Landscape

By Roy Lessin,
Co-founder DaySpring Cards

Your life's like a landscape and God has the brush.
The work is in progress, He's not in a rush.
Each stroke has a purpose, nothing's by chance.
To see all His wisdom takes more than a glance.
Notice the sunbeams that shine on the dew --
Even the clouds can't keep them from view.
Look at the pathway that turns at the hill --
Its course will reveal what's next in His will.
The stream that's flowing with water so blue
Is bringing down blessings meant just for you.
The trees that are planted close to the stream
Will bring forth more fruit than you've ever seen.
The bird in the nest with mouth opened wide
Is just a reminder that God will provide.
Now look at the sheep in the meadow that's near
And notice the Shepherd that keeps them from fear.
He's brought them to pastures which give forth the best,
That cool and refresh, and keep them in rest.
The eagle above, that soars o'er the gale
Is God's way of saying, "My strength will not fail."
That part of the painting which now seems unclear
Will take on new meaning with each passing year.
So trust God to work in His own perfect way
And rejoice in the beauty He's painting today.

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Lighthouse Pictures

Tea is on so come on o'er,

Have a seat and I will pour,

Just so glad to have you here,

Fellowship so sweet and dear!

God's Faithful Promises

"I will be with thee: I will not fail
thee, nor forsake thee." Joshua 1:3

God be with you: He is strong,
He will lead you safe along;
He will always meet your need,
Give you on Himself to feed.

God be with you: He is wise,
Knoweth all beneath the skies:
Knows your need from day to day,
Therefore, Christian, watch and pray.

God be with you: He is light,
In His presence all is bright;
In His light we journey on,
Filled with Joy and Hope and Song.

God is Love: How well you know,
What the cost to save from woe;
What the love that freely gave
His own Son your Soul to save.

God is with you all the way,
Until night shall pass away;
Then to see His Blessed face,
Saved forever, by His grace.
James Clark

My Dad
Born Dec. 13, 1927 - April 5, 2007
We all will miss him very much.
Dad, Gramps, Great-Grampa.

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving,
Between my God and I.
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas,
And explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful weaver's hand,
As threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those,
Who leave the choice with Him.

My dad and our birdie, both no longer with us. What happy memories we have!