God’s blessings overflow
Jesus’ mere hem, or Peter’s shadow
Had power to heal and make whole
For over all nature God has control
He is there for our every need
If we but trust and His ways heed
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Hem of a Garment Touched
Month: March 2022
Return
Return
A homecoming
Wonderful reunion
Blessed time of loving communion
Restored
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Hurtful Words
In a savage manner our words can hurt
And with cruel phrases – with violence we flirt
An insult here, and innuendo there
Can wound souls and cause dispair
While striking back – it too is wrong
Let us instead be kind – and get along
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Idol
And they gathered round
Their sacred idol
It seemed to me
To be rather idle
Despite rituals and blood that flowed
It seemed that Baal
No interest showed
At last the prophet of the Lord
Doused his offering with water
Till it overflowed
And when he prayed
The Lord responded
And Baalists were smitten
Their ways confounded
I Kings 18: 26f
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Serving the Servant
There at the beginning, through Him all things were made
The Light of creation – yet He humility displayed
He came unto His own – they recognised Him not
It was all part of the plan – that He taught
For though rejected – a victory He won
For He opened a way for us to be called “son”
For in His weakness there was power
That has been passed on to you
So you may serve the Great Servant
And be lifted up too
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Thanks to Pastor Vince and his message from John 1 today.
The Sighting
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“I tell you, I know what I saw,” Hans said passionately.
“You couldn’t have. Everyone knows that these lands were cleared of them years ago,” Dieter replied.
“What are you two arguing about?” Karl asked, sitting down next to Hans.
“Nothing of any importance,” Dieter said.
“That’s not true,” Hans said indignantly. “I saw an Ogre in the wood.”
“If you did, how have you lived to tell of it?” Dieter challenged.
“I was lucky, or downwind, or something.”
“Or something,” Dieter mocked.
“Wait,” Karl interrupted. “In the Fallun Wood?”
“Yes,” Hans said.
“It wasn’t just me then,” Karl said leaning in and lowering his voice. “I found some odd tracks about a week ago and tried to dismiss it, then yesterday I saw something big deep in the treeline. I think we might have a problem here.”
“The problem . . . ,” Dieter almost shouted, before being hushed by the other two. “The problem is my two best mates have gone mad.”
Karl cut him off and whispered, “We need to check this out, but we farmers ain’t meant for such things. We need to have a look, but we need help.”
“What about Otis,” Hans whispered. “He was a warrior.”
“So now you want to get a sixty-year old all caught up in your craziness?” Dieter challenged.
“It can’t hurt to be sure,” Karl said. “If anyone can tell us if we’re fools or not on this, Otis is the one.”
“Fine,” Dieter said. “I can always use someone to back up my opinions.”
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Newton’s Curse
I have had some recent misfortune
A tumble leading to bruised ribs
Experience unwelcome
I blame Isaac Newton
It’s because of him
His gravity
Most clearly
Made me
Fall
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Into The Unknown
Winding
The footpath snakes
Through lands unfamiliar
Apprehension builds at each turn
Despair
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The Search
Where did I leave them?
Oh, where can they be?
Please somebody tell me
Have you seen my keys?
They’re not in my pocket
On the dresser or hook
Please help me search
Before I’m late for work
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Give Us A King
Guided and protected by the power unseen
They still insisted on being given a king
To be like all others
Not set apart
Living by image and not by heart
Are we much different than those of old
Sadly I think not, if truth be told
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I Samuel 8
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