A Veteran Finds Victory & Recognition

I’ve been at war, the soldier said,
And still the battle rages within;
I’ve tried to just get over it
And be victor over sin.

But loneliness has captured me
And erected a tough old shell;
For all I know I’m surely doomed
And headed someday to hell.

But today someone has shown me care
And pointed me to the Lord,
So tentatively I’m praying to Him
And ready to cut that stubborn cord.

Devil, it’s you who kept me bound!
It seemed self-preservation,
But now I take a daring step
And accept Jesus and salvation.

God, You know I need acceptance
And You alone can make the way;
So no more frowns and ups and downs,
I’m a new person starting today!

By Elaine Hardt ©2006

A God So Big

A God so big and powerful; He created everything there is!
A God like that is scary!
A mere human cannot begin to understand Him or eternity,
And that mere human is me.

A God so small and vulnerable; baby born of a virgin
Lived as a mere man;
He was here on this insignificant planet Earth,
And that fact intrigues me.

A God awesome and holy; He knows about me,
Overwhelming that He even cares.
He made Himself known; He spoke to humans,
He made the only Way there could ever be.

A God so big that it’s scary;
A huge Unknown awaits us when we die.
The Bible tells about God and sin and forgiveness.
Thank you, Jesus for showing love we cannot deserve or earn;
I receive Your grace and pardon gratefully!

By Elaine Hardt ©2005

Why, Indeed!

Why be thankful when you can complain;
A little less/more sunshine, a little less/more rain.
Bankroll could be fatter, the garden more green;
Less crime in the cities, more decency seen.

Bald men need hair, more manners for youth;
Less bad news on TV, a lot more truth.
We’d like more new stuff, thanks to technology;
Where God fits in is getting harder to see.

Postpone old age so good people won’t die;
Not sure about the Bible, wish babies didn’t cry.
God, if You’re listening I’m sure in a muddle;
Complaining has stirred up a whole lot of trouble.

I really don’t want to grow crabby and such;
I sure could use a Thanksgiving touch.
I’m sick and tired of being depressed;
Lord, come into my heart; I really need Your rest.

So this is me, saying I’d like a new start
Show me how to live with a thankful heart.
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By Elaine Hardt ©2000

Wondering . . .

What will our Father do
through me, through you?
What new adventure lies ahead
when we’re obedient, as His Word said?

What ways will He use
if faith is what we choose?
Who will He bless through our talk?
Who will He bless through our daily walk?

When we lay aside thoughts somber and gray,
welcome God’s glorious love today,
listen, obey, as He’s telling us to,
what in the world will our Father do?

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by Elaine Hardt ©1997