there is a tendency within us to complain much louder and more often than to give thanks to the Lord. We have been continually blessed by our Heavenly Father. And we hope in the months to come, our praises shall far outweigh and out distance our complaints. (Written on February 9, 1979) |
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