God’s Fuzzy Little Helper . . .

July 27, 2019

Could it truly be an accident

that God spelled backward

becomes dog?

Though animals are frequent in the Bible,

I do not recall my Scrappy . . . or your Sadie.

But,

though God’s love is not questioned,

the sweet faced,

soft eared,

warm tongued critter

and her unquestionable love and kisses

have nursed many a heartbrake.

Thank you Lord!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

 

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THINK ABOUT IT

April 13, 2019

Read …Recite …Relationship

Pray,

It should mean something.

It does, doesn’t it?

When we’re finished, we sing and leave!

But . . .

I don’t need to read the book,

I can easily recite.

That counts, right?

Even if I forget the words?

Does it mean something?

How will He know what I said

if I don’t . . .

I’d rather have

A relationship with Him

using my own words

from my heart.

It matters to me

and to Him.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

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and The Sound Of Your Voice!

April 1, 2019

I HUNGER FOR YOUR MUSIC

I awakened early,

and all seemed still asleep.

A cup of tea,

a wicker chair,

a sunporch just for me. . .

but I was not alone,

you, too, were there.

I hungered for your music,

heard when we’re alone.

You never disappoint!

I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze

the creaking of the porch door,

the singing of a bird high in the tree.

Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops

of moving water in the rivulet nearby

and they mirrored myown

tears of thankfulness and joy.

Soon the day would grow busy

and the gentle sounds of your gifts,

your voice,

would be lost in the confusion

and distress.

But in the din I will close my eyes

for just a moment

so that once more

I can hear your music.

It is well.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2018

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My Empty Hands

March 11, 2019

hand

Lord,

Everything I have seems to be slipping

Through my fingers.

Tangible is so temporary

And things I’ve always valued

Are quickly gone

From my grasp.

I moan,

I weep,

I sing.

For while my hands are empty,

My heart is full.

Your love . . .

My trust in you . . .

Intangible  . . .  real . . . true.

I have nothing

Yet I possess everything.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013


HERE COMES THE SUN!

February 19, 2019

As I rolled over

preparing for the new day,

and also avoiding it . ..

I got up anyway.

Deep breaths . . .

surrender . . .

but I MUST . ..

What if . . .

I stepped out on the back porch.

The birds sang so beautifully

without any consideration

for the grey sky

or cold February wind.

Suddenly,

I took no notice either!

The Master artist,

looking at all my broken pieces,

DID’T see the mess

reflected in my mirror!

He saw His own likeness

and all at once I did as well,

and I shall follow Him always!

By Martha L Shaw ©2019

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HE IS NEVER FAR . . .

November 9, 2018

When love seems the farthest 

from my heart,

and my grasp,

that is when,

in truth

I am the most closely

wrapped in His arms!

By Martha L Shaw ©2018

 

 


WHAT DOES YOUR HEART SEE?

August 11, 2018

Whether you stand in the shade,

Or in the sun,

Is not the tree still beautiful?

By Martha L Shaw – ©2014

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