Archive | August 2018

childlike faith

A little child doesn’t let the scientists decide.
Their foolish theories matter not;
He knows the truth inside!

He sees the wonders of the earth —
The grass . . . the sea . . . the sky.
It all makes sense as he believes
That God’s the reason why.

It’s only as we grow in age
And leave the days of youth
That we will strain and wrestle
And deny authentic truth.

The teachings of the learned
Tell us nothing comes from nought,
And somehow, wrapped in lofty speech,
Lies are the gospel we’re taught.

Still, God keeps on pursuing
And speaks in various ways;
He shouts in storms and thunderings ~
And whispers in a million ways.

The sights that thrilled us as mere babes
Are still before our eyes;
He has not left us clueless,
Though He’s often in disguise.

So open up your heart to God
And seek Him while you may;
Believe as a little child ~
Jesus is the one, true Way!

Poem by Connie Faust
Photo by Jean Pike

When thou saidst,
“Seek my face!”
my heart said unto thee:
“Thy face, LORD, will I seek”

In Remembrance

In Remembrance

In remembrance of Me, eat this bread.
In remembrance of Me, drink this wine.
In remembrance of Me, pray for the time
When God’s will is done.

In remembrance of Me, heal the sick.
In remembrance of Me, feed the poor.
In remembrance of Me, open the door
And let your brother in.

Take, eat, and be comforted;
Drink and remember too,
That this is My body and precious blood
shed for you, shed for you.

In remembrance of Me, always love.
In remembrance of Me, search for truth.
In remembrance of Me, don’t look above,
But in your heart look in your heart for God.

Do this in remembrance of Me.

Hymn: Ragan Courtney (1972)
Music: Buryl Red
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo Marge McCoy