Intercession

I find great comfort in the reality that Jesus is praying for me. Since He knew me before the foundation of the world and knows how everything will end, I must believe that goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life.

What are your prayers for me today?
I know you intercede.
As you prayed for your friend, Peter,
In his dire time of need.
Since you know all my tomorrows,
And the future's clear to you,
I'm sure your prayers for me today,
Are sure to see me through.

A Winter Concert

This poem was written while watching the beginning of a snowstorm. It started out so innocently.

A Winter Concert

Snow is falling quietly,
A few flakes here and there.
A violin and piccolo,
Can be heard in the wintry air.
Soon the snow picks up the tempo,
As horns begin to sound.
Drums and cymbals, clarinets,
Contribute and resound.
So through the night the concert plays,
Though the world has gone to sleep.
The grand finale ends in silence,
With snowflakes, two feet deep.

A Secret Place

I wrote this poem after attending a "Christmas Tea." I was anticipating surgery within the next week and was very apprehensive. I thoroughly enjoyed the event and the women at my table held hands and prayed for me. It was very touching. All of us need daily strength and a secret place where there is calm and the presence of our Savior.

Sit me near a window,
A table set for two.
The cups of tea filled to the brim,
And pastries, just a few.
A secret place for you and I,
A place of oneness rare.
Whispered thanks and settled comfort,
No more burdens had to bear.
Let me sit in Your holy presence,
In our secret hiding place.
As we commune like two best friends,
'Till the finish of this race.