An enormous clapping of thunder
the joy of a bird to see spring
the mewling of a new born kitten
the mighty roar of a jungle king
raindrops dancing on a tin roof
the honking of geese in flight
crackling wood in a cozy bonfire
an owl shattering a silent night
leaves whispering in the breeze
the rushing sound of a waterfall
or the ocean slapping a shoreline
and wondering WHO created it ALL?
HAVE YOU HEARD???
copyright 1996 by Ava Fenner
THE DIFFERENCE
I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task.
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said, "But you didn't seak."
I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock;
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I took this time to pray.
God is in every tomorrow --
God is in every tomorrow,
Therefor I live for today,
Certain of finding a sunrise,
Guidance and strength for the way;
Power for each moment of weakness;
Hope for each moment of pain,
Comfort for every sorrow,
Sunshine and joy after the rain.
God is in every tomorrow,
E'en in the dark I will follow,
Trust where my eyes cannot see,
Still by His promise of blessing,
Sotthed by the touch of His hand,
Confident of His protection,
Knowi.Knowing my life is planned.
God is in every tomorrow,
life with its changes may come,
he is behind and before me,
While in the distance shines Home!
Home - where no thought of tomorrow
Ever can shadow my brow,
Home - in the presence of Jesus,
Through all eternity - now!
-Anonymous
THE VESSEL
The Master was searching for a vessel to use:
Before Him were many, which one would He choose?
"Take me," cried the gold on. "I'm shiny and bright;
I'm of great value and I do thing just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest,
And for someone like you, Master, Gold would be best."
The Master passed on with no word at all,
And looked at a silver urn, grand and tall.
"I'll you dear Master, I'll pour out your wide;
I'll be on your table whenever you dine.
My lines are so graceful, my carving so true,
And silver will always complement you."
Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass
Wide-mouthed and shallow and polished like glass.
"Here, here!" cried the vessel, "I know I will do;
Place me on your table for all men to view."
"Look at me," called the goblet of crystal so clear,
"My transparency shows my contents so dear.
Though fragile am I, I will serve you with pride,
And I'm sure I'll be happy in your house to abide."
Then the Master came next to a vessel of wood;
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
"You may use me, dearest Master," the wooden bowl said.
"But I'd rather you used me for fruit, not for bread."
Then the master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse, and make whole, to fill and to use.
"Ah! Now this is the vessel I've been hoping to find.
I'll meant it and use it and make it all mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of itself;
Nor one that is big-mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one that displays his contents so proud;
Nor the one who thinks he can do things just right;
But this plain earthen vessel filled with power and might."
Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay,
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day;
Spoke to it kindly - "There's work you must do...
Just pour out to others as I pour into you."
by B.V. Cornwall
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