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Like a Daisy

[Inspired by the following quote:

“JESUS DEIGNED TO TEACH ME this mystery. He set before me the book of nature; I understood how all the flowers He has created are beautiful, how the splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the Lily do not take away the perfume of the little violet or the delightful simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty, and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wild flowers. And so it is in the world of souls, Jesus’ garden. He willed to create great souls comparable to lilies and roses, but He has created smaller ones and these must be content to be daisies or violets destined to give joy to God’s glances when He looks down at His feet. Perfection consists in doing His will, in being what He wills us to be.”

St. Thérèse of Lisieux ]

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Like a daisy in God’s garden,
Not rose nor lily fair,
Like Leah to Jacob’s Rachel,
No beauty to compare.
Yet Leah brought forth Judah,
Of whom our Lord was heir.

And all the kings and queens of earth,
And those who lack in means,
Come to this world with nothing,
And leave with naught, it seems.

Whether you be famous,
Or by the world unknown,
His purpose you must surely find,
Unique to you alone.

In Wretched Stable

Light in the darkness,
Peace in the storm;
In wretched stable
Our Savior was born.

Forgiveness for sinners,
Hope for the lost;
Hatred now broken —
At unmeasured cost.

Love brought to sinners,
The ugly made whole;
To broken and battered
He shows heaven’s door.

Friend to the unlovely,
The lost and forlorn —
Caught now in sin’s prison,
The fetters are torn.

Come, all you people;
Sing now His praise.
The One who will save us
Is Jesus by name.

You Brought Me Low

O Lord, You brought me low —
A worm in the dust.
I despised myself
And was despised by men.

Mocked and ridiculed,
My hair hung down.
No beauty to attract others,
No winsomeness, nor delight.

I fought to breathe;
I choked in dust.
I grabbed for anything —
My soul was desperate.

But You, O Lord,
Were with me,
Though I did not know it.

I wandered in a parched land;
In desert plains I wandered.

You waited for me.

How You must have cried
To see me thus.

I cannot know your purpose,
Neither then nor now.
Only that You love me,
And I must You, somehow.

The Lord Loves the Unlovely

The Lord loves the unlovely,
And sinners He will bring to grace.
How dimly do we see,
With clouded eyes,
His purpose great.

His plan, His picture,
His canvas broad and wide,
His tapestry of colors,
Our fears do now belie.

While we are being molded,
Often unaware,
He paints His colors lovely —
Take heart; do not despair.

Tenderly He fashions
Exquisite work of art.
To soul, though torn and shattered,
His healing will impart.

Oh, drink the healing waters;
Oh, come and do partake.
Let all His love enfold you,
And fear do now forsake.

Our Purpose in Life?

In recent years, I believe my purpose is to show the love of Jesus to others. And yet, lately I thought, “If I’m lying unconscious in a hospital bed, how do I show the love of Jesus to others?” Perhaps sometimes, our purpose is to receive the love of Jesus or let others love us.

I really believe each person is loved by God and was put on earth for a purpose. “For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.” (Jeremiah 29:11) A blind, deaf, and dumb person may have a purpose — perhaps he or she is used by God to teach others compassion.

I would love to hear people’s thoughts on this.

He Will Come Again

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.

Retreat

I’ve retreated
To a quiet place;
Just need my space.

Too many things
Are coming at me;
I cannot think.

Different voices,
Different choices;
Who’s telling the truth?

All sincerely,
Intensely believing;
Is someone lying?

Focus on Jesus,
He’ll never leave us.
Our mighty God!

Come Walk with Me

“Come walk with me”, the Savior said
“Leave earthly cares behind
Leave all that comes twixt you and me
The sin and worry bind”

His heart was aching with such pain
He saw men struggle, strive in vain
When in His hand He held all things
The peace, the joy, that His love brings

He said, “You must the silence keep
The quietness, the inner deep
Close every door and go inside
To you My love I will confide”

“Each day go to the inner door
And listen as I speak, and more.
My inner peace I will impart
And make a fountain in your heart”

All men will one day bow the knee
To Him who hung upon a tree
‘Till then let us be well content
In silence, a true sacrament

Surrender

No matter what I do or say,

Jesus, You will have your way.

 

I fight, I beat against your chest,

Though I know You want my best.

 

I know You have an awesome scheme,

A plan beyond my wildest dreams.

 

My blinded eyes, my stopped up ears,

Surely You will calm my fears.

 

Kicking, screaming, still I go;

Your plan for me I do not know.

 

When sweet surrender finally comes —

Not my will, but Thine be done.

When?

Oh, restless heart
When will you learn
To let the One
Who for you yearns
Abide in you
And you in him?

Oh, wandering soul
When will you turn
And let the One
Who for you lights
The way ahead
Prevent your fright?

Oh, anxious mind
When will you spend
Some time with Him
Who only can
Bring peace to thoughts
That boil and churn?

Oh, happy heart
That’s learned to rest
Upon the Savior’s
Gentle breast
The storm is stilled
The tear is dried
When in your heart
His life resides