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The Still Small Voice
by TentDwellr..Christina

It was with a still small voice the Savior called my name
Giving me a renewed heart that would never be the same

He set me on a path of life that I had never known
And as I traveled on it , I saw the fruit that he had sewn

As I continued to listen to the gentle still small voice
I heard the things that I must do when there was a choice

Soon there came a time, upon my path of life
When all the things around me started causing me some strife

Distractions they were many, as life sometimes can bring
And soon I found I was caught up in all these petty things

I forgot that through the still small voice the Lord had shown the way
And now it was these other things pushing me astray

Worries 'bout the future and what was to be ahead
Stresses about the people and the things that they have said

I wondered where the Lord had gone and why I could not hear
All the guidance and direction I had heard in yesteryear

In all my time of business and all my time of woe
I'd forgotten how to listen to the voice that I should know

But like a gentle Shepherd He guided me again
To turn my eyes off other things and focus them on Him

I know that He speaks to me with a gentle still small voice
And if I am to listen I now must make a choice

I need to take some time out of my busy life
To quietly come before him without all the strife

Wherever it may be, I must set aside some space
To allow the Lord to speak to me in a quiet hiding place

For in the quiet of this place I will have made a choice
To Listen to my Lord again, speaking in His still small voice

To Jesus, with a Mother's Love
By MakeUs1.....Susan

Oh, to have been Mary.
To have carried Your life within me.
To have given birth to You and
to have held You in my arms.
Singing to You as I gazed in amazement
into Your eyes.
Oh if I'd had known
what they were going to do to you;
Would I ~~ could I
have ever let go?

To have watched you grow
right before my eyes.
To have had You call me Mom.
Would I have been strong enough
to have withstood that day
on a hill called Calvary.

Jesus,
there is no description for Your beauty.
No description for what You did for us.
If I had of been the one
to hold you, to rock you,
to lie you down to sleep at night.
Would I ~~ could I
have ever let go?

You, a perfect example,
given so that we could live.
You became a man
but how short Your life was here.
Cut short so that others could live.
To have watched you die
upon that cross.
Oh Jesus, no mother before or after,
has ever had to endure.

But to have touched Your tiny fingers,
Your tiny toes and feet.
To have heard You call me Mother
as You hurried up the street.
Coming home to see Your mother
Who did and does love You so.
Oh, to have been Mary.
Would I ~~ could I
have ever let go?
~~ Susan ~~
Dec. 1998

TO THE PASTOR'S WIFE, WITH LOVE...
Here's a poem I wrote one evening. I had looked through the List of Birthdays in Joy in the Kitchen and wanted to send 'something' to someone. So, I scanned the List and found someone whose BD it was and asked the Lord to give me something for her. This is what he gave us..

It can be used the PW on Pastor's/Clergy Day etc. I'm going to do more with it at some point. Perhaps make a background for it and frame it..

Ema Bermudez Resendez
911 8th Av So., Nampa ID 83651
Husband Raul pastor's our church in Caldwell, Idaho.

TO THE PASTOR'S WIFE, WITH LOVE...
by: Ema Bermudez Resendez

Scanning through the List I See
It's not Just another Day
For on This Day not Long Ago
A Lady came to Stay

She's made her Mark in Someone's Life
Perhaps one Day she'll Know
Just how much God used her
To help Another Grow

She's not just Some Woman
Sitting in the pew
She's got Mercy in her Basket
And Spreads Kindness right on Cue

With Patience she does Teach Each Day
Just how good the Lord has been
To those Near and Far - especially to her Kin

Her heart is filled with Love you know
Temperance is her middle name
And though she doesn't know it
Respect of Many she has Gained

Charity and Faith she says
Must First begin at Home
So each day she's learned to Give
To widows left Alone

And to the Helpless Little Ones
With No Mother of Their own,
She Sprinkles Love and Kisses
And Gladly Shares her Heart and Home

As the End of this day is Dawning
She may not think she's Much
Though just as God has Blessed Her So
She Too has Many Touched!

The Shepherd's Dust
By Arlene A Rohrbacker

Come walk with me down this dusty road. Imagine that you are a little lamb and that you are trying to keep up with The Shepherd. All the other sheep are pushing and shoving but you want to stay as close to The Shepherd as possible.

As He walks the dust clouds blind you momentarily. You can't see anything! So you move closer to His feet. You know that when you are close to Him you always feel safe. Just that thought warms your heart and then you remember.... sometimes, He stoops down and lifts up His little lambs and carries them!

You know, the Scriptures say we are like sheep. Sometimes our way is clouded by circumstances and we can't see. Isn't this the time that we need to move closer to Jesus, Our Shepherd? Closer to His feet. That means we need to bow down before Him and trust His heart. Then He'll come..... and He'll carry us. We are safe. The dust has cleared and we see the face of Our Shepherd.

Isaiah 40:11
"He shall feed His flock like a shepherd: he shall gather his lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young."

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