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Pot on the Stove

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Aromas drifting through the house,
Calling our names to the door,
What is under the pot's glass lid?
Steam has the contents slyly hid.

Carrots, garlic, onion, beef,
Beans, peas and whole kernel corn,
Chili powder, salt, pepper, potatoes,
And of course beef broth and tomatoes.

Cooked it low and very slow,
Noses teased and mouths are watering,
Cold outside and Mama's soup in the pot,
We all line up we want it nice and hot.

Before the spoons dip into our bowls,
We pause to thank the Lord above,
For the food that's He's provided us,
And how much Mama clearly loves us.

----dfav
10/15/2020


Autumn Sky

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The air is cool in my lungs,
A light jacket feels cozy perfectly,
Purple-blue sky is invitingly clear,
And the stars shine through,
Mercury and mars shine too.

Here above is God's handiwork,
Evidence in this autumn sky,
I breathe in and look up it's vital,
Lord, cleanse my heart open up my soul,
Let Your peace be my your ultimate goal.

Lifting up my heart to You,
Awed in Your majesty displayed,
The cares of earthly existence,
Fall away in Your love and grace,
How I long to see Your face.

This is one of Your perfect autumn nights,
I see You in the stars that shine,
Sense You in the breeze that blows,
The baring branches of the tree,
You are here, You are all I sense and see.
----dfav
10/13/2020

From the Cottage-by-the-Sea 10/11/2020 – #1

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Here I am and here are You
Meeting once again in this place
In this Cottage-by-the-Sea I am humbled
I dare not look into Your glory filled face.

My soul draws in Your very presence,
As my lungs breathe in the sea air,
How is it always possible dear Lord,
You always love me and always care?

Today I throw myself at Your feet,
Casting all my weariness and cares upon You,
You speak to my heart and very soul,
Reminding me of Your love and what I am to do.

From deep within me praise by song I offer up
The words lapping on Heaven's very shores,
Here I worship and praise You Lord,
Heaven itself has flung open her doors.

My soul is washed its windows flung wide,
As You accept my worship, prayer and praise,
Here in our place of intervention
I offer You my heart and soul to raise.

From our Cottage-by-the-Sea just You and I,
In the falls nipping sea salty bracing winds,
I freely give all I am to You my Savior,
Freed because I know in You there is no end.

----dfav
10/11/2020

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

Please, Remember Whose You Are

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Growing up in a day long now past,

A girl’s wise mother used to say,

As she kissed her on the forehead,

Looked her daughter in the eyes,

“Please, remember whose you are.”

She said it every morning,

She said it every day.

As the child became a young teen,

She was certain Mother surely meant

That she was her parent’s daughter

And they wanted her to be good.

Not to build a reputation of bad decisions,

Think carefully before she acted,

Consider the true cost of what she spent.

Steadily though she would grow

Those words were an identification,

She was her parent’s daughter,

And she didn’t long for freedom,

For her parent’s love gave her wings,

The message in her mother’s wisdom

Were the seeds of all she would ever know.

Mother wrote it in the Bible,

In the white clapboard church that day,

When her daughter was baptized,

First step on the pathway to her eternal life,

“Please, remember whose you are,”

Daughter understood she was God’s child,

She’d agreed that she was going to follow His way.

Upon the day of her marriage,

When daughter left her parents home,

It was embroidered as a quotation,

On the picture Mother had carefully sown

“Please, remember whose you are,”

She was a Christian and a Daughter,

Daughter understood she was also a spouse.

Daughter became a mother,

Engaged in many roles in life,

Then one evening in the twilight,

She held her mother’s fading hand,

And she heard from her mother,

“Please, remember whose you are.”

As Mother passed from this earthly strife.

It happens every morning,

On each and every day,

Between the breakfasts and brushing teeth,

A young mother looks in her children’s eyes,

Kisses them on their foreheads,

And they can just hear her say,

“Please, remember whose you are.”

—–dfav

9/30/2020

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

Prayer for Wisdom

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Dear Lord,

Let me act wisely

Let my feet walk in Your lane

May I choose You first,

Shake free of sins curse

Though doing so bring joy or pain.

Dear Lord,

Wrap me in Your light

Let my mind choose to be wise

May I taste all Your Word

Be it bitter or honey

Let me choose You to authorize.

Dear Lord,

Open my heart to Your’s

May I put aside all that will hinder

May I remember my call

Though it be easy or hard

To You I must completely surrender.

—-dfav

9/3/2020

He Walks this Path

His footsteps shuffle down the hall

A forty-three year walks like he’s ninety,

Where once he walked with purpose and strength,

Now he drags shadows of illness that upon him fall,

As if in his life he’s given his all-in-all.

His dear, dear face is guant and drawn

Whiskers grow in new shades of gray and white,

Upon his face lines of faith wet with tears

He shuffles down a path on Winter’s Lawn

Searching for another days sun to dawn.

His breath is shallow and he is worn

From the walk from bed to bath,

He struggles to sit down before he falls,

This man whose heart to God’s he’s sworn,

Beloved husband and father now so forlorn.

His body wastes away more each day,

Doctor’s have no hint of what’s wrong,

A “let’s see what happens” kind of attitude

Have they heard nothing of what we say?

How can he live on in this fading way?

He’s walked by faith over half his life

Believing God, You’d always see him through,

Trying to give You, Lord his all-in-all,

For twenty-three years I’ve been his wife

Witnessing this cuts like a thousand knives.

His head now on his pillow lays sweet,

Exhausted from walking a twenty feet trek.

And I watch over him as he has me before

Is he still breathing? I check in his sleep.

As my heart clings to our God and I silently weep.

-dfav 4/20/2020