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WHERE CAN WE GO?

05/30/2011 Posted by mindsinger

 

The master’s heart was heavy

as he felt the crowd grow cold.

He saw them shake their heads

and turn away.

They’d followed what he said

while he gave them earthly bread.

But Living bread demanded

more than they had intended,

and they left him empty-handed

while excuses trailed behind them

and they quickly walked away.

 

And he cried,

“Will you leave me, too?

Is my teaching hard for you?

Do you follow for the bread

or for the words I’ve said?

Tell me, brothers,

do you want to leave me, too?”

 

Simon Peter answered,

“Lord, where can we go?

No other’s words have filled us as yours do.

We know you come from God

for we feel the Spirit’s power.

And the Living Word that’s springing

sets our hearts and minds to singing

and we know that life is waiting -

life eternal, life unending -

and we’ve found it, Lord, in you!”

 

And they cried,

“Lord, we can’t leave you,

though your teaching stings us, too.

We followed not for bread,

but the words of life you said.

Precious Master,

we could never leave you, so!”

c.2011 Donna Swanson

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MIND SONG

05/10/2011 Posted by mindsinger

My mind is singing

singing

singing

Joy and sorrow, laughter, tears.

Hoping

seeking

praying

singing

crying, loving through the years.

 

Mind song moving

living

giving

filling up the empty spaces;

Spinning out the common traces

people

places

words and faces.

.

Mind song calling, beckoning onward

from the past, the future bringing.

From the hand of sorrow taking

molding

shaping

ever making

songs of praise and gifts of love.

 

 

 

Mind song.  That’s what it is, you know.  To the poet, words are like music running through the mind.  No amount of instruction can put that music inside your head.  But you can learn to hear it.  You can accustom yourself to the lilt of the words until the music begins.
It is not mindless music.  Though it finds its counterpoint in the soft whisperings of the wind and the inarticulate sighings of the soul, it is not mindless.  For, in the poet, God brings together the gift of music and the gift of intellect, there combining the two in the soul satisfying gift of poetry.

 

Mind song.  A song that flickers from joy to sorrow; from wonder, to awe, to a restless searching.  Not in a tidy progression from darkness to light, but in a dance of life where sunshine and shadow lie intermingled until we move from light to light through shadows of defeat, despair, and sorrow.  Joy takes on a sweeter glow for knowing sorrow.   And always God is there . . . calling, beckoning onward.

 

c. 2011 from SPLINTERS OF LIGHT by Donna Swanson

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ANGRY WITH GOD

05/02/2011 Posted by mindsinger

Have you ever been angry with God?  Have you ever gone so far from God you thought you could not return?  Have you ever felt ashamed to face him?  Afraid to see the reproach in his eyes, hear the judgment in his voice?  Some Christians are afraid of dying for just those reasons.  They think they’ve somehow done more bad things than good.  As though God were keeping score and they’d flunked the test.  What if that’s wrong?  What if someday you realized the Savior is just that – Savior?  Redeemer.  Advocate with the Father?  What if you knew he would never give up on you?  Would that change your view of life?  Of God?  Of heaven?
CALLING THE WANDERER HOME

 

Out of darkness – light.

From the depths of silence – a song.

Amid our dying – the gift of life.

From despair – the will to go on.

 

In the rubble of war a flower is growing.

the love of a mother is warm.

Through the canyons of steel

soft showers are blowing.

A light draws the wanderer home.

 

In the dust of our dreams

a small hope is growing,

the touch of God’s hand leads us on.

Through the deserts of pain

the Spirit is blowing,

and God draws the wanderer home.

 

In the midst of our laughter

a sorrow is growing.

We try to forget what we’ve known.

Our pleasures grow frantic

to shut out the crying

as God calls the wanderer home.

 

Bright lights and music

and wine for the asking,

and plenty of room left to roam.

And we almost can’t hear it,

that sweet Spirit calling,

drawing the wanderer home.

 

Down through the ages

the Spirit keeps calling

no matter how far man may go.

In the cries of our laughter

or desperate sorrow

a light calls the wanderer home.

 

If you think you’re beyond

the hope of His calling.

If your heart is too heavy for song.

Take my hand and I’ll help you

to hear it more clearly,

God calling the wanderer home

 

c.2011 by Donna Swanson/ Splinters of Light

 

 

 

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