Puppy Love

What a wonder is sweet puppy love With us always in our deepest woe, Only loyal while we weep on Remaining ever close. Somehow understanding joy and sorrow Intrinsically as one, While we are busy trying to find release And let the pain be done. For, there's something very special About the bonding they will show in grief, Don't we wonder at their loving touch How together we can weep. As sorrows call forth a depth in relationship Never felt another way, And while we contemplate the ways of suffering For what comfort we will pray. And then how much more we appreciate Blessings that come our way If we like a puppy, feel another's pain Might we never more complain. They are grateful in innocent joy no matter what So at rest will they be How can we like them, accept things as they are In all the heartache that we see. Circumstances remain the same Yet their hearts are free, How will we find a joyous release like they Within the limitations that we feel. Can we too, trust a Master With such blind devotion of heart, Believing His abounding care Is in all He does impart. A puppy's tender eye of love Speaks so, of how fragile we also are, Ever subject to the big world's unknowns Who can safely keep our tender heart. Oh, Jesus is our trusted loving master For He broke the power of fear and death, We can be secure in Him, just like puppy love If in His love we rest.

Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission

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The Mission Field

Take a walk in the park you have a lot to see The pitiful little children not so blessed as we. This is a mission field no missionary is there We just over look them not much time to spare. Some who have so much to give don't go to foreign land To find God's plan for you fill these little empty hands. We need to teach each one about Jesus Christ their Lord They need our help right here they haven't enough, they need more. Take a moment, look around find some way to help Just share the things you have you'll feel better about yourself. These are God's children too the poor and needy he spoke about Lets open up our hearts we all can help them out.

Betty Hill © 2004

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Jake Here - Story and Poem

We walk through life relying on our own strength and knowledge. We don't give God a second thought. However, when trouble rears it's ugly head, we shoot up a quick prayer and then get annoyed when it's not answered to our need....Here's why! Jake, the rancher, went one day   to fix a distant fence.   The wind was cold and gusty   and the clouds rolled gray and dense,     As he pounded the last staples in   and gathered tools to go.   The temperature had fallen   and the snow began to blow.   When he finally reached his pickup,   he felt a heavy heart,   from the sound of that ignition,   he knew it wouldn't start.     So Jake did what most of us do   if we'd have been there.   He humbly bowed his balding head   and sent aloft a prayer.     As he turned the key for the last time,   he softly cursed his luck.   They found him three days later,   frozen stiff in that old truck.     Now Jake had been around in life   and done his share of roamin'.   But when he saw Heaven,   he was shocked-it look just like Wyomin'.     Of all the saints in Heaven,   his favorite was St. Peter.   Now, this line, it ain't needed   but it helps with rhyme and meter.     So they set and talked a minute or two,   or maybe it was three,   Nobody was keepin' score-   in Heaven time is free.     "I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,v   "that God will answer prayers,   But one time I asked for help,   well He, just plain wasn't there.     Does God answer prayers of some,   and ignores the prayers of others?   That don't seem exactly square-   I know all men are brothers.     Or does he randomly reply,   without good rhyme or reason?   Maybe, it's the time of day,   the weather or the season.     Now I ain't trying to act smart,   it's just the way I feel,   And I was wonderin', could you tell-   what the heck's the deal?     Peter listened very patiently   and when Jake was done,   There were smiles of recognition,   and he said, "So, you're the one!     That day your truck, it wouldn't start,   and you sent your prayer a flying,   You gave us all a real bad time,   with hundreds of us a trying.     A thousand angels rushed to check   the status of your file,   But you know, Jake, we hadn't heard   from you in quite a while     And though all prayers are answered,   and God ain't got no quota,   He didn't recognize your voice,   and started a truck in North Dakota.     ~author unknown~

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