My Writing
BESET
Never quite caught up.
No time for rest,
So much depends on me.
Frustration, anger
Squabbling kids,
Rushing here and there
Daylight hours far too few,
Why am I
So easily beset
By all that I must do?
Bills piling high,
Doctor bills, necessities,
Washer down, vacuum worn out,
Despair over disability,
Inability to cope with issues,
Abortion, euthanasia, crime.
Who am I to make a difference
For my myself and my family?
In the midst of my angry confusion,
I hear His quiet, gentle voice,
"Trust in me, my child.
Rest in me, and let ME
Guide your way.
Nothing is too difficult for me.
You trust me for your eternal destiny,
Can you not, also
Trust me for your daily needs?"
Bowing, I give it all to Him,
My life, My health,
My schedule, My family,
My questions, my fears,
My frustrations, and my doubts.
Let Him reset my priorities.
Trust in His care
I find that He
Supplies... abundantly.
Christmas
Comes © 2007 Carolyn R Scheidies
Christmas comes Not
with gifts and glitter and gaiety, Not with parties, Santa and trees.
Christmas comes To
the reverent heart in the quiet of night, Illuminated by Christ's holy, sacrificial light.
The people who walked
in darkness Have seen a great light; Those who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death, Upon them a light has shined.
Isaiah 9:2
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