Oct 14, 2004
Rainbow
There is a change in the air
An earthy smell so very rare
Breeze blows cooler on my face
Tall grass rustles with such grace
I know what’s coming before I hear
The distant thunder growing near
Rumbling gently from the clouds
Its warning call it deeply hounds
Small pricks upon my skin
Tell me the drops have come again
Rain is falling slowly here
Dotting dry ground with a tear
Soon it’s pouring down I see
Parched soil soaking up with glee
The raindrops dropping all around
Giving new life to the ground
Wilted flowers raise their heads
Grasses all moist in their beds
The rain has brought with its fall
A fresher breath to us all
And as I peer into the sky
Clouds are now looking to be dry
There are colors bright and grand
Across the sky in sparkling band
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When I think my life is parched
Struggles before me solemnly marched
And then when I feel wilted and dry
Wanting to just simply give up and cry
Out of the stillness comes the breeze
Refreshing my heart with simplest ease
Quenching the thirst with drops of love
Rest comes from my Savior above
As my troubles disappear
I realize that He is very near
And never again will I fear a drought
For His rain will come to let me out
And as I peer into the sky
My hopes in Him are very high
Up across the heavens I see
A rainbow, a promise to me
- by Autumn Pryor (age 17)
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Jul 01, 2002
Jesus
J ust take my hand, I ask you Lord.
E ach minute of the day,
S o I can touch another life,
U se me as your clay.
S end me where You want me to be,
C hoose both my path and place.
H elp me to grow more every day,
R each my best through grace.
I give my life to you dear Lord,
S o tell me what to do,
T o reach the folks that know You not,
M en and women too.
Y ou paid the price, for each of us,
S o Hell we would not go.
A ccept it as the Bible says,
V erily I know.
I f you know not, the greatest gift,
O f Jesus and His love,
U se this moment now to ask,
R eap Heaven above.
- by Gary A. Bojo Sr.
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Was It You Who Prayed?
Did you think of me this morning
As you breathed a word of prayer?
Did you ask for strength to help me
All my heavy burden bear?
Did you speak of faith and courage
For the trials I must meet?
Did you ask that God might keep me
As you bowed at Jesus' feet?
Someone prayed and faith grew stronger
As I bent beneath my load.
Someone prayed--the way grew brighter
And I walked all unafraid,
In my heart a song of gladness--
Tell me: Was it YOU who prayed?
- Author Unknown
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Jun 29, 2002
God Will Do The Rest
I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way
His love is always with you
His promises are true
And when we give Him all our cares
You know He will see us through
So when the road you're traveling on
Seems difficult at best
Just remember I'm here praying
And GOD WILL DO THE REST.
- Author unknown
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