The funny thing with roses, they start as just a bud;
Some take so long to open, they seem like just a dud.
But no amount of wishing will make them open up,
Like no amount of wanting removed the bitter cup.
The Rose
Trust
Remember Him
I do always remember Him—
At work and play, home and gym
I do always remember Him—
Deliberate, consistent, not on a whim
I do always remember Him—
Now and still when eyes grow dim
I do always remember Him—
My heart, all pride, I strive to trim
I do always remember Him!
Potential
The breeze washing over me, from where does it come?
The passing bumblebee, how does it hum?
The chasing birds, how do they fly?
And why is it blue—the heavenly sky?
The Mother Who Knew!
There’s a tale of a mother who lived in a shoe,
When faced with a challenge knew not what to do.
So the family had dinner without any bread—
Then she spanked all her children and sent them to bed!
Why we rehearse this nobody knows,
So let’s faithen the story and see how it goes. . . .
Endure Well
Don’t give up. Photo by Gabriela Palai.
As you walk the lonely road. . .
Mile after mile
Without expected blessing,
This may be your trial.
But if you’ve done what you can
And still must wait awhile;
Don’t give up my faithful friend—
Delay is not denial.
All is Well
Another night, another week,
Dark and gray and even bleak
With snow and ice and bitter cold,
As Summer’s sun and warmth is sold
For Winter’s windy, chilly blast,
That seems to last. . .
And last and last.
All For Good
When life gets hard and trying and difficult to take
And leaves you lying in the night—worried, wide awake,
May you find some peace in knowing this is not unique to you—
For God will try every heart to test which ones are true.
Can God Trust You?
Waves by the wind are blown to and fro.
Taking no stand, they just go with the flow.
Wobbly souls, like waves, too are tossed.
And God’s choicest blessings, that is the cost.
Begin
You have to start somewhere. Photo by Amanda Klamrowski
If today you have been struggling,
Tomorrow you will again—
With faith and hope, trust and love,
With doubt and fear and sin.
For life is full of opposite
And contradictory views,
And sometimes there’s confusion
On which path you should choose.
Once Upon A Rhyme 