Thursday, May 28, 2009

Thankful Thursday


Hush a by to my soul
Into His hands I commend them.

His still and perfect peace.

Beauty surrounds me in the eye of those so noble.
Grieve me a sore heart as sorrow in compassion.

An adoring Son to giggle in my embrace
Back scratch turns tickle
My soul is full.

To whom much is given much is required.
A heart readied for task prepared for the time it is called upon.
No trial is useless.

Understanding

Many a moccasin
few my own
trodden now through the dust of time
The timeless array of sand.

Return I to lace now my own

Laced secure sound and sober
readied for prayers
intercession.
It is all abut him
non now of me

joy is in even sorrow
It is in knowing when your heart may be called upon.

Joy in turmoil
torture and pain.
Joy is His presence.
Time and again.

Finding there a solace
a place of reprieve
Regardless the status, race or creed.

Of this all is Holy
for It is He fills need.
His presence there as suffering proceeds.
It takes one away into a higher plateau
With vantage distant repose.

Canyons of worry
Off precipice will fall
When cast yee your burdens when to you
He calls.

Driving the white truck to a friends the street lined with those desperate from Mexico.
Wanting day labor, with pleading eyes...
First pasted I one, I laughed aloud.
He excitedly flagged at me, seeing the older work truck approach.

Then came the to curb as I drove down the street.
Many eager eyes begging for work. Each face darted toward that coming white rig
Pick me, pick me...
Sorrow...I began to cry.
Souls kin left at home in bad lands sparse and lean.
How blessed am I an American dream.

Mine this evening a grateful heart.
Oh of course you know this is my part.
Always one of great reverent gratitude full.
called to come to aide the poor with the intercessions made able by trial I bore.

Does God heal
of course...
that the true disease.
who knows however what the ailment is for
Whether us or another
down the dusty worn road
moccasins lased with torn strapping
feather thin souls.
Perhaps like me you may share
your old worn shoe
will be like a new one
to those who have non.

5 comments:

Denise said...

You are soooooooooo loved! Thank you........ Can I post pictures?

Denise said...

I so love the gift and am so thankful for such a wonderful friend! I will take pictures and post this weekend.. Remember that you are still one of my Pay it Forward ladies and you will be receiving your box one of these days!

Love ya and have a blessed weekend.....

Denise said...

You have a beautiful way with words! Such a beautiful poem or ode you have written.........You show your heart to the world girl friend!

Denise said...

I love you dearly my friend.

Lynn said...

Hi Donetta,

Girl, what a beautiful post.... Always... I am behind visiting but so glad I stopped.

See you again tomorrow. Hugs.

Older women likewise teach the younger women...

• how to love their husbands
• how to love their children
• how to be self-controlled
• how to be pure
• how to be keepers at home
• how to be kind and submissive (not subservient) to their own husbands. (See Titus 2:3-5)

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By Maya Angelou

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean living,'
I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain...
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!

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  • A warm cup of tea is like a cuddle with a friend.
  • The North American Indians have a more eloquent word for ‘friend’ than we do in English. In their language, the word for friend literally means, “the one who carries my sorrows on his back.”
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  • The sage anticipates things that are difficult while they are easy, and does things that would become great while they are small. All difficult things in the world are sure to arise from a previous state in which they were easy, and all great things from one in which they were small. Therefore the sage, while he never does what is great, is able on that account to accomplish the greatest things."
  • "HOME IS WHERE YOUR STORY BEGINS"
  • “Live so that when your children hear these words they think of you… Fairness Caring Integrity Honesty Love Trust.”
  • "O Lord help my words to be gracious and tender today, for tomarrow I may have to eat them."
  • "No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes"

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