[I saw a white-haired lady at church …]
Sun-wrinkled wisdom,
Silver-haired sense.
Long years of suffering,
Lost innocence.
Growth in compassion,
Mercy matured.
Their passion for praying
Has borne much great fruit.
Closer their souls
To God up above.
May all of us hope
To thus grow in love.
To be human
Is to love – and lose.
Then my response
I need to choose.
To be human
Is to hurt – and cry.
Perhaps anger will
My hurt belie.
And then my anger
Might energy give
To right the wrong,
To help me live.
To be human
Is to have deep needs.
I might deny them,
But they’re the seeds …
To bring salvation
If I’ll confess
How needy I am –
That my heart is a mess.
But if my love
Is real and true
Will it be spurned?
I don’t have a clue.
And if my “love”
Has selfish roots,
I’m back to square one –
Truer love to pursue.
But I’m always learning,
Ever learning.
And for God’s truth —
Forever yearning.
I beheld Your beauty
In the morning dawn,
In dewdrops that were glistening,
In does and little fawns.
I beheld Your beauty
In sunbursts from the clouds,
In rainbows and in lightning,
In rushing rivers loud.
I beheld Your beauty
In little children’s smiles,
In wrinkled faces, in fond embraces;
By love I was beguiled.
I beheld Your beauty
In ugliness disguised,
Beneath the skin, and deep within,
Your beauty there would hide.
I beheld Your beauty,
And cannot comprehend
Your love so great, to contemplate —
Your love will never end.
What is the beauty within you?
That God-made, deep inside,
Don’t-need-to-hide beauty?
What are your dreams and schemes,
The bright sunbeams,
The things that keep you going?
Has life beat you up?
Do you want to give up?
Can you try to look up?
Feel ugly inside?
Are you trying to hide?
Will you give God a chance?
Will you let Him romance
Your soul?
He wants to enfold you,
He’s not trying to scold you,
He’s waiting right now for you.
Just open the door,
Come in from the cold,
So your heart can behold
The One who adores you,
His heart broken for you,
He died on the cross for you.
I looked around
For many years.
I laughed a lot,
Cried many tears.
The loneliness
I could not fathom.
My heart so cold,
An endless chasm.
God’s beauty came
To rescue me.
I cried for joy;
He set me free.
An aching heart,
It comes and goes.
Love’s happiness
Brings many woes.
My love, it hurts,
Brings many tears.
Yet perfect love
Casts out all fear.
Squirrels dancing in the trees,
Sunlight tickling my knees —
Spring is coming.
Lord, when the feelings end,
And things are still the same,
It takes some faith
For feelings great,
To love without pretense.
When things seem all awry,
When it’s so hard to try,
Must just express
Some bitterness,
And then let bitterness die.
Who did I think you were
That you should meet all needs?
You’re just a person
Whom I conversed with —
Not God, to Whom I plead.
[Just feelings; I might not really say goodbye to this person; it’s only what I feel like doing. And it could just be a misunderstanding.]
Goodbye, goodbye,
We’ve had a lovely time.
We laughed and cried
And talked a while,
And then you broke my heart.
Goodbye, my friend;
All good things have to end.
But so do bad,
Not always sad;
Somehow I’ll start again.
Goodbye, goodbye,
You couldn’t be the one
To make me whole,
To save my soul;
And I could not go on.
Goodbye; it’s true —
Had lots of fun with you.
Just don’t know why
I have to cry —
Life’s bittersweet, it’s true.
Goodbye, goodbye,
Someday we’ll meet again
At heaven’s doors,
On distant shores,
Where hurts do ever mend.
clarakatalin 
“For everyone has sinned …”
Once I was watching a documentary about the Nuremberg Trials (in which prominent Nazis were on trial for World War II war crimes). A Jewish man who was present related how he suddenly fainted during the testimony of one of the accused. When asked why he fainted, he said, “Suddenly I realized that I, too, was capable of the same horrible actions.”
We ALL need forgiveness. We cannot do any good without God’s help.
“For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard.” (Romans 3:23)
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