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my favourite things/everything all glory grace

She will be passing by this way "no more"
she has her wings
she's taken flight
by Jesus' side
she now abides
and sees Him face to face
everything
just glory
grace

with heaven eyes
all glory
grace

I hear
just like her dad
she's colour blind
not a soul she didn't love

and just like at the tomb
how Jesus wept
dear Granny's heart wept too
for almost everyone
yes! me 'and' you

her greatest game was giving thanks
being help
having fun
holding babies
making quilts
folding towels
eating
cinnamon buns
ice cream

popcorn made her smile

she could recite most anything
old school training
left its trace

she loved old hymns
knew every word

Psalm 23
was
her
great
peace

And now she's traveled  o'er the veil
and waits for us
with eager heart
to share
all glory there

everything
all glory
grace

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my favourite things/love more than anything

she is just a young woman
twenty five
but almost as old as
Mother Teresa
with love

she is twenty eight
she is sixty
she is seventy...

all these "love" people
in my life

God knows their names...

who rather than riches
and treasures
fame
or even beauty

would rather be love

they are a picture of joy to me
radiant in simple beauty
shining from within
a light
through all their cracks
of imperfection
and battlescars

more radiant
than the morning sun
the full harvest moon
or Venus
sitting sure
in
the
night
sky

a glimpse of the Father's Son
shines through these fine cracks
His glory never dulled
but cheering
and encouraging on
in the hearts of
the weary
the forgotten
the broken

"We have been created for greater things. Not just to be a number in the world, not just to go for diplomas and degrees, this work and that work. We have been created in order to love and be loved." ~Mother Teresa

To live long like Mother Teresa

and learn this truth
to be a young woman
twenty five
and live this truth

love more than anything
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my favourite things/how do you colour joy

Today it is blends 
of soft greens turning golden 
pink reds 
and oranges 
blending in a dance called 'splendor'
as leaves twirl 
and pirouette 
to the forest floor 

It is greens 
bleached into whites 
set bold 
against the mottling of tree bark 
fallen cones 
squirrel treasure cashes...
  
How does one colour joy?


it is the colour of my Saviour's love
spilled out for me 
long ago
on that Calvary hill


and now spread daily
like a feast
before my eyes

wherever I look 
I see its colours
my heart takes in
this amazing palette

make my life a canvas
Oh Lord
 
open my eyes 
to see your colours
guide my brush
to make a masterpiece


that my life
might show forth
Your glory
and
Majesty


How do I colour joy

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He has gone ahead to prepare a mansion
a room for me
and you
the window view
will be perfect
the Light
will never dim
His glory all around us
will be our life in Him

there will be no tomorrow
only today
that never ends
and Him in radiant glory
with all His promises
come true

the laughter will be pure
infectious all around
no sorrow
never sadness
only joy
for me and you

…and if there is a haystack
you, my friends, will be there too

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Going to W.A.R. « A Seed Inspired

James 1:27
Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the orphans and the widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.

my heart was burdened
my eyes wet and I could not see
for all the pain
so many bear

and then I saw this W.A.R.
going on
and through the pain
and tears
saw hope
that they are not all forgotten

hearts touched by God's love
touched by God's grace
hearts not afraid
to see
and feel
and hurt
and weep
and reach out... and help

I am going to W.A.R.

that there might be P.E.A.C.E.
for these

the afflicted

Father... send your Word
and deliver
and heal
and build up again

bring hope

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