You Are
You
are as the green meadow
With
a blanket of new fallen dew
Glistening
silver in the dawn.
You
are as billowing clouds,
Cotton
against blue, soft and pleasant,
Mirrored
in a
You
are as the delicate butterfly
Gliding
gracefully in the still air
With
a beauty all its own.
You
are as the highest mountain
With
awesome heights and capped peaks,
Set
on stone foundations.
You
are as the stars on moonless nights,
Gleaming
gems on black velvet cloth,
Sparkling
through a summer night.
You
are as the noon day sun,
Golden
light all warm and good,
Giving
life to all it touches.
You
are as the turtle doves,
Nestled
close, softly cooing,
On
a quiet summer's eve.
You
are as the singing brook,
Flowing,
growing into a river,
Filling
the oceans of the world.
You
are as the endless universe,
Going
into eternity
With
no beginning and no end.
You
are my Lord Jesus,
Whom
I love so dearly.
Who
loves and cares for me.
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I See, I Feel
I
see the word of God issuing forth
to
change all it touches everywhere.
I
feel the word of God entering in
To
fill all the long empty places.
I
see the spirit of God blazing,
Burning
truth and love into reality.
I
feel the warmth of His nearness
When
it seems there is no place to go.
I
see the risen Son of God, Jesus,
In
the breaking of the bread of life.
I
feel the breath of His presence
In
the loving touch of caring friends.
I
see the triune glory of the Father
Covering
all things in perfect love.
I
feel Him in all that is His creation
With
every sense and His spirit within.
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Sharing
It was once asked of a simple man of no great education how it was that he believed life was love. His reply was simple. "If you were to go out into the field and see a wild flower that was beautiful in your eyes, would you find peace and pleasure? The flower did what it was created for by using its beauty to love you, since it was created in love. Since it could love you, it was created for you and you alone. You in turn know peace and will share the love you were given." He was then asked, "Why not pick the flower and preserve it?" In reply he said, "If you were loved by a flower and caressed by its fragrance, would you pick it and cause its beauty to wither before its time or would you permit it to live as long as possible to preserve its beauty and fragrance for others to enjoy also? Would it not be better that it were where you could return and enjoy its natural setting and also allow it to seed for future pleasure?" The questioner, after pondering this, thanked the man and left. As he walked away, the simple man saw him pause, walk into the field and reach down as if to pick one of the wild flowers. He smiled instead, breathed in deeply as he turned to stand erect. Still smiling, he nodded in agreement and went on his way. The man of no great education and simple means stood in the roadway with peace in his heart sharing the fragrant love the breezes were bringing in from the fields.
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