lillipadponderings

Pure
Hidden in this mortal frame is a beating heart, I’m told.
It’s flesh…just flesh and yets it’s value exceeds the finest gold.
It’s rhythm… Ah, a drummers dream, it’s voice great hopes procure .
And now I pray, before my Lord… My beating heart is pure.
L.schreckhise 12/29/11
To the pure, all things are pure~Titus1:15

In the hollow of the mountain
is a cabin rough and plain.
Wandering toward it from the valley
is a rough and rutted lane.
In the cabin lives a hermit,
in a world he calls his own.
In the safety of the forest,
in this place he calls his home.
No one in the village
ever thinks about his needs,
As he dwells atop the mountain,
amongst the brambles and the weeds.
Yet he smiles and that quite often,
caressed so gently by the winds.
He has learned, in his aloneness
God and nature make good friends.

L.S. 12/27/11

Though bent and twisted physically, his words of power strengthened me.
Though he did not please the eye, he offered liberty.
Tall and stately, impressive height, his speech was pretty, soft and light,
Though by sight he pleased the eye, he left my spirit bound.
Though by men we show success, by God’s standard, maybe less.
We’re not be judged by friend or foe, but by the word made flesh.
If at last you think I’ve failed, in your eyes my work paled,
Then when I face my Lord The King, will you stand in for me?
Of course you can’t, you know you can’t, though often heard to rail and rant.
You cannot measure me by you, I’ll face my God alone.
By His grace I am set free, He has judged the worth of me.
In His light I am made whole, this is my song of praise.
Day by day I’ll do my part, to live for Him with all my heart.
In this truth of joy and peace, You’ll know my God reigns.

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You say it isn’t real, it’s the land of my dreams
Where a field of flowers grow near sparkling clear streams.
Sweet perfume fills the air, and the sky is so blue.
Everything is perfect there, for me and for you .
Warming sun lights the day, there’s beauty in the night.
Stars being stars, and the moon a lovely sight.
Hope brings hope where love reigns supreme .
You say it can’t be real, it’s the world of my dreams.
YET…..
When God’s spirit is alive in the heart of man,
You can enjoy living in such a perfect land,
Where peace, joy and righteousness are the songs I sing,
In the place where God dwells as my Lord and King.

Shall I brush the sky with color?
Shall I cause the winds to blow?
Shall I walk thru the shadows,
and by these My glory show?

Shall I dance amongst the flowers?
Shall I cause a bird to fly?
Shall I raise a mighty oak tree
For her seed to fall and die?

Shall I flood the earth with water,
Just to show what I can do?
Shall I shake the earth with tremors,
Just to prove that I am true?

Shall I prove my existence
By great miracles, not a few,
Or shall I hope that by your actions,
Men see God alive in you.

If I speak a word of kindness.
If I help set someone free.
If I live in God’s pure radiance,
Then His light will shine thru me.

If the nature of a Holy God is my pattern, if his truth is my guide, the world will see the light of God in me.

Freedom stood with all relief
To assuage the pain and soothe the grief
And men live no bars to hold
In liberty’s light of burnished gold

A silver sword against all doubt
Tho’ weaker men scream and shout
Their voices never set the tone
Freedom is not from hope alone

Freedom’s cost, the field of dreams
Is not as pretty as it seems
On a cross a Savior dies
On the ground a warrior lies

In my heart a purer thought
The cost they paid, not for naught
This I can say to God and man
God bless America, Freedom’s Land!

I’ve watched the teasing winds of life.
Caress the swaying leaves:
A sweet and tender melody,
Gently playing in the trees.

As time, a marching soldier,
In steady rhythm treads,
His drumbeat trilling softly:
Notes of passing moments spread.

Marking day by day our progress,
As we go along our way;
Taking measures of our footprints
What we do, what we say.

Now as one short day has ended,
Have we left a smile or pain?
Did we leave a soft wind blowing
Or a storm of wind and rain?

The deeds that we are doing
Will be faced again you know.
In the lesson of the harvest:
That you reap just what you sow.

Spread some feathers on the lawn,
And watch them fly away.
They can’t be gathered in again,
On the ground they will not stay.

The wind will catch and scatter,
They’ll wing their way on high.
Through the distant elements
Each tiny feather will fly.

Just as the foolish words you speak,
Are carried by the gust.
So then to think before we speak,
And guard our mouth we must.

Once you’ve said hurtful words,
They’re gone and can’t return.
Though we see the damage done,
It’s a lesson too late learned.

What lies ahead in darkness there?
What goals and triumphs planned with care,
Reaching and taking dreams untried,
Then turning back unsatisfied.
Wretched man whose searching n’er ends
For something better,life never sends.
Always grasping tomorrow,ever so fast
To realize tomorrow now lies in the past.
For life has dealt you what it deals to all men
Who cast their hopes on a world bruised by sin.
One half reaching forward to temporal things,
One half reaching backward to unfulfilled dreams,
Eyes dim,heart slow, a victim in a snare.
To bring God this offering somehow isn’t fair,
Yet He will accept it, mercy praises be sung.
How much greater the blessing had you done it while young.

1975

I see you on your lofty perch,

Viewing with scorn the masses below;

Mocking, while they do have faith,

No great accomplishment can they show.

While you have steadily risen

And placed your name on the board

Enjoying eagerly all the fine things

This present world can afford.

Yet, you are sad, hollow and empty,

As needy as a begger can be.

With sadness they watch you exalt yourself,

And thru it all they can see.

They see a heart empty and cold,

Devoid of love’s warming touch;

Crippling along down life’s road

Dependent on a self centered crutch.

Pity what pity you’ve climbed so high,

No one can reach you my friend

A tall ladder to a high lonely place

That tempted you to ascend.

So high the air is thinned and chilled;

The song is stilled in your heart;

Come back down the ladder to warmth and friends,

It takes only one step to start.

Once you’ve started it’s easy you’ll find,

To reduce your ego to size.

Tho will shock you to know you reigned on your throne,

Nowhere but in your own eyes.