Handmaidens -Poetry & Art

Summer, 2000
Handmaidens

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Just a Thought...
By Staff Writer Sharon Barrett
This morning I tried to work on a poem. I thought how wonderful it is that people are so different; some write poetry, some write short stories, some books, some people are painters, actors, story tellers, some are good with animals for example, animal trainers, all wonderful things. The list could go on and on, you have the idea. God made us all different, all special in our own ways. Even if we can not do any of the above, we can be special friends, special to our mates, special to God in our own way. We are all made differently. What a plain world it would be, if we all looked, acted, and were capable of doing the same things. Thank God we are all different in our own special ways.

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Crisp and clear, clouds of white frost curling like a dragon’s breath about the snout. A hint of pink framing a single spike of glistening white enamel jutting from a firm jaw dwarfed by the surrounding massive head. Smooth and brown are the hairs on a slopping brow above the dark and foreboding eyes. And yet the head is but a small part of the hulking beast beyond it’s neck; bone shattering tendons and muscles slide effortlessly under a deceiving hide. Sabre tipped paws silently patter the cold spring forest floor below my eagle’s perch: up away on the hill where I am protected by distance and a keen eye.

Graceful and majestic he is, a true lord of the Northern Forest. Yet, like Bruce Banner the transformation can be made: from the cuddly cub to massive adult; from lumbering critter to hulking savage beast. It is not our fear but respect of one another that protects us from each other: Grizzlies and Mankind.

If we respected all things as God teaches us.... instead of fearing all things as we teach each other.... we would not kill and destroy so indiscriminately.

John MacIntyre

I Refuse to be Discouraged
Submitted by Sharon Barrett

I refuse to be discouraged,
To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted,
And here's the reason why...
I have a God who's mighty,
Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me,
And I am on His team.
He is all wise and powerful,
Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable,
My God remains the same.
My God knows all that's happening;
Beginning to the end,
His presence is my comfort,
He is my dearest friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me,
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into HIs arms I go.
When circumstances threaten
To rob me from my peace;
He draws me close unto HIs breast,
Where all my strivings cease.
And when my heart melts within me,
And weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms,
He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me,
My life is in His hand,
The "Son of the Lord' is my hope,
It's in His strength I stand.
I refuse to be defeated,
My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me,
As through this life I trod.
I'm looking past all my circumstances,
To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached
The heart of God,
I'm resting in his love.
I give God thanks in everything,
My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory is mine;
He helped me win the race.

You Don't Know
By Robert Coats

Last night I had a dream
I should have been
Ready to go to Church
And I was in a lot of pain
The Lord said, " Go " but
I said you don't know how bad
I'm hurting and I did not go

The next night I dreamt
There was a revival and
The Lord said, " Go " and
I again said you don't know
How bad I'm hurting
And here I did not go

Then at last I dreamed
I was on a hilltop and
I saw Jesus my Lord
Hanging on a the cross
And He said, " Come "
I said Lord you don't know
How bad I"m hurting and I did not go

Then with His arms stretched out
And nails in His hands
He said, " You don't know
How much I care, it is this much "
And He said it is finished

When I awoke from this dream
I recalled that all my pain
And all my hurt could never
Amount to what He did
For me on the cross

He did this for me
And
He did this for you

Written by: Robert Coats
June 4, 2000

The Rider in the Night
By Sharon Barrett

The bright sun is finally gone down,
The darkness conceals everything in sight.
You listen for every single sound,
Your ears pick up the Rider in the Night.

Your heart beat increases, and you wonder,
is he coming for me this time.
The clouds release the sound of thunder,
your heart beat seems to climb.

You close your eyes to give yourself peace of mind,
It doesn’t work, so on goes the light.
Your mind can’t stop thinking is it my time
Your ears can’t stop hearing the Rider in the Night.

Prayers begin in words, seldom said,
to pray even one word seems to be a fight.
So you lie still in your bed,
the sounds passes this time, he didn’t come this Rider in the Night.

Jesus is Coming
By Margaret Diane Bricker

Author's Note: This is a poem I wrote after listening to a sermon about telling people in your everyday life about the Lord and how we need to be aware that ministry is all around us all day long. I hope it is suitable for the web magazine. I really look forward to reading it.

Watching my neighbor walk across the street...
Jesus is coming.
Mother and baby strolling by...
Jesus is coming.
Delivery man stops with his parcel...
Jesus is coming.

Child stops and asks, "Will you buy one?"...
Jesus is coming.
Supper needs fixed, telephone rings...
Jesus is coming.
Bow our heads, praising His name...
Jesus is coming.

Opportunities missed, lost forever?
Jesus is coming, coming to take me away.
He wants the humble, the sick, the scared...
Jesus is coming.
He wants the man, the woman, the child...
Jesus is coming, coming to take me away.

What About You?
By Margaret Diane Bricker

What about you?
God cares, sure He does,
About the world, but...
What about you?

Jesus saves one soul at a time,
What about you?
The Holy Spirit falls fresh,
What about you?

He looks at each heart,
Listens to every prayer,
Loves each person...
What about you?

He hears the cries of the nations,
What about you?
Your Father, your Savior,
What about you?

He looks at each heart,
Listens to every prayer,
Loves each person...
What about you?

Make it personal,
Decide very soon,
At His holy table,
There is room...
What about you?

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