There’s a special place for you
Where your name is on the door;
A place to unwind, spout off,
Relax and be revived some more.
Picture this: an upper room,
A Bible, and a comfy chair;
A place to go by yourself alone
And meet your Best Friend there.
Turn to His Book and read,
Have honest conversation;
Seek the wisdom that He gives,
Fill your heart with inspiration.
Release irritations and emotions,
Your shortcomings confess;
Obeying the Lord leads to
A new degree of success.
Miracles are possible,
There’s power to be received;
Questions asked, lessons discussed,
Protection from being deceived.
Bring here your concerns for others,
Relinquish heavy burdens you bear;
Enjoy this special closeness to Him
In the upper room called, “prayer.”
By Elaine Hardt ©2008
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Monday, March 31, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Missing Easter Poem
“Where’s this year’s Easter poem?” my sister said,
So I started to look inside my head;
My brain struggled to find something new,
Then I realized there was work to do.
Come forth, bright ideas, from where you are hiding,
Surely creativity is somewhere abiding;
Alas, my pursuit turned up no new rhyme,
And by now I was running out of time!
Oh, nouns and adjectives and verbs with power,
Rescue me from this impending, stressful hour!
In desperation I turned to prayer,
And found my Heavenly Father there.
Turning from fiction’s play to truth of reality,
Open our eyes, Lord, it’s You we must see;
Jesus, God’s Son, Savior, faithful Friend,
Receiving You before life comes to an end.
Here owning up to my lack of fresh inspiration
I’ll write again of love and celebration:
Remember crucifixion and resurrection day;
This is the most valuable thing I can say.
By Elaine Hardt ©2008
So I started to look inside my head;
My brain struggled to find something new,
Then I realized there was work to do.
Come forth, bright ideas, from where you are hiding,
Surely creativity is somewhere abiding;
Alas, my pursuit turned up no new rhyme,
And by now I was running out of time!
Oh, nouns and adjectives and verbs with power,
Rescue me from this impending, stressful hour!
In desperation I turned to prayer,
And found my Heavenly Father there.
Turning from fiction’s play to truth of reality,
Open our eyes, Lord, it’s You we must see;
Jesus, God’s Son, Savior, faithful Friend,
Receiving You before life comes to an end.
Here owning up to my lack of fresh inspiration
I’ll write again of love and celebration:
Remember crucifixion and resurrection day;
This is the most valuable thing I can say.
By Elaine Hardt ©2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Today is an Awesome Day!
God in His glory, Awesome Creator of the Cosmos
is inviting me to come to Him
to adore and worship Him in prayer!
God in His astounding mercy
is calling me to come to Him
to save me from sin, deliver me from destruction!
God in His amazing grace
is teaching me to abide in Him,
to walk moment by moment, secure in His love!
God in His magnificent wisdom
is empowering me by His Holy Spirit
to be part of His Body, His people on earth!
God in His great majesty
is bringing me through trials and testings to victory
to be His child in Heaven, forever!
PRAYER IS
a mighty calling, a mighty task,
a mighty empowering,
a delightful reality;
Father, may my prayer bring You delight!
By Elaine Hardt ©2001
is inviting me to come to Him
to adore and worship Him in prayer!
God in His astounding mercy
is calling me to come to Him
to save me from sin, deliver me from destruction!
God in His amazing grace
is teaching me to abide in Him,
to walk moment by moment, secure in His love!
God in His magnificent wisdom
is empowering me by His Holy Spirit
to be part of His Body, His people on earth!
God in His great majesty
is bringing me through trials and testings to victory
to be His child in Heaven, forever!
PRAYER IS
a mighty calling, a mighty task,
a mighty empowering,
a delightful reality;
Father, may my prayer bring You delight!
By Elaine Hardt ©2001
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Easter Now
Long ago and far away
Jesus rose from the dead, they say.
But that was then
and this is now.
Times are rough and unforgiving;
Getting by is scarcely living.
If there be truth
I must know now.
Pretty words stop short for me;
My soul demands reality.
If I've been blind
open my eyes.
In my honest search I found
a Father's loving arms,
a warm embrace,
eternal prize.
Oh! amazing grace so undeserved
and joy beyond description!
New life is NOW
and yet to be!
—Elaine Hardt ©1991
Jesus rose from the dead, they say.
But that was then
and this is now.
Times are rough and unforgiving;
Getting by is scarcely living.
If there be truth
I must know now.
Pretty words stop short for me;
My soul demands reality.
If I've been blind
open my eyes.
In my honest search I found
a Father's loving arms,
a warm embrace,
eternal prize.
Oh! amazing grace so undeserved
and joy beyond description!
New life is NOW
and yet to be!
—Elaine Hardt ©1991
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