Bow down, bow down,
Your Savior now has come.
Look up, look up,
The angels’ song is sung.
So low, so low,
In circumstances born.
A child, a child,
A small and humble one.
He comes, He comes
To take away your sin.
Within, within,
Look in your heart for Him.
Rejoice, rejoice;
He takes away your sin.
THAT FEARFUL THING
That fearful thing did quiet lurk.
It disappeared into the dirt.
I dreaded to that thing go near;
With apprehension I did fear.
I set a trap to catch that thing.
I’d catch it good, with trap to sting.
I knew it must a monster be.
I knew it lurked to get at me.
What wonder did my eyes behold —
‘Twas not a rat, but lizard bold.
It looked benign, it stared at me.
It did not jump — sat quietly.
And now I’ve given the thing a name.
My fear misplaced — it’s not to blame.
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IN DARK SHADOWS
In dark shadows live our fears;
In half-seen pictures, fear comes near.
In hidden places lurk our doubts;
In darkest alleys, doubt comes out.
Our thoughts get twisted, tied in knots —
Contorted, garbled — truth it’s not.
Imagination — it runs wild.
We’re fearful like a little child.
Until the light of love turns on,
Until God’s truth shines like the sun.
Until we give Him all our fears —
And then He calms and dries our tears.
A little girl can sometimes sing,
Can flit about on angel’s wings,
Can dance with fairies, now unseen,
Can be so sweet, or contrary.
A little girl loves daddy’s whiskers,
She doesn’t mind that they are ticklish.
A little girl sits on his lap;
Head on his chest, she takes a nap.
A little girl has wondrous dreams,
On unicorns she’ll catch moonbeams.
She gathers starlight in her hands,
She dreams of being a princess grand.
A little girl in time grows up.
She gives up dolls and other stuff.
But every woman’s heart can tell —
Inside, the child is living still.
How can I His child be
When worldly cares relentlessly
Beat at my door?
I must let go,
Let trust decide
And be my guide.
Let go with wings
And songs that sing
Eternal glory.
Give up my way
And eyes must stay
On unseen Lord.
Does He now know
My suff’ring deep?
Of course; ‘tis His.
And calmly will I
Go to sleep
And rest in Him.
On my nightstand in a pile,
Lie twenty books or more.
Inside each one I’ve read a bit
And then found them a bore.
Yes, this is one I’ve read before,
And that one’s just too gross,
Another one’s too shallow,
The fourth one’s too morose.
Perhaps these lands of fantasy —
Where books my soul do bring,
Can they no longer satisfy —
Reality’s the thing?
But as a child I wandered,
Devoured every word.
One book a day I swallowed
And ate the printed word.
And still I’ll wander to those lands
For, yes, they help me dream
Of that which can, or yet will be,
Of worlds as yet unseen.
Shattered by silence,
No words to express,
Mumbling and muted —
No words will caress.
No great approval,
No smiles of delight,
No healing laughter,
Or love at first sight.
Crippled emotions,
Frozen in fear,
Unfounded notions,
And buckets of tears.
Come out of the darkness,
Come into the light,
So wounds be acknowledged
And wrong be made right.
I’m waiting for that day
When He returns
In bright and shining glory.
I’ve got to tell the story
How He loved me all the time,
But I — confused in mind.
He always walked beside me,
Tried every way to guide me,
But there was no way I would see.
Couldn’t seem to grasp His story
My ears were stopped, and surely
My eyes were blinded too.
I walked in deepest darkness
Lived life in blackest starkness
My heart was frozen.
Now He leads me through the night
I look to Him for light
Like a little child.
clarakatalin 
God Sees the Best in You
No matter who you are, God loves you.
No matter what mistakes you’ve made, God loves you.
No matter what you’ve failed in, God still believes in you.
If you think you’re a mess, if others think you’re a mess,
God sees the best in you; He see what you can become.
Never give up; turn to God.
Become His child and let Him love you.
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