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Whatever is Pure - September 2004
Resting or Resisting?
I awoke today, these words dancing in my head.
Now I could forget them, or write them down instead…
But am I resting in the gift of words GOD gave,
Or am I in my slight refusing to behave?
There are many things HE lovingly brings my way.
Allowing me the choice~accept or disobey.
But oh, what peace and joy I am sadly missing
If I cast aside HIS gift~HIS pathway resisting.
I can resist HIS plan~screaming, dragging my heels,
Or I can sweetly yield and know how resting feels~
The peaceful rest with my FATHER in full control.
Serene no matter how the stormy sea may roll.
I can rant and rave at life's many turns and twists,
But I'll have no joy as long as my heart resists.
Or I may trust HIS wisdom in knowing what's best,
To make me more CHRIST-like, triumphant o'er life's test.
I can shake my fist in the very face of GOD
Demanding to know why I'm on this road I plod,
But oh, what peace and joy I am glumly missing,
If I stubbornly persist~HIS will resisting.
True, I can denounce life with bitterness of soul,
I can grasp and be fighting to maintain control
Or accept the plan lovingly marked out for me~
And know true rest in HIM for all eternity!
Peace and joy, resting in every situation,
Seems to me, comforting~pleasant consolation.
Accepting from HIM whate'er HE, in love, sees fit,
Is much more pleasing to HIM than resisting it!
Knowing this way is best, why do I oft' forget?
Trials come surely and there's one coming, I'll bet!
Oh GOD, may I remember lessons of the past…
May I respond to this test better than the last?
Help me to accept with patience YOUR work in me.
I know I have so much more to learn, YOU see…
YOU know my heart…we both know I'm not perfect yet!
YOUR will is peace and joy! Please let me not forget!
© Linda C. Smith
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"Please
Don't Pet the Cactus"
Rocks, Stones, Pebbles, Sand
There may be some big rocks in life,
designed to make me think~
Of the SOLID ROCK of support
lest I begin to sink.
There might be some stones ~ sharp
and cutting deep, along the way~
To remind me of the ONE who
was pierced that awful day.
Perhaps, I must endure a pebble's
irritating sore.
Those rocks, stones, and pebbles may
drive me to my knees the more.
Then I should be content to let
GOD have HIS way with me,
A shining trophy of HIS grace
for all eternity.
For when the sands of time
have marked my life here completed,
I trusted GOD and have seen
The enemy defeated!
© Linda C. Smith
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"Please
Don't Pet the Cactus"
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