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Times Of Waiting 

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Like Jacob of old, I clung with soul-effort,
“I will not let you go, until you bless me.”
Then the One who called forth the stars called my name. 
You, born again child of God;
I called you from the valley and gave you increasing faith. 
I led you to the mountaintop where I tested you 
more than you could know. 
I opened the eyes of your heart to see what I’ve
seen all along. 
I watched for the bud of patience to bloom in your heart,
and praise to move upon your lips. 
I waited for you to enter soul rest, where struggles
cease and joy returns. 
I sent my word, so you would understand;
Times of waiting
are in the Father’s hands. 

Blessed is the one who listens to me, watching daily at my gates.
waiting at my doorposts. Proverbs 8:34

Joy in the Morning

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Dear Friend,
This poem came to me years ago, while I was at the seashore for a personal retreat in Ocean City, New Jersey. I awoke early one morning, got dressed and walked the short distance to the boardwalk, arriving just as the sun was rising over the ocean. Moments later I sat down on a large rock near water’s edge; my eyes feasting on the never-ending waves crashing against the rocks along the shoreline.

The scene before my awestruck eyes was like a picture of God’s never-ending love, crashing through the walls of my barren heart. It wasn’t long before the words of this poem filled the pages of my journal, echoing the new found joy I had long awaited!

Joy in the morning,
How I welcome You,
Jesus, Sweet Rose of Sharon,
Joy of my life.

Joy at noontime,
Your presence always welcomed,
Giving strength from above.
Jesus, You are my Joy! 

Joy in the evening,
Your sweet presence lingers still,
While  I wait in silence,
You whisper, “Peace be still.”

Joy in the night,
Sweet communion with my Lord.
Darkness and light are alike to you.
Jesus, Joy of my nights! 

Joy of my Beloved, Your love is endless, filling the earth as the waters cover the sea. 
It just keeps coming, coming towards me.  This Joy, filling, and  infusing new life,
boundless and free. 

Weeping may endure for the night, 
but Joy comes in the morning. 
Psalm 30:5 




A Stronghold in Trouble

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If clouds are the dust of your feet,
help me lift my arms in praise,
while the grace of tears pour out,
cleansing the dust around my heart.

If clouds are the dust of your feet,
help me climb the mountain with you…
hidden from the eyes of man,
 yet seen through the eyes of my Father.

When clouds are the dust of your feet,
help us  remember,
no whirlwind or storm can ever
separate us from your love.

The Lord has His way in the whirlwind and the storm,
and clouds are the dust of His feet.
(Nahum 1: 3b)

The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble,
and He knows those
who take refuge in Him. (Nahum 1:7)