Wheels Keep on Rolling

photo and “art” work by dfav
The wheels are rolling beneath the car
Wheels have carried us near and far,
Other trips come to mind so fast,
When pleasure and pain reared in the past.

It seems a metaphor for the present
To return to where we once were residents,
Life was hard but so much to come
Who'd have thought in all life's sum,
We'd find solace where we least expect
By physically returning will we connect
To who we were and who we are now?
Wheels keep rolling there's a reason somehow.

Do you remember the trip that day
Mother broke her leg that awful way?
We drove to visit and I cross-stitched
We were only a few years hitched.

Then the day that she died
How I wanted someone to have lied.
Or the day we moved to my home state
Sure of the future we did not hesitate.
Two became three after one trip
The wheels kept turning they did not slip,
The big trip to Walt Disney World that year
Our daughter grinning from ear to ear.

Now she's all grown and it's you and me
After nineteen years of us three.
Wheels keep rolling take us far
Further than wheels on a car.

Help us remember every single blessing,
Hear our praise and our confessing.
Open our ears to hear Your voice in the wind
For You Lord God are our Savior and Friend.
One day You'll call us home forever
Where our joy will not end, never.   
Home to forever be with You,
All our souls long to do.

Prayer wheels keep on rolling far,
For they carry us further than any car,
To the throne of God, the King of Kings,
Hear our voices as Your praises we sing.


-----dfav
10/19/2020
 

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

Art by dfav, edited using PhotoGrid.
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

His

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His!
Even when I fail,
When sin grips me,
His!

God the Father
Sent His ONLY Son
To die upon a cross,
God the Father.

His!
Bought with a price,
The shedding of innocent blood,
His!

Jesus Christ paid
Upon the cross in agony,
Willingly allowed His own murder,
Jesus Christ paid.

His!
It is by His sacrifice,
That I am a co-heir,
His!

Jesus conquered even Death,
Satan danced with glee,
Thinking he had actually won,
Jesus conquered even Death.

His!
Jesus's in His resurrection,
For His ultimate sacrifice,
His!

Forever sealed,
Man nor Satan can undo,
The deeds God has done,
Forever sealed.

HIS!
He is my Father,
He is my Savior Redeemer,
HIS!

Praise the God Most High,
I am His and His for eternity,
Let me continually surrender my will to His,
Praise the God Most High!

HIS!
My life, my heart, my soul,
May they continually flood with Him,
HIS!

---dfav
10/9/2020

Who Are We?

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Who are we if not the sum of all we are?
If not all the losses and the wins,
Not the scars and the healings?
If not the child and the parent,
Not the enemy and the friend?
Who are we if not the sinner and the saint,
Not the doubter and the confident?
If not the unfaithful and the faithful,
Not the unbeliever and the Believer?
If not the lazy and industrious?
Not the ignorant and the educated,
If not the wrong and the right,
How do we separate these from who we are?
It is only in the individual's decision
To surrender their life completely to Christ,
For He has paid the price for each of us,
Poured out His self and His very blood,
In His innocence became our crimes,
Then in His death emerged the Victor
And offers each of us the chance to believe?
Then how, if this decision is genuine,
Do we live our lives in boxes?
Keep God in a box separate from the rest?
He, our Father who gave His son as our Redeemer
And wants only for us what is best?
------dfav
10/7/2020



Who are you if not the sum of all you are?
If not the same things that I am,
Not the 

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

The Sounds are Missing

The world living sounds are changing,

In some respects they’ve gone away,

The sounds of leaves crunching

Beneath a neighbors feet.

Traffic isn’t as thunderous these days,

People pass but not as many,

Even heavy trucks have gone astray,

Their wheels and air brakes muted.

Birds are no longer tweeting,

Squirrels aren’t actively gathering nuts,

As if nature itself responds to silencing,

This world, as a whole, long changed.

Feelings of discomfort and disbelief,

Are ushered in by bare branches,

As every cell in me waits for some relief,

Sounds today? What waits tomorrow?

—-dfav

9/28/2020