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There sits a mom - without her baby,
hands clasp and trembling in her lap alone;
She still ponders how it could have happened,
and now can't hold the girl she could have known,
There sits a dad crying deep inside,
the girl who 'could have been' is but a blur.
Torments endless curses keep him hanging,
on absent memories that just never were.
There's a child who never saw her parents -
was not allowed a single hug to give;
Nor allowed to say, "I love you mommy."
She had no rights - not even just to live....
Forever lost - a life of innocence -
receiving, not one speck of human love!
Yes, pain and sorrow is all around us,
but God’s in control. He waits there up above.
We fall short and fail - believe it's over.
Sadness ruptures the heart of every size.
Heartache spawns yet more excessive sorrow,
all caused by deaths dark cold, black, evil lies.
Understand one thing - that we aren't perfect.
Nowhere can we turn our vain and evil face!
There's no hope to quell one sin within us,
except by faith in Him who showers grace.
Our possessions will rot and turn to dust,
but forgiveness comes - from the God of peace!
Persevere through faith - your full trust in Him.
His love is full and it will never cease.
There's a child who never saw her mother,
but forever, we must remember this;
That God, in love, reached down and took her -
and gave her, in His arms, a loving kiss.
I know I'm but a candle,
pulled from a little box,
and set among the vexing thorns
in this big world of rocks.
Then being weary, I sat down
in shading of a tree -
and there in shadow of my sin,
I sat in misery.
I thought I had the answers too,
but did not have the spark.
I sat alone in torment then -
cold, ignorant, dark.
I was an unlit candle
and not worth anything
until one day I saw the light -
from under thorns, a King!
I sat among the shadows, black -
but flicker in His Word
had stunned me when it whispered -
and still, small voice I heard.
That Light had died for just three days,
but showered me with grace,
and love was lit throughout the world,
to all the human race.
When I stepped out and saw the light
from under that old tree,
right then was lit with flames of hope -
which made me wholly free!
Oh yes, a strange thing happened -
and happened long ago.
My ears could hear, my eyes could see,
His warmth in all its glow.
My heart was lit and came to life -
though just a humble light -
but with the flames from all of us,
He shines so very bright.
I light the places where I go.
It is my job you see,
to be a Christian candle.
There's nothing else to be.
John 8:12
Then Jesus again spoke to them, saying, “ I am the Light of the world;
he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life."
John 12:46
" I have come as Light into the world, so that everyone who believes in Me will not remain in darkness.”
Luke 15: (NASB) 4 "What man among you, if he has a hundred sheep and has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open pasture and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? 5"When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. 6"And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!' 7"I tell you that in the same way, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.
We thirst for it. We grab for it - contentment's out of reach. We think of it. We dream of it - that perfect sweetest peach. Some beg for it. Some steal for it. Sin grows a longer vine. Some fight for it. Some die for it and tangled they entwine.
Growing anger, hate and madness continues on to seed; And then with pride so many die, in wars through hate and greed. I, too, once packed, and walked away. I took my tiny tent; As a lady, so deep depressed, I just was not content.
I saw this girl. She hugged a glove. She wore it on one hand; She seemed to be enjoying it. I couldn't comprehend. From where I stood, She looked a mess, with mud caked on her face; She smiled big from ear to ear. How'd I come by this place?
I raised my nose and pursed my lips, ignored her every call. But then she ran - caught up to me, and stopped along a wall. To be polite, I said to her, "Your glove had caught my eye." She tugged at me, then said with glee, "Please tell my dolly 'hi'."
And then my thoughts turned negative, as she grinned ear to ear; She's so happy. I'm so depressed. Does this girl not know fear? So then I said, "If that was mine, I wouldn't be so proud. I'd hide it good - or throw it out - not show it to a crowd."
"Why, she's my friend, my 'pretend' doll. I like to keep her near. And if you want, I'll share with you, go on and hold her - here." She held it out in trusting love. I knew not what to say;
Then I found out she had her trials, and seen her parents death; She lived alone without a home, and that had seized my breath. She clung to me - gave me a hug, it had to be pure love; Was all she had, and then again, held out that special glove.
Then my focus fell off of me, I’d surely lost my case; In tailored clothes with makeup on, I lost my perfect face. I have so much - her so little, she hugged me as I tried; To hold the flood of many tears, but I broke down and cried.
I spent the day with my new friend, contented as a pearl; And as we walked, She gave her 'doll' to yet another girl. There is nothing, more special than, to be a real glove; Once I had less than this small child - of pure, unselfish love.
Greed and envy, hate and anger, will see no Nation through; It's who you are and what you do - results are up to you. You have to be that unique doll, that special one to love; A tailored suit cannot replace, or be contentment's glove.
Have you ever lost a key and couldn't find it anywhere? Or ever had that special one and held it in your care?
Some are bright and shiny working fancy doors in town. But it doesn't matter how they look as long as they are found.
Some keys will open just one door but some can open many. Others open big, old doors, but some won't work on any.
Some we use most every day. Some stay on the wall. Every key will have its task - but only one can open all.
Who holds the key to earth and space and hangs it all in perfect place? Who sends it off in balanced pace and began the human race?
Who controls the wind and sea, the largest beast, the smallest flea? Who grants to us our humble plea - through answered prayer - who could it be?
What's in your heart, you will hold dear - whether cars or sports or rancid beer; Some special times might bring a tear, but if God's there He'll hold you near.
So if your heart is way too small - with no room for even two; Then it's time for thorough cleaning because your heart is full of you.
Evil lurks in all dark shadows – behind doors falling apart. There are so many keys in life – but only One can heal your heart.
It doesn't matter who, what - when, why, or how. The Master's Key will fit and fix the mess you're in right now.
