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The following poems were written by my friend, Veronica Lee Brandon, whose picture you see above. She is a talented member of God's family and for that we give glory to God for the gifts, the talents, and the blessings He gives abundantly to His children.
I'm sending your way, Hoping yours may be A blessed and glorious day... Knowing that because Of kind folk like you around, A better world for its inhabitants Has been established and found... For you are of such giving And loving type and sort and kind, That jewels like you now-a-days Are indeed a rare and difficult find... May these roses especially Bring forth and truly say, What mere words are Inadequate to convey... That you are likened unto The finest friends I know, And I pray God's blessings Upon you He'll bestow... Be it in the form of roses Adorned in their pink shade, Or be it another blessing God For you has specifically made... May all your blessing flow Straight from the throne of grace, As daily the trials of life And its perplexities you face... May you find courage To look life straight in the eye, But not before the feet of The lovely Jesus you plead and cry... And though these Roses of Friendship Are meant to make your burdens more light, It's God alone that can make the Life's dim spots perfectly bright!
That'll brighten any weary heart, One can't help but like her From the very start... By her youthful appearance You'd never guess today she's 51, Maybe part of the reason is She stays out of the Florida sun... Seaweed, organic veggies, and chapati are Her very favorite foods to eat, And her latest discovery of Oat Bran O's Makes her diet crunchy & complete... Among her favorite books to read Desire of Ages rates right up there on the top, And she drives precisely the exact speed limit Which makes her a friend to every cop... Sharing, giving, and caring for others Are among her several expertise, Devoting her varied skills & talents She's always more than willing to please... When she sings it will make you Want to sit and listen real close, For afterward, you're sure to insist You'd heard an angelical host... Also, her piano playing is definitely A blessing to the ears on which the tunes befall, And without a doubt her husband John will tell you "Oh -that Lydia - she's a doll"! And anyone that knows Lydia at all Would be quick to agree with John's sentiment, Yes, their belief would be true That Lydia surely must be heaven sent! --Written for Birthday in 1993
For a moment's breath, Know without Jesus There is nothing left... For each one called He has sought, And With His blood Had them bought... So it is, the 'Just' Which is what we need to be, Lives alone & stands By perfect faith you see... When tempted to let The mind wander afar away, Make a decided effort To bring it back and stay... Your thoughts upon The lovely Jesus who died, And cast away all self Mixed with worthless human pride... Know that He that began in you A good work is what? Faithful to finish it too; Don't set His promises to naught! The devil has to flee And heed the Restorer's command, For the end is close at hand When Jesus' floor He'll purge and fan... Have courage and look up my brother Never back to a clouded view, For past the starry skies heavenward The King in glory hasn't forgotten you!
In Lawtey land of America grand, God has yet for our dear Lydia In His time, a wonderful plan... Though her computer is bordering On the blink of no return, God has yet many an opportunity for Our sweet Lydia to seek and yearn... Though her son is off to college And not around the house much nowadays, God has yet many answers to Michael's future In much higher than Lydia's thoughts or ways... Though her husband isn't the chief Bottle washer and cook and laundromat goer anymore God has yet for Lydia many an unrevealed Message sent with each and every excruciating chore... Though her yard is full of animals That seem to have multiplied with time, God has yet many a thing to say to Lydia In the form of this friend and a rhyme... Though she's getting a little older and We know that wiser comes along with the bill, We're glad that God's love inside Lydia On this her birthday, He remains gracious to fill!
L...stands for "LIVING" for Jesus
I think the best time to commune with our Heavenly Father is in the early hours of the morning. Those who sleep in in the mornings sure miss the joy and wonder and awesomeness of Nature at its best. The next poem, The Best Moments, describes Nature and its early morning beauty. Across a high wire line. Between narrow lined trees Streams dawning rays of sunshine... With discerning eyes and ears Nature's bounties are seen On the horizon of a morning Precious beauties to glean... Beginnings of the day Are the grandest in fact, For on the searching soul They leave their track... Gathering lasting memories Upon the seeking mind, Dispelling drops like moist dew Clinging to the awesome pine... When the morning silently A dark sleepy night breaks, Tomorrow be sure to do A set of double takes... For grand moments are fast Fleeting and sinking into the present day, Oft'times I wonder why God Made them that way? Perhaps so that we'd take heed To pay attention to the time at hand, And cherish His wisdom in creation While the best moments around us land!
Another poem, equally beautiful, describes Nature's wonder as beheld on the Sabbath Day.
An old wooden planked bridge Stretches majestically across the bend, Of a dusty winding country road While underneath a creek bed's messages send... Out their early springtime greetings Whispering softness of cool rippled streams, As a nearby plush sunny grassy spot by a tree Affords an irresistible site for viewing nature's scenes... What a day to have and hold in vision! A day to fully expound the joys of living, To sigh in awe over the Creator's design Wrought from those lovely hands so giving... My wish, my prayer, my song, I long For all days to be like this you see, And I know in my heart 'tis true one day All will definitely most surely be... Where comprehension has no bounds To tie it to this earthly clay and sod, Where at least we'll be wrapped forever In the arms of a forgiving gracious God... Beyond my every wish and prayer Lies a promise of sustaining power, And mysteries that above us all Seem to be like mountains tower... Yes, He who regulates the balmy country air And the same who made the little bird's carol so gay, Invites you to be eternally and entirely His On this the holy Sabbath day!
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