Thunderous applause
reaches me from above.
Some call it a storm
but I call it joy
Hidden wonders yet to come!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
Thunderous applause
reaches me from above.
Some call it a storm
but I call it joy
Hidden wonders yet to come!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
Strolling alone
on a shady and unpaved road
is VERY hard on these weak legs,
still,
I always liked to walk with Him.
Wish He was here now.
Just Him here would bring rest
to my weary heart.
Wish I could do all I used to do . . .
but my soul is young though my body not so much.
Maybe HE could still . . .
I stood a moment,
gathered my thoughts,
and felt His hand squeeze mine!
In my distraction,
I didn’t notice He was there all along waiting and loving me!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
So easy to set aside worries in daylight, but those pests do torment at night. I’ve taken to prayer in their midst, but when they shout too loud I seek Christian broadcasting, and rest in it, and the Lord has led me each night this week to the perfect verse to touch my heart and soul and assure me “I AM” Here’s last night’s – a favorite!
11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare[a] and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jer 29:11
I live in hope of the Light,
Therefore, it is mine.
The illusion of darkness
Is no more!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2014
Thunderous applause
reaches me from above.
Some call it a storm
but I call it joy
Hidden wonders yet to come!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
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Thunderous applause
Rose – more pretty and more sweet
Following the storm
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
With my heart pounding
I face the dark passageway
And must make a choice . . .
Shall I retreat filled with dread
Or seek opportunity?
I shall
follow you
one step at a time.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
It is cold in my sanctuary this morning
But so vast a choir sings so sweetly
That my heart is warmed
And my spirit renewed.
By Martha L Shaw ©2014
My home is the sun shining down on me
And filling my soul
With light.
My home is a song,
An echo from heaven
Which gives my spirit wings.
My home has neither roof nor walls.
It is your hand holding me close.
I sing.
I smile.
I soar.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2014