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There is Still

Flowers by God, photo by dfav.
There is still beauty in the world,
Flowers that bloom in majesty,
Clouds that fly on the breeze,
Colors that dance in autumn glory,
Warm hugs and love that
Carry us to our very knees.

There is still joy in this life,
A child's face with huge grin,
A loved ones touch saying, "I care",
Music that resides in your soul,
Lifts your heart towards God,
Laughter ringing out to share.

There is still God's love here today,
Grace that flows from His forgiveness,
Tears wiped from eyes turned to Him,
In hearts to Him surrendered He reigns,
His mercy rains down in His love,
Where belief in God's love never dims.

There is still happiness on Earth,
Though hard times knock and troubles hang in,
As it seems all have forsaken you,
Hold strong to His Word and promises,
Remember He always answers prayers,
Either yes, no or wait, see what He can do.

There is still God among us everyday,
Weeping in our sorrow, rejoicing in our delight,
Entering hearts that want Him there,
Working to reach even more people,
For He is unwilling that any perish,
He died, He rose and has proven He does care.  

----dfav
10/20/2020

From the Cottage-by-the-sea #2, 10/20/2020

Cottage-by-the-Sea art by dfav
If I could just look at this view all day,
Not seeing the ugly scenes,
The nasty means used to get what people want,
If I could unhear the growling throated howls,
Or the innocent souls crying out to You,
The blood thirsty ones seeking revenge,
Could my soul believe what I say?

Here, in this cottage, just You and me,
I can keep my eyes upon You,
Finally I can lay face down before Your throne,
Seeking Your will and reading Your Word,
Your angels have covered us,
My heart wants and seeks Your peace,
Here with You in our Cottage-by-the-Sea.

The world though lays beyond this lot,
The Earth is where I live each day,
It's been growing darker and darker,
Regardless of how much sunlight shines,
How good our intentions are,
How bright the moon and stars,
How beautiful the fruit inside is rot.

Let me pick up my cross and follow You,
May I see the cost and pay it willingly,
For You paid all our redemption bounties,
And sharing that with others 
Should be my deepest heartfelt pleasure,
Here I've come to draw upon Your strength
I come here to find mercy like morning dew.

Yes, some places on Earth are like this view,
Where winds race fresh and salty,
Sunlight creates the golden paths,
Diamonds on the sea waves twinkle,
The sky is clear and cool the breeze,
The shore is clean with golden sand,
I'm grateful for this as I come to You.

Help me face the truth regardless,
Help me stay true to Your Word and Will,
Keep my feet on Your pathways,
For Jesus only You are the Way, the Truth
And only You are also the Light,
Guide me here by Your Holy Spirit,
Forgive us all for this world's mess.

----dfav
10/19/2020


 

Praise in the Pit

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It’s dark, it’s cold and miserable,

There’s no way out, but many in,

No light, no warmth or hand to hold,

This pit where the bottom never ends.

It’s narrow, it’s wide and walls sharp,

Some fall quickly, other’s quite slow,

No rope, no ladder or human voice,

Worse it seems that no one else knows.

From here, this place and circumstance,

Prayers pouring from my lips,

There’s trust, there’s belief and heart,

I lift up my freezing fingertips.

He’s here, He knows and understands,

Regardless of what is in my sight,

Right here, right now I lift my praise,

Though all around me it is night.

In this pit, this place meant to break,

My heart warmed by His love bit by bit,

He is still God, He is still beside me here,

My soul will praise Him in this pit.

—–dfav

10/5/2020

Will You Forgive Me Lord?

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Will You forgive me Lord,

If I can no longer go on?

If I fall to my knees beneath the load

and never rise?

If for me, tomorrow never comes again?

Will You forgive me Lord,

If I end my life myself?

Will you allow me into Heaven,,

Or reject me for failing the test?

This pain Lord, is killing me.

There is no end.

There is no end.

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Will You forgive me Lord,

If this massive storm does me in?

If in this diaster is where I surrender

And I never rise again?

If these waves become my grave?

Will You forgive me Lord,

If I stop fighting against the winds?

If the storms so big, so vast, so broad

I stop fighting and give up?

This pain, this grief is killing me.

There is no end.

There is no end.

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Will You forgive me Lord?

Yes, I believe You will but I can understand,

Your disappointment in my lack of faith,

That I never reached for Your hand.

That I sank in the pain instead of rising,

Yes, You would offer compassion,

You would nonetheless be dismayed,

For You’ve proved Your love for me repeatedly,

And I took my eyes off You.

Forgive me Lord,

Please use me, You choose the end.

Please use me, You choose the end.

—-dfav

6/21/2020 & 10/2/2020

When I’m Pushing My Own Agenda

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Forgive me Lord, for the times I’m selfish,

When all I see are things from my point-of-view,

When my own hurt and pain are all I feel,

When I fail to acknowledge my own costs are due.

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Forgive me Father, for the times I close my ears,

When all I hear are the beats of my own heart,

When my own fears have reared their heads,

When I forget to trust You to do Your part.

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Forgive me Lord, for the times I judge others,

When all I see are the differences in others,

When I think I understand all that makes me right,

When I just don’t see the sin in which I smother.

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Forgive me Lord, for damaging Your Holy reputation,

When all I do is push our own human laws,

When I think I’m right and I’m actually so wrong,

When I draw people away from Your Holy cause.

—-dfav

9/22/2020

Less of Me, More of You

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O Holy God:

Less of me, more of You

Let that be what they see—

Less of me, more of You

Let that be all they read.

For it’s not my strength or abilities

That holds me in this hour—

It’s less of me, more of You

From which flows Your mighty power.

—-dfav

1/25/2020

Don’t Dance with the Devil

Don’t dance with the devil

Don’t give him a whirl or two,

He’ll trap you before you know

What has imprisoned you.

Don’t think you can control

The places he’ll take you,

His schemes race so quickly

Zero to a million and two.

Don’t accessorize with his symbols

Expecting he’ll turn away.

Playing dress-up with the devil?

He’ll destroy your soul each day.

Don’t dance with the devil

For he pays for the band,

And he who controls the music

Soon has you in his hand.

-dfav

1/3/2020

Reality, Consequences

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There are consequences–

Whether good or bad,

Some are happy, some mad.

There are consequences–

For every choice we make,

No matter what we try to fake.

 



There are consequences–

For the saved and lost,

For peace or war at any cost.

There are consequences–

When we lose our cool,

For every time we act a fool.

 

There are consequences–

When fists in anger raise,

When to God we lift our praise.

There are consequences–

When only skins color we see,

For then no one is truly free.

 

There are consequences–

When we try to pretend,

Especially when we neglect a friend.

There are consequences–

When we loot, bully and burn,

Even when we refuse to learn.

 

There are consequences–

For taking what’s not ours,

When we abuse our powers.

There are consequences–

To living stuck in the past,

For that time the die is cast.

 

There are consequences–

To breaking the law,

When from God’s grace we fall.

There are consequences–

With each hearts  that’s turned,

When hate in hate is continually churned.

 

There are consequences–

Whether we’re right or wrong,

Eventually we hear life’s last song.

There are consequences–

When we go with the mob,

And the times we kneel to God.

 

There are consequences–

For every decision made,

Each one has a price to paid.

                                   -dfav 9/3/2020

Predictions

Diagnosis true and grim,
Dire predictions to the brim,
Shadows haunting milky film,
Chance of happiness totally slim.
But who can know tomorrow’s gift?
What chance may cause a shift?
Life buried in a deep snow drift,
May bring the spring and heal the rift?
What Satan means to destroy trust,
Turn flesh to fire and bones to dust,
Could be turned by God and must,
Be asked to heal heart and crust.
       -dfav

—Donna

Season of Listening

The air is spun with frozen fingers,
Tap dancing with Summer’s humid greens,
While hues of Autumn creeps on life’s stage
And Winter waits a few more days.
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.

The fields give up the last of bounty,
Soil put to rest for Winter’s pass,
While bon fires blaze to hold off the cold
But soon the season will claim it’s right.
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.

Ice and snow the duet shrill,
As Winter has laid ownership to time,
Days are short and long the night,
What lesson buried in bitter cold?
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.

Whatever it is this season bring,
Remember I hearth fires blaze,
Fingers warmed by coffee mug in grasp
Heart exposed by Scripture explored.
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.
         dfav 10/22/17

—Donna