Bottled Tears
Angels from on high, come to wipe the tears from our eyes,
For our Father knows when we cry.
He feels our pain, and knows our heart, to him it is plain,
I’ve seen him cry, and have seen him weep,
His feelings for us run so very deep.
So what has overwhelmed your heart?
Has sorrow took the place of joy?
Distressed are you now, and full of doubts,
He knows your fears, He feels your pain.
All your emotions that flow as tears,
He keeps in his bottle, Throughout all of your years.
MFL
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
As The Water Falls
As I said in the start of my Blog, I have been inspired by the two greatest things in my life, to write some stories, and poems. Some may not make any sense to you, but somewhere in my mind, they were an expression of my love and devotion to my Lord, and also, to my Wife.
This one was, and is to my Sunshine!
Waterfall
As the waterfall that beats the ground
So my heart beats, but not a sound.
Helplessly the stream races on,
To the fall, its endless song.
When I behold the sunshine of your face,
The way you walk, You have such grace.
Still beating harder within my chest,
To hold you close, to taste your breath.
This thought that fills with pure delight,
Even in darkness, You are my light.
MFL
This one was, and is to my Sunshine!
Waterfall
As the waterfall that beats the ground
So my heart beats, but not a sound.
Helplessly the stream races on,
To the fall, its endless song.
When I behold the sunshine of your face,
The way you walk, You have such grace.
Still beating harder within my chest,
To hold you close, to taste your breath.
This thought that fills with pure delight,
Even in darkness, You are my light.
MFL
Thursday, March 18, 2010
LIFE PATHS
In a dream I saw a path that lay before a small infant, there were angels carrying this precious child along. I could hear them communicate the wonders of God to this tiny human being, showing all of the goodness and love of a faithful creator.
The path was clearly marked “The path of Life”. As I pondered in my heart the meaning of this I realized that God was showing me the way to know real life.
As I considered these things, I noticed in my dream that the infant was now a young adult, in his face could be read the scars of many battles. I was confused, How could God who showed such tenderness and love to this infant, now allow him to have had such a rough life? It was then that I saw him approach a fork in the path, and from the look on his face I could tell that he had been here before, not at this place, but at this choice. Which way to travel? What was best, and what would bring the most satisfaction? Both paths were clearly marked, There was one that was beautiful, the sight glorious to the eyes, it’s pleasures beckoning to his young and foolish heart. But the details of this path clearly stated that the end was darkness, and pain, and separation from the creator of all living things. In my mind there was no real choice, but why then did this man seem so perplexed. Then I noticed the other path, It was marked...”The path of Life”, and the details of this path too was clearly stated. The end of this path promised Life, Love, Joy, Peace, and Beauty beyond human comprehension. There would be no sickness, no death, and no sorrow. And the one who created the path, and all of its beauty would be there. But along this path there would be hard times, trials, and even death, but with all of the trials there is a promise of inner peace, of joy undisturbed, and protection from ever falling...It was then I remembered the angel that carried this little infant at the start of his life.
I now realized, this man had been on the path that leads to destruction, for how many years I do not know, and now again he had to face the choice, which path will he travel, the hard lines on his face showed that he yearned to follow the path of life, but everything within him craved the pleasures that the path of destruction promised, which would be better, to live life now, to enjoy the thrills, but end up bankrupt. Or to deny the pleasures of this present life to enjoy the fruit of everlasting life offered by following the path of life?
I awoke, and sweat flowed from my brow, my hands were shaking, and my heart beating hard... It was my face that I saw on the man in my dreams, those hard lines that covered his face were caused by the choices I have made in my life, those that caused me to turn from the one who cared for me as no other in this world could ever. Where was I now, on what path did I belong, I knew what was the right way, but where was I now?
What about you my friend? Are you at a fork in the path of life, look to the end of the path, not the path, for that which is at the end of the path will last forever...Will it be Life? Or will it be Death?
Mat 7:13 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:
Mat 7:14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
MFL 2-11-2001
The path was clearly marked “The path of Life”. As I pondered in my heart the meaning of this I realized that God was showing me the way to know real life.
As I considered these things, I noticed in my dream that the infant was now a young adult, in his face could be read the scars of many battles. I was confused, How could God who showed such tenderness and love to this infant, now allow him to have had such a rough life? It was then that I saw him approach a fork in the path, and from the look on his face I could tell that he had been here before, not at this place, but at this choice. Which way to travel? What was best, and what would bring the most satisfaction? Both paths were clearly marked, There was one that was beautiful, the sight glorious to the eyes, it’s pleasures beckoning to his young and foolish heart. But the details of this path clearly stated that the end was darkness, and pain, and separation from the creator of all living things. In my mind there was no real choice, but why then did this man seem so perplexed. Then I noticed the other path, It was marked...”The path of Life”, and the details of this path too was clearly stated. The end of this path promised Life, Love, Joy, Peace, and Beauty beyond human comprehension. There would be no sickness, no death, and no sorrow. And the one who created the path, and all of its beauty would be there. But along this path there would be hard times, trials, and even death, but with all of the trials there is a promise of inner peace, of joy undisturbed, and protection from ever falling...It was then I remembered the angel that carried this little infant at the start of his life.
I now realized, this man had been on the path that leads to destruction, for how many years I do not know, and now again he had to face the choice, which path will he travel, the hard lines on his face showed that he yearned to follow the path of life, but everything within him craved the pleasures that the path of destruction promised, which would be better, to live life now, to enjoy the thrills, but end up bankrupt. Or to deny the pleasures of this present life to enjoy the fruit of everlasting life offered by following the path of life?
I awoke, and sweat flowed from my brow, my hands were shaking, and my heart beating hard... It was my face that I saw on the man in my dreams, those hard lines that covered his face were caused by the choices I have made in my life, those that caused me to turn from the one who cared for me as no other in this world could ever. Where was I now, on what path did I belong, I knew what was the right way, but where was I now?
What about you my friend? Are you at a fork in the path of life, look to the end of the path, not the path, for that which is at the end of the path will last forever...Will it be Life? Or will it be Death?
Mat 7:13 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:
Mat 7:14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
MFL 2-11-2001
Friday, March 12, 2010
Sky Painting
I am the Sky, So Bright and so Blue,
My canopy covers the Grass, the Trees, and Dew.
I fill my canvas with Clouds by day, and stars by night,
The Shooting star is seen, and the Eagle soaring high.
But you, My Love, Illumine the sky Ever so Bright,
You fill my painting and dazzle my sight.
Your Love is as the Sun, Burning yet not consuming,
Your Rays sink deep into my Soul
And Warms my Heart with Love untold.
I watch You all of the day, and smile as you move on,
But grow sad, as I see you slip away, Then you are gone.
I wonder, Oh where are you my Love, my Dove, My light,
My canvas now filled with night.
Then I see it, the twinkle of the stars,
as though they are winking at me from afar.
The moon I see illumined by your Rays,
Reminds me I was lost in Days.
The night Sky too has beauty up above.
I see it now, as I am filled with Your Love.
MFL
My canopy covers the Grass, the Trees, and Dew.
I fill my canvas with Clouds by day, and stars by night,
The Shooting star is seen, and the Eagle soaring high.
But you, My Love, Illumine the sky Ever so Bright,
You fill my painting and dazzle my sight.
Your Love is as the Sun, Burning yet not consuming,
Your Rays sink deep into my Soul
And Warms my Heart with Love untold.
I watch You all of the day, and smile as you move on,
But grow sad, as I see you slip away, Then you are gone.
I wonder, Oh where are you my Love, my Dove, My light,
My canvas now filled with night.
Then I see it, the twinkle of the stars,
as though they are winking at me from afar.
The moon I see illumined by your Rays,
Reminds me I was lost in Days.
The night Sky too has beauty up above.
I see it now, as I am filled with Your Love.
MFL
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Peace
My Heart doth break, when I see hate,
This world is torn apart.
Such beauty is seen in creation wide,
But man knows not where to start.
Upon the highest mountain,
And on the plains below.
The search is made for peace,
Something some men may never know.
Why with such expanse in space,
The ocean deep and wide.
Can not the creature with his kind,
In peace therewith abide?
I have looked on high,
I have searched down low.
The truth of this, a mystery be,
Until I did the answer know.
That peace is not within a man,
It is a gift from above,
Not space, or sky, or nature,
But is found in God’s love.
MFL
This world is torn apart.
Such beauty is seen in creation wide,
But man knows not where to start.
Upon the highest mountain,
And on the plains below.
The search is made for peace,
Something some men may never know.
Why with such expanse in space,
The ocean deep and wide.
Can not the creature with his kind,
In peace therewith abide?
I have looked on high,
I have searched down low.
The truth of this, a mystery be,
Until I did the answer know.
That peace is not within a man,
It is a gift from above,
Not space, or sky, or nature,
But is found in God’s love.
MFL
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Roses Are Red
I guess you all know by now, i love my wife dearly.
Roses are red, and all the violets are blue,
what do the color of flowers have to do with you?
The grass is green, and the sky is blue
I think the violets and sky have something going on too!
The birds in the air, the fish in the sea,
tell nothing of the love between you and me!
So what else can I say, what else can I do?
To say that I Love You with nature is like gobbledygoo
But my heart is a pounding, and my soul is on fire,
My blood pressure rising higher and higher
To think of your beauty, and muse on your song,
keeps a smile on my face all the day long.
MFL
Roses are red, and all the violets are blue,
what do the color of flowers have to do with you?
The grass is green, and the sky is blue
I think the violets and sky have something going on too!
The birds in the air, the fish in the sea,
tell nothing of the love between you and me!
So what else can I say, what else can I do?
To say that I Love You with nature is like gobbledygoo
But my heart is a pounding, and my soul is on fire,
My blood pressure rising higher and higher
To think of your beauty, and muse on your song,
keeps a smile on my face all the day long.
MFL
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Red Headed Little Girl - Part 2
The little red headed girl climbed to the top edge of the giant boy’s pocket, and was able to look at where he was going. He was as happy as he had ever been, and was giggling with such excitement. Just over the next hill, she saw the most enormous house she had ever seen. The front door was so tall, she could barely see the top. There were two doors, but it seemed that only one opened. In he raced, and to his room. He then saw her hanging to the top of his pocket, looking out, and gently flicked her back down. But she quickly scurried back up to the top to watch what he was doing.
He was searching his room, in the closet, and under the bed, he was looking for something. Then he grabbed something and grinned real big. He had a glass jar, and he took the little red headed girl, and sit her on the top of his dresser, and then placed the glass jar over her. This was his new toy. Boy, was she relieved, she was sure now that he wasn’t going to eat her.
Back home in the village, there was quite a stir among the people. Her Mommy was crying her eyes out for the thought that her little girl may just be ate by a giant, this was everyone greatest fear. Her Daddy was determined to go rescue her from the giants, but the others were telling him that it was a fools errand. But he would have it no other way. There were others that volunteered, and soon, a group of men let Bobby lead them through the woods to the clearing and the mountain when she was taken.
They then sent Bobby back, and scolded him to not be silly and try to follow. So off they went, nearly running as they moved through the tall green grass. Then over the mountain, and over several hills, and then they all saw it… There was a house, if you call it that, none of these men had ever seen a giant, only their fathers before them, but they were all warned early as children, so much so, that not even the bravest had ever ventured this close to the mountain.
As they hid behind a rock, they discussed what they would do. They brought rope for climbing, and determined to climb up and into the open window on the east side of the house, the sun already setting, and there were shadows growing here, and gave a good cover from the plain sight of anyone in the house. One by one, they climbed a little way up, and attached another rope to reach even higher each time, until they were at the window sill. Peering in, they couldn’t believe their good fortune, for right across the room from the window, on top of this very tall dresser, her Daddy saw the glass jar, and his sweet little girl. He could see that there were toys of sorts inside the jar with her, as though the giant was keeping her as a pet. But there was no sign of the giant. So they hurried in, and climbed down from the window, and snuck around the room, staying close to the baseboards. Then finally, they reached the Dresser, and one by one they all began to climb up, using the lip of open drawers to climb up on., then The little red headed girl’s Daddy reached the top, and ran toward her, he began to shove and push on that glas jar, it was so heavy, it wouldn’t budge. Then one by one the others reached the jar, and they all began to push, and lift on the bottom, and then all of a sudden, the jar tipped over, and before anyone could react, it rolled across the dresser top, and then went tumbling down to the floor. It smashed into a million pieces, and made the loudest noise, everybody’s heart stopped with fear. They heard thumping, and the floor began to shake, and the sound and rumbling was growing closer. All the men headed to the edge and started climbing down, and her Daddy grabbed her, and ran to the edge, just as the giant boy entered the room, he screamed in horror, he thought that people were trying to hurt his little friend, and was ready to stop them at all cost. Just as he neared them, the little girl cried out to the giant boy, and screamed… WAIT!!! This is my Daddy, and these are my friends. They have worried about me, and have come to take me home, so my Mommy would not be so sad.
The giant boy stopped, and had a big tear running down his cheek, and he started sobbing, and said, I didn’t mean no harm, I just wanted a friend. So the little redheaded girl, said, I will always be your friend, and we can play every day at the sunflower patch.
And so the story goes, that they became friends with the giants, and lived happily together playing and running, and climbing trees, well the giant broke all the trees he tried to climb, but they all just laughed, and had fun.
The End.
Goodnight my little Sunbeam.
He was searching his room, in the closet, and under the bed, he was looking for something. Then he grabbed something and grinned real big. He had a glass jar, and he took the little red headed girl, and sit her on the top of his dresser, and then placed the glass jar over her. This was his new toy. Boy, was she relieved, she was sure now that he wasn’t going to eat her.
Back home in the village, there was quite a stir among the people. Her Mommy was crying her eyes out for the thought that her little girl may just be ate by a giant, this was everyone greatest fear. Her Daddy was determined to go rescue her from the giants, but the others were telling him that it was a fools errand. But he would have it no other way. There were others that volunteered, and soon, a group of men let Bobby lead them through the woods to the clearing and the mountain when she was taken.
They then sent Bobby back, and scolded him to not be silly and try to follow. So off they went, nearly running as they moved through the tall green grass. Then over the mountain, and over several hills, and then they all saw it… There was a house, if you call it that, none of these men had ever seen a giant, only their fathers before them, but they were all warned early as children, so much so, that not even the bravest had ever ventured this close to the mountain.
As they hid behind a rock, they discussed what they would do. They brought rope for climbing, and determined to climb up and into the open window on the east side of the house, the sun already setting, and there were shadows growing here, and gave a good cover from the plain sight of anyone in the house. One by one, they climbed a little way up, and attached another rope to reach even higher each time, until they were at the window sill. Peering in, they couldn’t believe their good fortune, for right across the room from the window, on top of this very tall dresser, her Daddy saw the glass jar, and his sweet little girl. He could see that there were toys of sorts inside the jar with her, as though the giant was keeping her as a pet. But there was no sign of the giant. So they hurried in, and climbed down from the window, and snuck around the room, staying close to the baseboards. Then finally, they reached the Dresser, and one by one they all began to climb up, using the lip of open drawers to climb up on., then The little red headed girl’s Daddy reached the top, and ran toward her, he began to shove and push on that glas jar, it was so heavy, it wouldn’t budge. Then one by one the others reached the jar, and they all began to push, and lift on the bottom, and then all of a sudden, the jar tipped over, and before anyone could react, it rolled across the dresser top, and then went tumbling down to the floor. It smashed into a million pieces, and made the loudest noise, everybody’s heart stopped with fear. They heard thumping, and the floor began to shake, and the sound and rumbling was growing closer. All the men headed to the edge and started climbing down, and her Daddy grabbed her, and ran to the edge, just as the giant boy entered the room, he screamed in horror, he thought that people were trying to hurt his little friend, and was ready to stop them at all cost. Just as he neared them, the little girl cried out to the giant boy, and screamed… WAIT!!! This is my Daddy, and these are my friends. They have worried about me, and have come to take me home, so my Mommy would not be so sad.
The giant boy stopped, and had a big tear running down his cheek, and he started sobbing, and said, I didn’t mean no harm, I just wanted a friend. So the little redheaded girl, said, I will always be your friend, and we can play every day at the sunflower patch.
And so the story goes, that they became friends with the giants, and lived happily together playing and running, and climbing trees, well the giant broke all the trees he tried to climb, but they all just laughed, and had fun.
The End.
Goodnight my little Sunbeam.
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