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Elaine H. Stuart (Interested parties can contact Elaine through editor@lightfoundations.com)
Only Clay
I am a work in progress, Not ready yet, you see.
But as time goes on, I ask, "How much longer will it be?"
Subtracted here and added there, Sometimes round and sometimes square.
Pulled and tugged along the way, After all, I'm only clay.
But I trust I'll be complete, Finally whole and most unique!
The potter loves diversity, With his great creativity.
My Treasure (to Nancy, Mike, Kris, Phyl, Becky, Pat and Bill)
A magnificent seven, Were sent from Heaven, With a tear and a smile, To keep for a while.
Their hope and their care, We were able to share, Each one unique All come complete
With a gift and a touch, They're loved so much. Till time to go Must it also be so?
May they be ever free, And readily see, That love is the way To live every day.
The Dance
In the wind I hear You say, "Come my love and let us play. Leave your worry and care behind, For in my arms you are entwined."
The music in my heart will sing And then my soul begins to take wing. Do others see or hear this tune, Or does the world sound only gloom?
I relish the time You dance with me, For I know this is what's meant to be. Freedom and love soar over all, Please don't ever let me fall From Your grace and heavenly aid, For this is why I was surely made.
Quiet Time
Gentle me now that I am old. Keep the sound quiet and the verse never bold. Sing a love song true with notes low and sweet, Keep the melody haunting, the refrain complete.
The tinkle of key, the ripple of horn, Match the sigh of being well worn.
Careless
Carelessly, I toss away The gifts You give me each day. Opportunities to see and learn, Times to care and show concern.
While worldly things appeal to me, Your precious gifts, I fail to see. Bird and tree proclaim Your fame. As I trod along and remain the same.
With humble heart and open hand, I try to wait and understand, As You gift me with Your lasting love, Pouring out from Heaven above.
The Hope
Lord, I have no doubt at all about You. I do believe Your promise is really true. My doubt falls on the structured frame, Does this church, Your Word proclaim?
I look and see little love at all, Only criticism and blame do fall, On those who try to serve You well, When we are told to go to Hell.
I know that we must drink Your cup, With only Your Word to build us up. Give me the strength so I may see, The church You teach will someday be A place of love and acceptance, too. Where we are all reflecting You. |
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