Starry Eyed


©Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

Psalm 139:17-18
“How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them.  If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand…”

A team of astronomers has estimated that our universe contains about 70 sextillion (1 followed by 21 zeros) stars that can be seen through telescopes, with sextillions more too far away to be counted.[*] What is more amazing is that there are more stars in the heavens than all the grains of sand on our world’s deserts and beaches!

David could not have counted the grains of sand nor the stars in the heavens, yet he tells us that our God thinks of us more times than that. By all means then we have a 24-7 life-time guaranteed Caretaker. Unthinkable! How awesome!

Our God is great and greatly to be praised. His might and majesty are unsearchable. How wondrous and awesome is our Creator, full of goodness and righteousness.

“Be gracious unto us, our merciful God and Father. Blessed be Thy name forever. Amen.”

*[The calculation was made by a team led by astronomer Dr. Simon Driver of the Australian National University in Canberra and announced this week at the 25th General Assembly of the International Astronomical Union in Sydney.]

Sands of War

desertwar

© 1991 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved.

(This poem is dedicated to my son, who fought in the Persian Gulf War, 1991)

.

It’s time to go to war, my son.

Do you hear that distant drum?

Ill winds are kicking up the sand

Down there in Kuwaiti land.

.

Load those missiles; pack your gear;

The battle time draws near.

DESERT SHIELD screams on high:

“Saddam! Saddam! Goodbye!!!”

.

Upon the sand, the line is drawn.

Don’t quiver; prove your brawn!

The “birds” are flying high and low

To soften up the blow.

.

The dunes . . .the dunes are beckoning;

’Tis the day of reckoning!

Amid the smoke and wind-blown sand

Lies victory from God’s hand.

.

DESERT STORM is quick and fierce,

As Saddam’s might is pierced.

The Lord your God is with you, Son;

Fight on till all is done.

.

Far and wide across the dunes

The bloodied foe lies strewn.

White flags are waving over Iraq.

It’s time to head on back . . .

. . . . back home to loved ones seeking you,

.

Dressed in red, white and blue;

Bright yellow ribbons tied everywhere

To show you that we care.

Oh . . .the hearts overflow with tears,

.

Shedding all those pent-up fears;

Eyes meet. . . nervous feet run. . .

It’s hugs and kisses for everyone!

Give thanks for God’s loving care;

.

Our burdens He helped us bear.

Each day His tender mercies renew.

He whispers, “Son, I love you!”