Summer nights

 

Summer nights

 

On a summer night such as this

I love watching the full moon rise high

Just to sit and watch the beauty.

How can a creator man deny?

 

When the moon peaks above the clouds

The tranquil scene lit in silver light

Peace returns after a long day,

Sweet sleep now is no longer a fight

 

The crickets chirp their lullaby

their rhythm a comfort to the ear!

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

It’s so peaceful lying in my bed here!

 

Until the dawn starts to brighten the sky

The songbird’s tune in hushed silence waits,

They greet the sun in cheerful tones

Until the noon’s heat their song abates

 

But once the sun has retreated,

Summer’s choir resumes their chorus;

Even the shrill tree frog’s voice blends

This sweet lullaby God made for us.

August 2015

Oh, How Great and Rich in Mercy!

 

Oh, How Great and Rich in Mercy!

 

The beauty of God’s creation

Is in every minute detail,

From the vast, starry horizon

To the small, complex human cell.

From the meadows to the forest

From the lofty heights to the dales,

Creation sings in one chorus--

Of the Creator God it tells.

 

Man in vain searches for answers

Of origin and destiny;

But he looks in the wrong places

With blinded eyes that will not see,

He twists all the truth around him

To fit his own feeble theory

And when it is found yet wanting

He still rejects God’s Deity.

 

Written in every mortal tongue

God tells man through creation’s voice,

“I am Lord of the universe

But I leave you with a free choice

You may serve me with soul and heart

And spend eternity with Me,

Or you can reject My Son’s blood

And choose a life of misery.”

 

Foolish man in his own conceit

Thinks he can devise his own way,

Not believing God or His Word

That there’s a coming judgment day,

And though the earth will be shaken

And the stars in the heavens fall

Still man turns his back on the Lord

And refuses to on Him call.

 

Oh, how great and rich in mercy

God is to the children of men!

He tarries with His fierce anger

That all might repent of their sin,

He convicts man with His Spirit

And beckons to Him with His love

He cares for them as a Shepherd

That they might join His flock above.

 

H. R Dec 14^th, 2021

The Miracle of Spring

The Miracle of Spring

 

There’s a tune that all of nature is singing

Of abounding new life and vibrancy,

And in the woods the message is ringing

Spring has beaten Winter, her enemy.

 

 

The birds chirp, whistle, and sing in the trees

Their triumphant joy at life’s victory,

Gone are the times of Winter’s meager store

Soon Summer will be barging through the door.

 

There is an air of rejuvenation

As parents raise the next generation,

The sun is warm again; the clouds are tall

And there’s bountiful food enough for all.

 

And once again the miracle unfolds

Proving that in His hands, the world, God holds,

As the drab turns lush and the brown to green

And through His workmanship God’s hand is seen.

 

H.R  March 27^th, 2021

 

Thou Lovely Soucre of True Delught

Thou lovely Source of True Delight

Thou lovely Source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore;
Unveil Thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love Thee more.

Thy glory o’er creation shines;
But in Thy sacred Word,
I read in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

’Tis here, whene’er my comforts droop,
And sins and sorrows rise,
Thy love with cheerful beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.

Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my Light,
O come with blissful ray;
Break radiant through the shades of night,
And chase my fears away.

Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of Thy love;
But the full glories of Thy face
Are only known above.

Anne Steel

 

An Easter Prayer

An Easter Prayer

by Helen Steiner Rice

God, give us eyes to see the beauty of the Spring, And to behold Your majesty in every living thing - And may we see in lacy leaves and every budding flower The Hand that rules the universe with gentleness and power - And may this Easter grandeur that Spring lavishly imparts Awaken faded flowers of faith lying dormant in our hearts, And give us ears to hear, dear God, the Springtime song of birds With messages more meaningful than man's often empty words Telling harried human beings who are lost in dark despair - 'Be like us and do not worry for God has you in His care.

He Who Calls All the Stars by Name

He Who Calls All the Stars by Name

All heaven’s stars have a title,

Numbered is every hair,

Not a sparrow is forgotten,

Not a love worth compare,

He Who sends the seasonal rains,

Bids the drought come and go,

And He,  Who loveth the righteous,

Rich blessings will bestow,

Every hair of ours is numbered,

All their sum God doth know,

Do we think He will forget us,

In our trials and woe?

Valued high above the sparrows,

Gladly our needs He’ll meet,

If we would but bring them to Him--

Lay them now at His feet.

He Who calls all the stars by name,

Holds my life in His hands,

He Who calms the raging waters,

The universe commands,

What harm is there that can be so great,

That He cannot prevail?

What reason is there to doubt Him,

Who for us will avail?

If we could see Him as He is,

We would trust as we ought,

But for now our faith must suffice,

Lest in doubt we be caught,

For a God so great and glorious,

I’d sing eternally,

Oh, how blessed I am to praise Him!

How great His love to me!

Heather Rausch.