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Edith D Eutsler Poem
When our sky is gray and the fog rolls in,
and we can't see through to the other side,
Closer then the heavy mist, we feel the touch
of His nail scarred hand.
Jesus walks with us and guides perfectly,
He makes no mistakes along the way.
He put within our heart his voice so clear,
to trust Him and obey.
Life has many colors, yet even in our darkest hour,we can see his rainbow though the misty veil.
While we wait for the blue sky and the sun to shine again, we walk and talk and while we laugh and cry, Jesus never leaves our side.
Jesus is all Truth, Faithful, full of Mercy and Grace. And there it was, a patch of blue, His love pouring down on us.
More precious then silver, more precious then gold. Blue sky and sunshine, a whole new world we see.
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A seed sprouted at the foot of the Cross, and was
watered by the Blood of Jesus.
Thorns had fallen from the brow of Christ and attached
themselves to the branches.
The petals opened to look upon the Son of Grace.
A red rose the color of His blood stained face.
The thorns had sharpened to a point to prick the feet
of Jesus, but, didn't prevail. Jesus had the nail.
A rose was born near a thorn, just like you and me.
Both will live eternally.
The rose will always bloom,
the thorn forever doomed.
The rose is a flower that one associates with love.
The beautiful delicate petals wrap around each
other as if to protect themselves from the thorns on
the branches.The rose have a meaning of their own.
On special occasions, to say," I love you so much,"
you will see the rose. They are the finishing touch.
Each petal sends out a fragrance that draws you near.
Thorns are just the opposite.
Flesh that gets in a thorn's path, feels thorn's wrath.
The rose, the thorn, so close, yet the petal is
protected, like our soul, a boundary has been set
from the one who paid our debt.
In the spiritual realm there is also the Rose and the thorn.
The Rose of Sharon, Jesus Christ, the living God, who
speaks, "I love you," to all the world.
The thorn, the destroyer, has hatred unfurled.
The rose will always be the universal flower of love.
Jesus Christ is Love sent from above.
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Life changes---- The Holy Spirit Brought Jesus Christ and His Words to My Remembrance, When There was None...
Sorrows increase , BUT Faith Increased More!
Satan roamed around until he saw me,
set his plan in motion immediately.
I had a stroke with all of it's curse.
What the evil one did to me was much worse.
He stole all my Savior's words from my mind.
My heart full of prayers he did bind.
No sweet memories to delight my soul,
No love and laughter to make me whole.
He grasped my dreams to torture my night.
But through a loop hole, I saw a light.
I thought of a prayer I would pray, --
The Holy Spirit held my hand to lead the way.
He quickly opened the door to let me see,
I was held a prisoner, but, to be set free.
I asked God the Father in Jesus Name
what the devil had stolen would He reclaim..
God restored to me ALL, that only He can do.
In about two months, He has bought me through..
HALLELUJAH! PRAISE HIS NAME!
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Following Jesus, walking in the footprints of Mercy.
Stopping where He stopped, He always giving love.
Heeding the call of those who needed Him, a step
here, a step there, a servant from above.
Mercy reaching out to man.
Simon by name, helped our Lord who could have
called on the angels, carry the Cross.
Those footsteps we can tread to help another
bare when he suffers loss.
Mercy reaching out to man.
Then Jesus footprints stop-at the Cross where
His words, "It is finished," mingled with Blood, flowed.
more Mercy, covering our sins with forgiveness,
delivering us from what we had sowed.
Mercy reaching out to man.
Over the sands of time,
Jesus Christ footprints have left their mark.
His Blood has preserved them,
like Noah and family in the Ark
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I called a professional to help me in a task,
to lift and move out a lot of trash.
The room was full of heavy things,
and boxes of burdens that life brings.
I watched the man as he sifted through,
tossing out years of clutter too.
Once in a while he would glance at me,
doing it His way as He wanted it to be.
One by one, the pictures of times past,
got stripped from the walls from first to the last.
When he got done, he picked up a broom,
cobwebs he saw all over the room.
In the center, one thing He didn't touch
covered by His blood, for he loves so much.
There stood an altar for my praise and prayer.
He told me He would always meet me there.
My heart now has room to be filled with His love
and the things that He wants from heaven above.
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My heart has four seasons,
Spring, Summer,Fall and Winter cold.
My heart changes for many reasons,
from each budding burst of the day I hold.
Upon a shelf within my heart I place
my Spring of joy of things new to flower,
waiting for the moment, give it space
to spread and grow by God's power.
The Summer's heartbeat dances free,
without a care, it's fragrance everywhere.
My hearts love flows, unchained from me,
like butterflies dancing in the air.
A broken piece of the heart needs repair.
Fall has arrived at a changing thought.
A chill of sadness in the night air.
The color this season has brought.
When my Winter opens it;s gates mightly,
it shutters my heart's door into pieces.
I reach to hold my season's tighty.
for strength until that night ceases.
My Heart's Springs of Joy and Summers of love;
The Winds of Fall and Winters of cold,
God lets me have from His Love above,
to draw me into His streets of gold.
He causes me to Trust and in Him to know
His Hands. my every heartbeat to hold.
Thunder and rough waters will come and go.
Not my will be done, but let God's will unfold.
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No medicine cabinet holds a prescription labeled, 'Take two pills for the sorrow in your heart, or to stop the darts of emotion that hits the targets on center.'
That dreaded word 'Cancer' can take control of the thoughts that go on replay when you can't find the stop button.
Most tears look for a hiding place behind the questions that filter in and out of those that do not have the answers.
The Doctor's plan the strategy for the battlefield to get the reign over the enemy. Hope rises to a new level, until, the other team wins. It is not unusual for the player to hear, "Sit on the bench."
The heart watches day and night at the practices as the Holy Spirit prays within, even when we can't.
Jesus holds the *Winner's Flag,* and it is often draped on the shoulders of the one who is carried out of the game by the other players. They have been promoted to the Grandest Heavenly Field with the Coach of Eternal Life.. with NO Medicine cabinets...
Now that is going to be a New Ball game ..
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Little snow flakes are so wise,
falling down from the sky.``````````
They kiss your cheek to say, "Hello."
Respect of persons - No.
Blowing here and blowing there,
They send their fragrance in the air.
Job completed, they look, act as one.
Just the way a Christian work is done.
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As I looked into the eyes
of one that was smiling,
my heart
fell a part.
Leaving only the eyes to speak.
His soul looked back at me
and said for certain,
through those eyes,
'I am hurting.'
The thoughts, the cancer, which
changes life,
sweeps through to fill the soul
with strife-
Leaving only the eyes to speak.
The tears that want to wash the
invader away,
only flow when the eyes can't
find words to say.
Hope keeps the soul from closing
the door,
but faith holds the key
for-ever-more.
Leaving only the eyes to speak.
They are always searching for that
ray of light,
to say,
" Everything is going to be all right.'
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Unlike the story of the three wise men traveling the
same path searching for their new born king.
Three men , traveler's, were doing the same thing.
Only in that path, three signs that changed their day.
A fork in the path and a right of way.
On one, 'Yesterday,' next 'Today,' last 'Tomorrow.'
Not knowing which path would lead to sorrow,
Looking for a 'king' to brighten their time given,
Give them direction, and a purpose for living.
They didn't take time to sit and be still,
each one wanted to do their own will.
The man who chose 'Yesterday' alone in despair,
met a man who offered to help get him there.
Signs also were on that path, "Hatred,' 'Lies,'
'Unforgiveness,' and then mournful cries.
He had put his trust in the wrong king.
His god did nothing but torment bring.
The man who walked on,'Today,' also met a man
who offered to help him find Today's great plan.
A King at last, to meet him before day was done.
A sign ,'Pleasures for a Season,' He thought he'd won.
Next 'Money.' The signs, so pleasant to the eyes.'
He was following a god of great disguise.
The third man chose wisely his path, met the true King
with nail scarred hands. He had found His everything.
who said," Let us travel Tomorrow' together." Look above.
They saw signs , 'Eternal Life,' 'Peace' and 'Love.'
There were trials and tribulations a long their walk,
but they stayed together and had many a talk.
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