Category: poetry
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Abide – My WORD(s)
To this ONE WORD I want to cleave It is the Word “ABIDE” My foolish ways I want to leave; In Jesus want to hide. But I must know the Devil’s lies; They say “Trapped!” not “Abiding” There in the upside-down he tries To turn “Leave” to “backsliding”. “Abide in…
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The Suffering of God
God spoke Himself into the dark, Formed part of Him from Him apart. While in His work His love made known, What wasn’t God’s would soon be shown. The suff’ring fields began to grow, For Evil came at night to sow. Among the grains of love and care Now grew…
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Be Still
No, It’s not “dreary fog” Nor “icy paths” But It’s “covering” and “meticulous creativity” It’s “I See You!” and “Be Still!“ “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!” Luke 2:14 ~ (Pictures, Heidi Viars, Christmas morning, 2019)
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World Changer
“Don’t bother!” Says the small voice in my head. “It’s just a drop in the ocean!” “The suffering in this world’s too great!” “Don’t waste your time and emotions!” What if the pain of the many don’t add? But what if great need comes in ONE? Wouldn’t we make ONE entirely glad With…
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The Singing Tree
Far in the mountains, way up real high Where the soil turns hard as stone, Where cold grey meets the blue of the sky A strong and rare tree had grown. The roots drew deep, despite the tough ground Through hardened circumstances Strove and dug until water they found Past…
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Go Home
Why do you wander so aimlessly, My soul, far away from home? Have you been evicted shamelessly By lies … and were made to roam? Your walls, your dignity, once were strong Now broken, and occupied By worries and fears of being wrong – By evil and sland’rous lies. Run…
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Dying toward Life
The maple seed it twirls around On wings of snowy gusts Up over roofs it spins about Goes where the wind it thrusts. Its journey-end I cannot see Nor grasp where it will lie. It knows that new life comes to be Through willing seeds that die. “Oh, Lord, that…
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At the End of the Day
What do I own at the end of the day, When the sun goes down on my old, pale frame? What do I own in this world so vast? My house? My car? The wealth I amassed? What do I own when I sit on my bed, When visits are…
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Friday Freedom-Find
One of my sons came home for a long weekend from college. We headed into the woods for a walk with the dog. When we came around a corner we saw this tree which I had never seen before. It made us stop and marvel. Don’t let the world take hold…
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Friday Freedom-Find
A Friday Freedom-Find is a post about something I found in nature during the week which showed me God’s goodness. I want to encourage anyone who reads to keep eyes and ears open to God’s hidden (and not so hidden) messages all around us in nature. As Christians, staying connected…
Heidi Viars 