Category: Song
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Life
The cursed ground shakes violentlyThe sky goes dark – though it is day.Accusing foes stand silentlyIn awe behold the Truth the Way. God tears the veil – so all can see Rends wall that shrouds the Holy Place No longer heard a debtor’s plea Come! You who’re freed, behold His face. Your groaning nature’s overcomeBy…
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The Song
Let’s take a walk into the night, Come to the fields with me.No man-made glitz, no city lightsHere blind your eyes to see. They say this universe so vastBegan by chance and time.But look real close – there see the past –Behold! God’s forged design. So many stare and think they’re wise,Search hard for life…
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And the Stars
I am stuck in Job chapter 26. I am reading the last verse over and over, soaking in its depth and meditating on its richness. “Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. And how small a whisper do we hear of him!But the thunder of his powerwho can understand?” Job 26:14 My husband has been in…
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Psalms and my New Problem
“New!” It’s not always my favorite word.“New” – makes me halt and wonder,“Why change?”I was getting crabby, right there in the middle of singing praises to God.“Too loud!”“Too new!”“I like it the old way!”I heard my thoughts repeat themselves. Then, as if the earth itself suddenly opened, right there on Sunday morning, 10:15 am, the…
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Of Giant and Tiny Blessings
Black-capped Chickadees are my favorite birds. They are so friendly and nosy. They bounce toward the bird feeders like tiny Tiggers in the Hundred Acre Wood. They communicate with up to sixteen different calls, making these North American forests ring with their chatter in any season. After I fill my feeders, Chickadees are the first…
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The Door
There is a door – cracked open a bit It seems Heaven is peeking throughA Silence beckons to enter it Behind, Heaven’s Hope rings true. The door asks for all to make a choice To walk through or not enter in Draws the heart of man with an unheard voice To cross over – leave a life of sin. But…
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IN THE BEGINNING
Early one morning – the sun was still weak, I stepped through an old rusted gate.Walked into my garden and took peekWhat I saw, I know, was my fate. Overcome by a wonder I’d never seenAs if traveled the universe vast I looked and there from a vine shone a beam, Drew me in to the way of…
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The Wellspring
When Love is abundant, store it awayFor a time of great hate will comeWhen it does and you stand in warring days You’ll have plenty to draw love from. When it’s day and gorgeous Light fills your eyes,Keep the vision of Light in mind.For darkness will come and and evil will riseWhen for the blind your…
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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 me, and I in you.…
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Of Raising Kids and Writing
While at my sink doing the dishes today (that’s where I do my best thinking) something occurred to me. My thoughts were prompted by a blog-conversation with Phillip Mullins Writing is a lot like raising kids. My husband and I have six kids. Their ages range from the oldest being old enough to get married this…
Heidi Viars 