Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sensing God


           --Wanda Hartley Butts 1/9/2010

When a person works and says, “God is with me”;

Or when the sick declares, “God knows all about it”;

And people meet difficulties saying, “God is in it”;

or when the  dying  looks up  whispering, “I am His”;

then in communion with that power and goodness

that person is no longer tempest-driven and tossed,

but faces the battle of storm and shadow with courage.

 

To be in communion with God through Jesus Christ—

Is to know that He is ours and we are His— and

that becomes the victory which overcomes the world.

Such courage is kindled and kept by the eternal Spirit;

So the weakest can dare to stand alone, and live alone,

and die alone, saying, “The miracle is, God is with me.”

 

 

Friday, September 21, 2012


The Dawning

            --Wanda Hartley Butts 9/20/2012

 

We must not forget that in a busy world,

where God is, we are not lost in the crowd:

individually precious and separately sought,

in the love of Jesus,  we each stand alone.

One by one found, drawn, and humbled

till the day breaks and the shadows flee.

 

We craved for bread, but were given a stone.

How many a human in that state of distress,

have cast The Word to the winds of heaven?

But, the eunuch still did seek, read, and study

until offered the illuminating light of Christ

and good hope through grace there in the desert.

 

At that moment when everything seemed vain,

the footsteps of the dawn rode over the hills.