Ready or not, Here Comes Spring!

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

Bluish blah-like backgrounds

Droopy dented daisies

Scroungy sodden shrubs

Limp lavender larkspur

Dripping dapple dahlias

Pallid purple pansies

Orange ombre oak leaves

Brownish bearded barley

Pummeled pinkish posies

Yawning yellow yarrow

Ragged ravaged roses

Languished lanky lilies

Rabbits running reckless

Robins ripping red worms

Tawny tiptoed tree toads

Spastic squirrels squiggling

Crayfish chucking chimneys

People paddling puddles

Rainbows reflecting rays

God’s globules of glory

Shining soulful showers.

The Glowing

wetrose

copyright Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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Thank you for the memories,

The joys and wonders of life,

The blessing of divine glories…

What peace abundantly rife!

~

You birthed me as a baby girl,

Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;

Tenderly kissed my golden curls

As I snuggled in her charms.

 ~

Thanks for all my family and friends,

Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.

Sunshine and rain brought amends

As You sought to establish Your seeds.

~

Oh God, my sins no longer sting

They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.

He entered into my life to bring

A life so much more prestigious.

 ~

Your truth appeased my doubting heart

I was healed by Your living waters.

Eternal life You did truly impart

To my lost spirit and many others.

~

I peered inside my very soul;

Faithfully, You are present there.

See that loving spirit glow…

A sweet heavenly flare!  Amen

Soul Shine

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Soul Shine

© Jeanne E Webster

Thank you for the memories,

The joys and wonders of life,

The blessing of divine glories…

What peace abundantly rife!

~

You birthed me as a baby girl,

Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;

Tenderly kissed my golden curls

As I snuggled in her charms.

~

Thanks for all my family and friends,

Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.

Sunshine and rain brought amends

As You sought to establish Your seeds.

~

Oh God, my sins no longer sting

They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.

He entered into my life to bring

A life so much more prestigious.

~

Your truth appeased my doubting heart

I was healed by Your living waters.

Eternal life You did truly impart

To my lost spirit and many others.

~

I peered inside my very soul;

Faithfully, You are present there.

See that loving spirit glow…

A sweet heavenly flare!  Amen

(jew)

Be All You Can Be

 

 ©Jeanne E Webster

Matt. 5:14-16 Ye are the light of the world.  A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid.  Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel basket but on a candlestick and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.  Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

 

Imagine a rose bud freshly appearing from its thorny stem, closed up tightly like a clenched fist, its beauty and perfume unrevealed.   Rising at dawn, the sun slowly warms the delicate petal tissues; they become pliant and supple. Fraction by tiny fraction the outer ring of petals fluff outwards, then another ring, until the bud is no longer closed and hard and firm.  The warmth has loosened up its rows of petals; they peer out at the world with stark brilliance. It has warmed to its fullest glory:  a stunning blossom.  The bud can’t present its scented splendor until it is fully opened, fully determined to display its designated purpose.  Only then can it release its fullest potential and become visible to the world. 

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Yielding to God is “like a flower at dawn, touched by the warmth of the sun, opening to the sunrays and giving to the world its beauty, its perfume—being for all to see what it was meant to be.”

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Let us be all we were meant to be—the Light of the world, glorifying our Father in heaven.  Amen.