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Your Word.

In a world of turmoil and shame,
Your word brings comfort.
In a world where sorrow remains,
Your word brings peace.
In a world cruel and ruthless,
Your word brings love.
In a world of shattered dreams,
Your word brings hope.
In a world that makes no sense,
Your word brings joy.
In a world where death resides,
Your word bring life.
In a world full of lies,
Your word brings truth.
Blessed is the Lord,
Who's word will last forever.
 
By Sheila Frush copyright 2009
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Ah Spring!

One of the most enjoyable things I do while spending time outdoors in God's nature is to watch the little critters He created...mainly birds... they are so entertaining! And to be outside, listening to the birds and watching them in action is quite a treat to me.
 
There's a little waterfall that trickles into a small  pond in the corner of my backyard garden that attracks all kinds of birds. I've seen some absolutely gorgeous species! Only God could have created such creatures, and instilled in them the insticts I observed, when a Wren went flying by, as I was settling into a comfortable chair with my cup of coffee the other morning...
 
I watched as the miniature bird (hanging onto the side of a swinging birdhouse) was industriously trying to cram a huge twig, that was twice it's size, into the tiny opening of the bird house. I had to chuckle as I watched... it finally managed to maneuver the twig, disappearerd into the bird house, then popped it's head out, and  flew out to go after another twig...it was a major operation getting that nest ready for the approval of his mate!
 
With all the commotion, I almost missed the chorus of birds that was all around me as I sat there. I suddenly felt like a congregant in Nature's Cathedral, with anthems rising to the Creator King! With the fragrance of sweet mock orange blossoms, and the green of  leaves appearing on branches everywhere and the birds singing, I was in Seventh Heaven! Ah Spring!
 
The greatest gift of Spring is the promise of Easter, the promise of the resurrection. Christ was raised to give us life. One day all of creation will sing to our risen Lord. The rocks will cry out and the trees will rejoice!
 
Lift up your heads O ye gates; lift them up you ancient doors, that the King of Glory may come in! Psalm 24:9
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