Category: Sunrises – Pictures
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The Center of a Square
Today read about a “square poem”. I loved it and tried it myself Made me think about my theology. I felt like playing Sudoku with Jesus! Here it goes … (it doesn’t quite rhyme … will work on that) You can read it line by line. The columns repeat the…
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What Kind of Hate …
I know that none, not one, would come To God, without belief In Jesus Christ, His only Son. But yet, I rarely grieve. I know that no sincerity In faulty spun ideas Will bring lost souls prosperity But yet, I will not speak. It’s funny how my mouth will move…
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An Allegory for the Church
I need to make a confession. I LOVE MY CHURCH! There is not a day that goes by, that I don’t have some contact with someone from my church. Don’t get me wrong, my church has issues. (Well, I attend there … and hence it’s bound to have issues!) If…
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Come with Me
Come walk with me into the night. Come to the fields with me. No man-made glitz, no city lights Taint tired eyes to see. Some say that all this grandeur vast Made self by chance and time. Come, look real close and see the past – Behold God’s forged design!…
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Just Do It
Clean it up Put it there Fold it and tuck it in drawers – Swish and mop Wash it down Scrub it down real good once more. ~ Click the belt Press the gas Go down the same road again – Kiss the kids Wave goodby Take a breath –…
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Holy
God, Infinite – limitless LORD, Whom all give glory with one accord. How could I come, petition this King, Of Whom the stars and angels sing? God, Omniscient – the foundation of truth, Who knows Himself and knows me from youth, How could I enter the Throne Room of Grace,…
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A Bright Future
My future as bright as Your promise to me, That hope in my heart is secure as can be. That my feet walk with peace and steadfast resolve, That Your plans for me stand – those no one can thwart. My future as bright as Your promise to me, That…
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Words Galore
Your words are as endless as sand on a shore, Strung together in books And in blogs galore. You speak them with vigor and zeal the same As if you’re vying for spots In Christendom’s fame Your words sit on tables and nightstands – piled high Proclaiming your wisdom Your…
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All For Him
What is the wind – Were it not for man’s walk In a cool morning breeze Where He hears his God talk? What is the sun – Were it not for man’s eyes Which when turned to horizons See new mercies arise? What is the bird – Were it not…
Heidi Viars 