Poetry

~Consider It All Joy!

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“Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” James 1:2-4

Consider it all joy!
When the house is a mess
And your family is tired and sick.
Consider it all joy!
When your day falls apart
And none of your well-laid plans will stick.

Consider it all joy!
When your workload is high
And you’re already so tired and beat.
Consider it all joy!
When your dinner gets ruined
And you don’t know what you will eat.

Consider it all joy!
When in the dead of night,
The baby wakes up with cries and tears.
Consider it all joy!
With so much going wrong,
You seem to have met your greatest fears

Consider it all joy!
When no one will listen
And your words seem to fade in the air.
Consider it all joy!
When you want to complain
And exclaim that life just isn’t fair.

Consider it all joy!
When your heart starts to break
And the tears come unbidden and strong.
Consider it all joy!
When you can’t find your way
And the pathway is weary and long.

Consider it all joy!
When the mountain is steep
And your feet are so weary and worn.
Consider it all joy!
When you can only creep
With your hands and knees bloody and torn.

Consider it all joy!
When they shout in your face,
When their hatred is painfully clear.
Consider it all joy!
When they revile your faith
And care not about what you hold dear.

Consider it all joy!
Throughout all of life’s trials
That may beset you on life’s journey.
Consider it all joy!
Sing your praise to the LORD!
Endure with faith for His great glory!

To the KING be all the glory!

~If You’re Wondering Where I Am…

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T’was the first week of January,
When I looked all around,
And wondered if my brain
Were still intact and quite sound.

It seemed ready to burst,
With all the things running through,
Trying hard to remember;
“Where, what, when and who?”

Boxes surrounded me,
Like Cardboardian Mountain.
With tape making rivers,
And falling down fountains.

All around there were piles,
That lay ready to be packed.
Books seemed everywhere,
Though most neatly stacked.

The thought of moving day,
Seemed so very far away!
Then again there was a lot
To do before that busy day!

So I looked at my list of things to do,
Which seemed longer all the time,
And decided to get going again,
My mountain of work to climb.

So off I go, and if you’re reading this,
Know that this story is true,
So I’ll be a somewhat absent blogger,
So you know, for a week or maybe two.

I’ve got some old books to post,
Just pictures to see,
But you won’t be reading
Much writing from me.

When moving is over,
Then back I should be,
With all my normal posts…
To the KING be all the glory!

~On the Seventh Day of December…

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On the seventh day of December,
The weather was rather chilly!
Ice covered the doggie dish –
And he tried to eat it – so silly!

The group of happy siblings,
Planned to spend the day outside.
They set up their big, favorite tent,
To there, for many hours abide.

The eldest took along A Christmas Carol,
And from thence proceeded to read.
But only after a game, cake and tea,
Was the reading allowed to proceed.

The time spent outdoors was fun!
The siblings had a great day!
And though the book wasn’t finished,
Before Christmas, I’m sure it may!

To the KING be all the glory!

~On the Fifth Day of December…

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On the fifth day of December,
T’was a rather strange one!
Nothing much, worth writing,
Happened in it’s run.

A little rain, sprinkled outside,
The youngest was sick with a cold,
Actually, most of the family was –
With a cold, that was getting old.

A little more decorating was done,
And some much needed cleaning too.
Now that everyone’s going to bed…
I suppose this day, must be through!

To the KING be all the glory!

~On the Fourth Day of December…

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*insert picture here… if I had one. :p*

  On the fourth day of December,
My brain is much too tired,
To create a nice and flowing rhyme…
It feels all muddy and mired.

Instead I’ll go, read to my sisters,
Then hurry off to go to sleep.
Then maybe when the morrow comes…
The wells of rhyme, will again be deep!

To the KING be all the glory!