Tag Archive | faith life

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

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
 

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 

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

Redeemer

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Jesus, You are my Redeemer,

A fact I cannot escape,

Nothing I could ever do

Would pay the debt I owed,

My sins, my costs still due.

Then You came most humbly,

The Son of God, Lord Almighty,

You said I’ll pay the price,

For everyone who will accept

The gift of You, Jesus Christ.

You paid that price

Upon a cross, mocked and shamed,

Bleeding from the nails, the stripes,

Willingly You gave up Your spirit,

My Redeemer You became.

My Redeemer, O Redeemer

You paid the price for me,

A gift I can never hope to repay.

My Redeemer, O Redeemer,

What love Your act did say.

—dfav

9/20/2020

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

Footsteps in the Hall

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Footsteps shuffle down the hall,

Drag, shuffle, drag…

Rearrange my face to smile,

Everything is going to be okay,

What else should I do or say?

Hurry to cook another dinner,

To bring it to the table on time…

Another meal he can’t eat,

Weighted head bent to sleep,

I turn my face so he can’t see me weep.

Another test, another scan to do,

A list of what and what not…

Check again, are we prepared?

Desperation cracks his voice,

We won’t give up this is our choice.

He sleeps and I stay awake,

I guard hoping death doesn’t steal…

Though I know it’s not up to us.

Prayers for healing, enlightenment,

Pleas for strength and empowerment.

When will this darkness end?

Please God, honor our faith in You…

Help us be faithful always.

Carry us through this storm,

Strengthen us though we are worn.

–dfav

6/4/2020

Today’s Blessings

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Blessings pop like quick raindrops

Upon our thristy lives

For without You Lord, I can’t imagine

How we would even survive.

Though what we deserve

For the way we live and act

Is condemnation and judgment

Your blessings flow despite that.

Mercy washes like a flood

Soaking us in Your grace

Forgiveness, reconciliation are ours

For Christ died in our place.

Thank You Lord, for the blessings

For the grace, mercy and love

Open my heart so these I return

To those here and You above.

—-dfav

9/13/2020

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

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