A Child’s Plea for God

A Child's Plea

  Give me not a god,
a god that I control.
Don’t give me a god
that I can mold.

 Give me GOD, THE LIVING GOD,
who’s free to come and go.
I need GOD, the REAL GOD,
who knows more than I know.

   GOD, Himself, who created Life,
and all living things—
GOD, who lives, and to my life
His own LIFE He brings.

   I  want  GOD, the HOLY GOD,
who has a master plan.
GOD, the GOD who acts in grace,
though I can’t understand.

 Where is GOD, the GOD OF TRUTH,
who tells it like it is;
Though painful it may seem to me,
shapes my heart like His? 

   I see GOD, the MIGHTY GOD,
when I look at the cross,
Who gave His life that I might live,
removing all the dross.

This GOD, THE GOD I’m looking for,
is greater than the world;
Able to do anything,
simply by His Word.

I will wait for GOD, THE LOVING GOD,
THE GOD OF POWER, still,
Who can, in JESUS, fill my heart,
and conform me to His will.
F.R. 1996

  (Poem was written for our oldest grandchild, Ansley, for her fourth birthday. She is now twenty-four, married, and has a two-year-old daughter.)

The Master Gardener

Let me show you my beautiful garden
Although it no longer belongs to me.
With all my toiling, sun up to sun down
My garden was not meant to be.

Little did I know of the seeds,
Seeds of deception and lies—
Until one day a stranger asked
“Why the despair in your eyes?”

“I’ve tried,” said I to this gentle man.
To water, to nourish,
the seeds which were given to me.
For fear of ridicule at what HE would behold,
I hesitated when HE said, “May I see?”

“I love gardens,” HE said,
“Where comes from the earth.”
The most beautiful of things!”
As I opened the gate and said “Come in.”
I thought I would see him cringe.

For row upon row, stood the harvest of my years.
Fear, distress, and worry, watered by my tears.
“Oh, look there.” HE said,
as he pointed to the corner of the field.
“What a beautiful bud, and a healthy plant.
What delightful fruit it will yield.”

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“But,” I said. “It’s only one—so unlike the rest.
I have given it no time.
I didn’t think it worth my effort.
Neither did I think it mine.

Blown, perhaps, by some distant wind,
From where I knew not of.
Left to itself—it was its own—
With nothing for me to solve.

The others required all of me—
And I’ve given all that I know to give.
With nothing in return—no delight—
No reason for me to live.”

HE knelt beside me in the dirt.
As I crouched and poured out my tears.
From His eyes came the same.
As if HE knew my fears.

“What can I do dear Sir—kind man,
For these, my plants, my friends?
Do you have plants? Do you have a garden,
To which you must attend?”

HE said, “I thought you might need help.
That’s why I came along.
Yes, my child, I have many gardens
To which I belong.

They were given to me
By friends who knew my art
Of taking gardens just like yours
And giving a new start.”

“What will you do with mine?” said I.
“What give you in return?”
“The fruits of my labor.” He said,
“More seed, more beauty
than you could ever earn.”

“What are you saying dear man, kind Sir?
A garden is meant to grow?
What else can you tell me?
What more do I need to know?”

He sat with me then and told me the plans
His Father had given Him
For gardens that flourish, reflecting His care—
Knowing and touching each stem.
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F. R. January 1993

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JESUS CHRIST IS LORD

Jesus Christ is Lord, He is our King.
From heaven He rules;  Over everything.

He rules in heaven,  He rules in earth.
He rules over death.  He rules over birth.

Over all our joys,  Over every sorrow,
Over our todays,  Over our tomorrows.

Thursday, before the duties of my day began, these words came to mind. I am not a poet, but occasionally a rhyme like this starts in my head. There was no special meaning, and I had thought to add the words “unfinished song” as part of the title. But, when the day was over no other words were needed.

imagesAs Jerry and I watched the flames from Cape Canaveral that morning, my first thoughts were of the prophecy of the earth’s demise. This seemed to be a preview of what God can do with man’s inventions. Yet, many other thoughts surfaced. So, bear with me a little as I unravel them.

Facebook CEO, Mark Zuckerberg is quoted by CNN, “I’m deeply disappointed to hear that SpaceX’s launch failure destroyed our satellite. The satellite would have provided connectivity to so many entrepreneurs and everyone else across the continent.”

Zuckerberg also said he has other technologies to help connect people. “We will keep working until everyone has the opportunities this satellite would have provided. ” (CNN)  This satellite was supposed to provide internet connections to Africa, where Zuckerberg was visiting when the explosion happened.

From his response, he reveals that he does not have all his eggs in one basket. Nor, do we suppose, his loss left him poverty-stricken. It was only a setback in his plans.

Some may say that God was showing His hand in that explosion on Thursday, but when Zuckerberg succeeds in launching another satellite for Facebook, God will use it to carry the message of His Son to the ends of the earth. He doesn’t need Facebook, but He will enable us to use it to His glory.

And, let us remember that when our dreams go up in flames, the author and finisher of our hopes and plans is still ruling and reigning for His glory, our work, and our joy.

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Dear Father, thank you for dreams that reach higher than the sky, that are for your kingdom. Continue until you have fulfilled your plan for your work in us here. In Jesus’ name I pray.

MY CROSS

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There was a cross at Golgotha
Where my Savior bled and died;
Where I meet Him face to face
And look into His eyes.

And when I look I see the love
Our Father has for me.
For through His clear, bright eyes of pain
I see E T E R N I T Y ———-

A home where Love and Joy abound
Within the heart of God;
A place beyond what man can dream,
Where no human feet have trod.

God’s children all are there:
There’s room for every one.
He knows each heart; He knows each name.
To Him He bids me, “Come.”

With outstretched hands He calls my name;
Not one I’ve heard before.
He’s not at all as I had thought;
He’s more, oh, so much more.

So gracious as the Father is
My speech will not allow
To tell in human words
What can be seen, even now.

When first I look at God’s own plan
To bring me to Himself
The cross looms high, but then bro’t low
It forms a human shelf.

From heaven He came, and here He stayed
Until His work was done.
The cross I knew was meant for me;
He suffered for His own.

I knew that He released me there
When He bid me, “Come.”
Jesus gives me joy and peace
For now and later on.

Eternity is God’s own life,
Given for my good.
He gives His love to be my own
Through Spirit, Deed and Word

F.R. 1994

Only As He

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“Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my thoughts;
and see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”  
Psalm 139:23-24

(For the next few weeks I will be posting a poem once a week featuring the art work of my second oldest granddaughter, Kourtney Grace.)

TRUE LIFE

True Life
Is not a matter of
Who or where I am;
What I am; or what I do;
What I think or what I say;
What I have or haven’t done;
What I should or shouldn’t do; or
What I plan to do.
 True Life
 Is a matter of
 Who God the Creator is;
 Where He is and What He does;
 What He thinks, and what He says;
 What He has and hasn't done;
 What He is doing; and
 What He plans to do.

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