November
     
 
 

 

There is GOD

In the lushness of Creation;
In shifting and patterned sand;
In the sky surround of all;
In productive fields of land;

In the heights of mountains great;
In the gorge's deepest plunge;
In the jungle's dangerous wilds;
Every place that birds have sung;

In the hot and arid desert;
In the Arctic's frigid cold;
'Neath the oceans' utmost deeps;
With each babe; with young and old - -

There is GOD; HE's everywhere.
HE's with the sun that ever shines;
HE's with the moon, planets, stars;
And, HE's at your house and mine.

Yes, in Heaven is His throne;
Yet, HE's here too, and dwells in hearts.
Ah, such wonder GOD inspires!
How precious, the light HE imparts!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-30-2008] * Back *


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The State of Thanksgiving

Where lives the state of thanksgiving?
Is it squelched in heart, unused?
Must it be fluffed to come to life?
Does it only arise at grandest views?

Where is thanks for little things - -
For those comprising the whole?
For working hands, moving arms,
For usefulness of heels and toes?

Where is thanks for broom and mop,
For, axes, saws, fibers to spin?
Where, thanks, for tires and wheels;
For fuel to run motors again?

Where is thanks for mists and dew?
And, for filtered light in vale?
Where, thanks for grains of sand?
And, for raindrops, filling wells?

The usual, or tiny - - things unnoticed - -
Combine with greater to make the whole.
For all things, may we give thanks,
Not taking for granted blessings untold.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-29-2008] * Back *


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Poor Me Stance?

Not pointing fingers at anyone with this. I've had plenty of struggles with self. Christ's way is that of Love; while, the way of the flesh is to cry out Why me? O Poor me! How long? O that our hearts be stayed upon the GOD of all power - - not, on the size of our problems! If we would lean upon HIM, resting in His Love; then, we could freely serve one another, knowing - - every good gift comes from GOD
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Poor Me Stance?

Here is a truth -- people have trials.
Some have had few, far between.
Others have one right after another;
Constant trials, some have seen.

How, during hard times, should we live?
What attitude ought we to wear?
Should we choose the poor me stance
To walk with and display everywhere?

Do we feel just soooo put upon - -
So cheated of a picturesque life - -
That we choose anger and bitterness,
And trudge the low road, refusing the high?

O but our problems are so great - -
Many, and too big for our hands!
Should we defiantly raise fists in air?
No! Let us look to the Great I Am!

Those who're hurting and downtrodden,
Need encouragement from loving hearts - -
Gifts of kindness - - not bad attitudes,
But unselfish love that GOD imparts!

Do we gladly serve one another?
Carefully, lay selfishness aside?
The Lord Jesus gave His life for us!
Showing Grace, let us walk and abide.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-29-2008] * Back *


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Thanksgiving and Circumstance

I ponder the pilgrim's Thanksgiving --
The one we read of in history books,
In which pilgrims, with Indian friends,
Thanked GOD, and of blessings, partook.

I think of comforts in circumstance,
That of the pilgrims and ours today.
They rejoiced in frontier beginnings
For freedom to live and work and pray;

For log houses built by their hands - -
For wood to cut with their axes and saws;
Meat from forests; corn from the ground;
For a land of plenty, after they'd crossed

O'er seas bounding and surely frightening.
They found not a life of great ease there,
No air conditioners, no furnaces;
And, their food was cooked over open fire.

Picture - - pilgrims bowed and truly thankful
For foods delicious - heartily received;
For deliverance; for health; for life itself;
For the Love of GOD. That's what I see.

Still we have life, breath, and movement,
and the freedom to worship GOD in these
United States of America - - all ours, only by mercies of GOD.
All thanks unto GOD our FATHER!
May our hearts lift in praises and prayer to HIM.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-26-2008] * Back *


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Autumn Shiver

From quite a shiver to deliver,
Put on warmest hat and coat;
Pull on thick and cozy socks
And some boots 'most big as boats.

Face the freezing temp outside - -
The biting chill to nose and chin;
The cold that quickly pains the lungs - -
The taste of Winter coming again.

We aren't completely prepared here--
It's time outdoor spigots are wrapped,
Not because of calendar date - -
It's 'cos of this early freezing bout.

Wilted, blanched, shriveled -- dead --
Tender impatiens that so shone
With lovely pink and white blossoms.
Their life's killed - - completely gone!

Summertime flew; and, now Autumn
Is phasing through it's season fast.
Does this cold predict hard winter?
Will it be frigid and overcast?

Fluff comforters; change furnace filter,
Glad the fuel tank has been filled.
Make a big pot of steaming stew.
Enjoy, enjoy today on this hill!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-22-2008] * Back *


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Spittin'-Snow Thanksgiving

I'm ramblin' in my memories today,
Of a Thanksgiving past,
When my brothers went a'hunting
For deer or rabbit -- wild repast.

I don't really recall what game,
If any game at all was brought back.
But, I do remember the spittin" snow - -
Of excitement, the day held no lack.

We girls helped Mother in the kitchen - -
And, that, we were happy to do.
A family of eight children with parents
Required quite a table of food.

O how good were cobbler pies!
Blackberry, apple, peach - - the best;.
Gingerbread cake with dried apples,
A dessert preferred o'er the rest.

Cabbage or collards from the garden,
Or, it might've been turnip greens;
We preferred hen instead of turkey;
Salt-cured ham, we would've had then.

Cornbread made from fresh-milled corn - -
Baked on hearth over glowing coals
In an old, black-iron Dutch oven.
How the sketchy memory flows.

The atmosphere of hearth and home - -
Was the sweetness of those days.
We had not riches of the world,
But a wealth of love and Grace.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-21-2008] * Back *


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GOD is Everywhere

Omnipotent, unseen in sky and air,
GOD our Creator is everywhere!
HE's where mountains touch the sky;
Where clouds go soaring, sailing by;

Where springs arise, where brooklets run;
Where creeks join, rivers - - to become;
Where little seeds sprout in ground;
In seas where great wonders abound;

Where frost designs appear on panes;
Where thirsty ground drinks up the rain;
Where children play at home and school;
Where kings are crowned and live and rule;

Where the babe so gently sleeps;
Where the hen gathers her peeps;
Where wildfires burn; where hurricanes sweep;
At the highest high; at the lowest deep;

In midst of wars when death is there - -
O my friend, GOD is everywhere!
HE lives within hearts and in Heaven too;
Ever-present - - the LORD o'er me and you!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-20-2008] * Back *


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Cling to Christ

Reaching for we know not what,
When in our lives we've aching void;
And, attempting to fill ourselves - -
Neglecting, faith in GOD, to employ,

O how we fail! We utterly fail.
Can we not scan with eye of faith
GOD's sweet blessings in the past,
And cling the more to Christ Who saith - -

"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life:"
"I will ... never forsake thee";
"I will not leave you comfortless:" - - ?
Do we not, HIS faithfulness, see?

When GOD's golden gifts I leave,
When I neglect, the Way, to see - -
When, trusting in myself, I seek,
Burning shame, wash over me!

by mercies of GOD,
[Peggy Hood, 11-16-2008]
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HOLY BIBLE, KJV: Psalms 9:10 "And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee. " John 14:-6 "6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me." John 14:-18 "18 I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you." Hebrews 13:-5 "5 Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." John 14:-27 "27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-16-2008] * Back *


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Like Silver Spiders

On the glass-topped table on deck,
I saw a beautiful rain display - -
Little silver bubbles skittered and ran
Like spiders' quick running away.

And, there, at northeast eave of house,
I watched, enjoying another scene.
Before the floodlight, 'twixt heavy raindrops,
Mists swirled, turned, in patterns serene.

I'd switched on the light, just to watch the rain - -
The year's been quite dry in these parts.
I was filled with peace and contentment,
And thanked the LORD from my heart.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-13-2008] * Back *


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Desiring a Joyous Christmas

The LORD be Peace unto you - -
The blessed Hope of your heart!
The River of Life quench your thirst
And joy unto you impart!

May GOD gently, assuringly, guide you,
Never forsaking, but leading you on - -
Giving strength, comfort, healing;
Filling your heart with song;

May your song ring with praise
Of the gracious Lord on high,
From heart o'erbrimming with thanks
That the Comforter's ever-nigh!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-11-2008] * Back *


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Cornucopia

Turkey, pumpkin, baked potatoes,
Gravy, dressing, ripe tomatoes,
Dinner rolls and candied yams,
Chicken, dumplings, tender ham,
Turnips, mustard, collard greens,
Mashed potatoes, squash, and peas,
Cornbread, gingerbread, applesauce,
Lettuce, carrots, veggies tossed,
Cranberry salad, array of pies,
Sweet mulled cider, and - - my O my - -
How dare we even wish for more
In Thanksgiving's cornucopia store?
Who could this year's blessings count,
Without leaving multiples out?
Ah, my friends, we're wondrous blessed!
To GOD's goodness, let us attest!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-11-2008] * Back *


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Christ Will Not Pass You By

Christ will not pass you by, dear child.
HE'll never forsake His own.
The great masses cannot prevent HIM seeing
All His who're ignored by the throng.

Christ will not pass you by, dear one.
HE sees all His own, near and far.
HE knows your pains, your hurts, your ills.
The Comforter's there where you are!

Christ will not pass you by, children.
HE does the FATHER's will,
Embracing every child of GOD.
So, fear not. Hush, child. Be still.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-10-2008] * Back *


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As Jesus Passed By

HOLY BIBLY, KJV John 8:-59 " 59 Then took they up stones to cast at him: but Jesus hid himself, and went out of the temple, going through the midst of them, and so passed by. John 9:-1-7 "1 And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth. 2 And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind? 3 Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him. 4 I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. 5 As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world." 6 When he had thus spoken, he spat on the ground, and made clay of the spittle, and he anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay, 7 And said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam, (which is by interpretation, Sent.) He went his way therefore, and washed, and came seeing. " _______________________

As Jesus Passed By

There were those whom Jesus passed by - -
Even through midst of throngs at times,
HE passed by crowds who hated HIM
Who truly desired to see HIM die.

" And as Jesus passed by, HE saw a man
Which was blind from his birth."
HE looked upon the man with love;
His sad condition, HE observed.

Jesus "spat on the ground, made clay of the spittle",
Used it to anoint the blind man's eyes;
Told him - - "Go, wash in the pool of Siloam".
HE gave the man sight. Wondrous surprise!

What was the first sight that man beheld?
I cannot tell, but O how sweet
To have Jesus not pass him by - -
There, to be blessed - - the Lord, to meet!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-10-2008] * Back *


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I've Been Given

I've been given - - life and movement;
Breath to live; water to drink;
Eyes to see; ears to hear;
Heart to beat; mind to think;

Wondrous view of GOD's Creation
On earth and in heavens above;
Hope and Peace - - blest assurance
That HE is truly LOVE.

I've been given - - faith to trust HIM;
Sustenance, for every day;
Light for my path - - HIS WORD to guide me;
And, safety upon life's way;

Clothing; shelter; healing; rest - -
Loved ones; friends; comforts untold;
What then shall be my focus?
GOD's Love, precious - - let me hold!

O to encourage others in some way,
Pointing to HIM Greater-than-all!
And, to comfort, since I'm comforted;
And, only GOD's Name, exalt!

To be a reflector of His great Love!
That my words speak of HIM good!
That my face be found turned GODward!
To ever live thankfully, as I should!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 11-2-2008] * Back *


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