There is a sound that I can hear
It seems to whisper in the ear
Is it the wind that steals about
With soft whispers and ne’er a shout ?
What must I do to make it clear
That God’s rebuke is all I fear ?
There is a sound that I can hear
It seems to whisper in the ear
Is it the wind that steals about
With soft whispers and ne’er a shout ?
What must I do to make it clear
That God’s rebuke is all I fear ?
I think that I would rather be
An angel on the Christmas tree
All sparkling in its angel dust
Shining so bright as stardust must,
Or eagle from her aerie nest
Judging behavior of the best
Perhaps a swan upon the lake
Whose paddling does not water break
While even hens upon a clutch
Will warn you loudly, do not touch
I’m just a mother trying hard
To teach her children follow God !
The serpent slithers on the ground
And waits in crevises around
Sometimes he slips his skin aside
To cloak his strike or presence hide.
Oh evil spirit, this we know
Who spoke to Eve so long ago
For it was he inspired the pair
To disregard God’s warning there.
And thus man’s paradise was lost
There is no way to count the cost !
Each morning as my body stirs
My mind awakes, my heart concurs
And here I lie, incumbent still
I’m loathe to rise, I’ve lost my will.
My bed is warm and soft and safe
Protected from the phantom wraith
For God alone is my true cause
And nought but He earns my applause.
The time draws near when we must meet
And I will cower at His feet !
Now Lot was a good kind ambitious man
The nephew of our father Abraham
He chose life in the valley of Jordan
Among the hills within the rivers run.
While there midst all those noxious Sodomites
Lot made his choice to live his days and nights
God sent His angels with a message and
Bade him escape the evil of that land.
Lot’s wife, poor thing, would oh so foolish be
Turning, for the last she would ever see,
The lesson is the Lord does speak to all
Please listen close to hear His final call !
EXCUSE ME, here I am in my ageing wheelchair, at my really old kitchen farm table, 38″ x 26″, circa 1900, with its aproned multi-turned vintage legs and truly discreet 1+” rollers on a beautiful Sunday morning having my usual breakfast of juice, black coffee in an ironstone mug, half a sliced banana and exactly 10 mini wheat squares with fat-free half & half ! Precise, right ? It’s early AM, this room has 8 solarfilmed windows, each 3′ x 6′, all covered by beige old fashioned lace curtains. With windows all open, the curtains rising and fluttering in the breeze, I can hear the church bells in the distance, there are 4 churches within a 2 block radius of my current residence. It’s like a symphony in carillon ! Waves of nostalgia wash over me and I am transported to a place almost 80 years ago in the past ! All this time yet that destination is not a mile away from here nor a minute away from my dearest memories ! This is about one of those cardboard signs my nana had in a streetside window, CURTAINS STRETCHED, 25 cents a pair. My grandpop was an ironworker ( Fagan, Tietjen & Lang, Federal, Todd and Bethlehem Steel ) and he made her an adjustable curtain stretcher which my agile childsized fingers could manipulate with the help of a small stepstool, also homemade ! My job after school was to take that agate pan full of starchwater and soaking lace, layering on as many panels at a time to dry in the afternoon sun ! As my nana would say, “idle hands do the devil’s work”. Haha, I don’t think he ever had a chance with me ! How about you ? By the way, that half-banana is low on my fav list but high in potassium, or is that an old wives tale ? Sincerely, Claire B.
I said a prayer the other day
Help me to find a better way
To love my God and do His work
This is my wish I will not shirk,
That I must always humble be
If God should deign to walk with me.
Make truth and peace the goals I seek
In manner mild both kind and meek
I thank the Lord for all these gifts
This joyous heart His spirit lifts !