| The Answer The answer is simple, if we but incline To hear what the Lord Has declared by His Word divine! The answer does not lie In any man-inspired thing, Words or thinking... Or any wisdom man can bring! But, the answer is clear-- Be it far or near! The answer, my friend, Is learning to say, "Yes!" To the Lord's dictate Of what, where and when. So...do as He will certainly state, And set forth with resolute faith! Don't depend on your strength... The Lord, Himself, Will surely undertake! He'll give you the answer; And before long you'll see, That the answer He gives Is the best for Eternity! ************************** Dawning Just as the dawn peeks o'er the hill, the skies turning from dark into day, Father, I feel Your love dawn in my weary heart the same way. "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." And, somehow, your Words have become that dawning-- my heart turning to You as a flower to the sun, your Spirit beginning to do only what You're able to... My heart has had its share of pain like any on this earth; But where others may not turn to You, I seek Your Presence to give birth to renewed hope in my heart; And, yes, as soon as I turn to You that's exactly what You begin to do! You turn my sorrow into joy-- my night unto day; You turn my fear into faith... You anchor me in Your Way by Your Son's light dawning in my heart Today! *********************** Poems written by Cathy J. Montgomery Home Poem Index Back Next |
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| Trumpet Call "Come. Follow me." came the trumpet call. "Where?" asked Will, fearing to give its all. "Come. Follow me." was the soft reply. "How far?" Self asked, hating to die. "Come. Follow me." Now almost too faint to hear. "What's to do?" whined Comfort, thinking the cost too dear. Silence responded, making no demands. But, a burdened Heart noticed nail-scarred hands stretched out in a gentle, loving plea, "All who are weary, come to me." Heart cried in agony, broke apart to make room; Will, Self, and Comfort saw their eventual doom. "Come! Follow me!" Once more rang the resounding phrase. "Oh, yes!!" Heart beat with joy and sang its Savior's praise. ******************************* Victory Garden I've got a garden and in it there grow some of the loveliest blossoms-- fragrant, jeweled colors which show how strong their roots have grabbed onto the mighty earth below. Only thing is, after all, you know, the flowers haven't really grown... they're seeds sown in a straight row and some fledging tendrils shoot down, bursting through the flow of dirt molecules--a miracle indeed! Tender filigrees from each seed, reaching downward, yet somehow reaching upward, straining to be freed fromt the confines of muddy beginnings! A paradox! Growing up will lead from growing down, planted deeply. Roots secured in places secretly unseen by any human eye; and, as each blossom is yet to be, the only way to understand their forms is to be able to envision--to see-- them as promises God bestows. Faith to believe in Him grows just as these infant plants unfurl into fragrant maturity, and who knows the exact moment they do so? God's eternal Word sows the seeds of spirit-life into a heart; And, just like the hidden part of each little plant, the spirit that's sown has a life that will start to shoot tendrils of tender growth; growing, straining to burst apart to the surface--so wondrously free! This is the garden He means us to be! Each one of us created in His image, pruned and tended to faithfully so that each one of His children bloom into crowning maturity-- so beautifully formed by His hand. Alive and breathing by one command-- "to bear much fruit" and multiply, showing His glory in a darkened land! We're His cherished garden grown to be the evidence of His supreme Victory! |