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Beloved

Beloved, though of a race fallen;
Loved, long before your first breath;
Loved, even though you fail often;
Loved, though your flesh see death;

Loved, before you were formed;
Loved, from eternity past;
Loved, long before you were born
With Love that forever lasts!

Loved, when you are weakest;
Loved, when things go wrong;
Loved and never forsaken;
Shielded within the LORD's arms!

Loved presently and forevermore!
Eternal love - - who could explain
Its depth, its scope, its infinite worth?
Who, the ways of GOD, make plain?

Beloved child, are you trusting
Your Lord - Creator - the Wellspring of rest,
Comfort, relief, strength, and healing?
How wondrously you're blessed!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-26-2008] * Back *


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Seed in Flight

At Grace Fellowship PB, we've been studying this commandment in Exodus 20:16
"Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour", considering what's at the core of lies and tale bearing; and, how great harms are done by false witness.
Proverbs 21:28 "A false witness shall perish: but the man that heareth speaketh constantly." - - lies continue on by hearers.
Proverbs 12:18 "There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health."
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Butterweed seeds are flying, flying - -
Afloat on air and winging away.
Some sail far; some land nearer.
What places will they find today?

I like watching the Butterweed's flight;
Yet, this scene brings to my mind - -
Falsehoods, too, fly near and far,
Searching, searching - - hearers to find.

Can one retrieve slanderous words,
Or somehow undo the cut of knife - -
The damage done by evil tongue,
From a heart with bitterness rife?

Absolutely not, once seed has sailed!
It finds ear port and multiplies.
Faster, faster, it whirls and spins.
To cause hurt - - the aim for lies!

O the tongue! Could any tame it?
May we speak with utmost care,
Lest we blindly give aid to flight
Of lies intended to stab and tear.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-19-2008] * Back *


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Garden Spider

There, she's woven her silken web;
And, it's transposed against the sky.
Before my window, near edge of woods
She waits for clueless bugs to fly.

Quite a beauty - - the web she clings.
And, just below, around a plant
Are three smaller webs she owns - -
Positioned carefully about.

Beautiful coloring, her yellow;
Black markings, her body, adorn.
I'd like to photograph her work
If there's dew tomorrow morn.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-15-2008] * Back *


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Busy Kitten

Don't know what happened with formatting on the first attempt. So, here it is again - - -
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"That kitten's never bored" - -
Amy said - - "It must be nice."
"She's interested in everything"
Became my quick reply.

There, she walked upon the rim
Of dog's big watering pan,
While a tiny spray of water
Arced into it with a spin

Escaped from leaky water hose
That was draped nearby.
Not one tiny bit concerned,
Daisy snooped with watchful eye.

And, Gus? Well, he simply hates baths
And eyed that tiny stream with fear.
Aussie that he is, he dodged,
Lest a drop should touch his ear.

Then, Daisy kitten ran to hide
Beneath a child's small bench,
Enticing Gus to chase a bit.
She likes him - - he won't pinch!

And, in the garden patch of late,
New tactics Daisy employs - -
She slips beneath weed-block fabric - -
Her newest hidey place, enjoys.

I fill a planter; she jumps right in
And romps in it a little while.
Later, she'll likely twist about
Amongst its blooms, with kitten style.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-11-2008] * Back *


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But, GOD!

How the heavy burdens weaken
The frame of flesh unto its end.
It's of life's sorrows I'm speaking.
How these weigh on us, dear friends.

But, GOD! How lovely are those words!
But, GOD is stronger than all else!
Don't let burdens dominate you - -
Look to the LORD Who truly helps!

Sadness sometimes leaves us speechless
Before those with profound loss!
We can but stand with them in grief,
With prayerful heart and tears, at most.

O but GOD! Do you believe it?
HE heals hearts when none else can!
HE comforts and never forsakes us.
His Love excels the best of man's.

Then, lean on HIM with all your burdens;
Know HE'll lighten your heavy load.
But, GOD - - speak the words and listen.
Do you find peace in those words?

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-10-2008] * Back *


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To Perceive Victory

In the day-to-day, O LORD, please bless;
And, when our faith is put to test - -
Through pain, heartache, heavy trial - -
Lest our hearts sink in denial.

When hardships loom, one by one,
Let us to Thy bosom come - -
There to abide, there to rest,
Comforted - - Thy children, blessed!

Please lighten the wearying load
By Thy strength, O gracious LORD!
Take our minds - - turn us to THEE,
That we perceive sweet victory

O'er all that would our hope destroy;
O'er everything averse to joy;
O'er every doubt and every fear - -
For, THOU art truly, surely here!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-6-2008] * Back *


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When to Love

Love - - when the going gets tough;
Love - - when dark is the way;
Love - - when your heart is aching;
Love - - when mountains stand in the way.

Love as if this day is your last;
Love, asking nothing in return;
Love, looking to Christ our example - -
Love, denying selfish concern.

Give thanks for years, days, and moments - -
Thank the LORD, even as time flies.
Embrace loved ones; share your smiles - -
Sharing comfort given of GOD on high.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-4-2008] * Back *


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Who Said?

Who said life here will be cloudless?
Who said no storms would break?
Who said we'll experience but sunshine?
Who said hearts would not ache?

If these were facts in this world,
Would we see our need of spiritual rain?
Could we see our great sinfulness?
Would our need of the Savior be plain?

How we ought thank GOD for faith - -
For trust that His Love forever shines!
Remember, we're never forsaken;
The Holy Spirit, ever with us, abides!

GOD bears us gently through life's storms.
Through ages, His promises ring true.
Though we're weak, HE is omnipotent!
HE speaks "Peace" unto me and you.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 9-4-2008] * Back *


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Pouty Garden Report

Tiny white flies. Where did they come from?
They're thicker than gnats this year
On green bean vines, on the tomatoes.
I haven't sprayed enough, it's clear.

So tiny and harmless looking, really;
But, white flies, like aphids, suck life out.
They ravage leaves, weakening vines.
A full-fledged army of them is about.

I'm wonder'n - - should I lop and spray?
Tomato vines? What about the beans?
Or, is it too late for productive growth?
Summer garden's 'most done it seems.

Should I plant cabbages and green peas?
Should I put some potatoes in?
Maybe I'll sow varieties of lettuce.
Or, grab the Sevin and spray again! :(

By the mercies of God,
[poutin' Peggy Hood, 9-3-2008] * Back *


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