Little Lamb Like a lamb, Blinded and lame, I wander, limping and hurt... Bleating my fear and pain Through the long winter's night... Frightened, stranded, alone-- So near death's freezing grip... My cries grow weaker now... Faint...and fainter still Grows each note, Until my voice stays silent And I cry out no more... I lay down and begin to die... No hope... No hope... None at all... Nothing--just pitch darkness... I close my eyes and await the end... Then...I feel a hand upon my brow, A warmth upon my cheek... I feel arms surround me and hug me near... And, then, I hear a soft whisper in my ear... "Dear little lamb, I AM here." I cuddle close to hear His heartbeat, Comforted by its steady sound... I rest in His arms-- For in His embrace, His healing I have found.

Motives The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked; who can know it?  Jeremiah 17:9 The motives behind the word, the action, and the thought are often disguised to me, until I'm uncertain  of their integrity; Even then, I cannot perceive which is truth--or--which will deceive? Oh, fleshly attitude! Marring every beatitude! Only wanting, after all,  what's "in it" for me! And who's to say, finally, what appeared so good was done only selfishly? So...who can pierce a heart and go beyond every word or deed? In this matter, it's only the Lord who can intercede! For His Word shoots through the intents of the heart and separates them from the marrow of selfish thought. And, if we are honest with ourselves,  we know, truly, the only good that thus remains is the good that He has wrought! **************************

War Between the States Oh contradiction of heart that longs to be    sure and strong in spirituality..      yet, turn around and begin to show        ugliness is still around, you know! Ugly thinking, purtifying flesh-- making life a horrifying test between the natural and spirit! Oh, Father, I long to get through it, to go on and quit this earth and be with You in eternal birth! Heaven finally where I'll dwell, for life here can be a sort of hell! War between the states-- battle of loves and hates; Warfare of unseen prinicipalities making You and Your Word my priorities! For the only way to see clear is being filled with You here in my heart and my life, for the unceasing strife I feel must decrease as Your Spirit must increase! But as long as I am in this flesh life will always be a test, for only by dying to self on the cross can I count all things to be a loss compared to knowing and loving the King-- making Him Lord over everything! *********************************

Struggling Here we are... Your children... struggling so hard... and yet still remain (it appears to us) still so much the same! Oh Father, have mercy on us, defeated we have been, blown about with every wind... We cry out in agony, crying out for victory, desiring Your life to be the lives we live today, living by faith's way. Somehow, we must persist-- we must always resist the lies Satan will bring, telling us we can't live for our King! But, that's not true for the Lord will do His work until completed! He is never defeated! Make note of this, too, He performs His pleasure To work in us, His treasure! He is perfectly satisfied with us--the children He's tried in flaming tests of fire! We're the handiwork of His desire!!

*************************************************************** Poems written by Cathy J. Montgomery Home                         Poem Index                           Back                                            Next