November 17, 2009 at 08:50
God is watching.
God Is Smiling
God is smiling down on you
At all the good you say and do.
You may not know exactly why
He smiles on you from on high,
But nevertheless it is true:
He is pleased with the good you do.
Perhaps it was just your smile
That helped someone go another mile,
Or maye it was the call you made
That helped their faith not to fade.
Perhaps it was your listening ear
That helped another to draw near.
God is watching you every day,
All you do and all that you say.
You may see what you did not do
But He see the level of difficulty too.
He knows the plce where love starts
Deep in the recesses of your heart.
14 Nov 2009 Suzanne Halliday
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November 16, 2009 at 09:59
With God all things are possible.
The below poem was written yesterday morning because my blood sugar was a little high. I humbly prayed for the Spirit to sweep me from my feet to my toes and that I would feel the Spirit. I prayed for every cell to be cleansed by the Spirit. The Spirit did sweep me and my blood sugar dropped 20 points.
What The Lord Can Do
It is amazing what the Lord can do.
When He touches your very soul,
He can make every cell feel new
And leave you pure and whole.
He can touch your dry barren earth
Where nothing now seems to grow
And give it a wonderful new birth
That eternal waters of life may flow.
He can send His Spirit to touch you
From your feet to the top of your head.
And every cell within sweep anew.
By His Almighty hand you can be led.
Every bitter memory He can set free
So all that is good and true may rise:
For He hears your every heartfelt plea
And can lift you to the glory of the skies.
It is amazing what the Lord can do
To turn your life completely around.
He can give you a brand new view
And lift your eyes off the ground.
15 Nov 2009 Suzanne Halliday
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September 18, 2009 at 06:26
A Poem With a Story
"Be Still" Psalm 46:10
Oh, that time of inward still
When all around you is thrill,
But within there is no noise at all,
So you can hear the Spirit's call.
Even when He does not speak,
You can feel the love you seek.
You may not hear His voice,
But His love is cause to rejoice.
It is a special time so very sweet
Where you can kneel at His feet,
If only in your soul of souls,
A place where He can make you whole.
Then He can whilsper in your ear
Of a deep love so very dear.
It is then deep can speak to deep,
And let His word within you seep.
"Be still, and know that I am God:"
With His word let your feet be shod.
Hear with joy and gladness His voice
That your broken bones may rejoice.
18 Sep 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Psalm 46:10, Psalm 42:4 and 51:8
This poem has a story. Last night while on the phones my house was very noisy, full of children and a dog. The phones themselves were very quiet. The Spirit entered my heart and my room. There was no real conversation but I was filled with undescribable feelings. For weeks now I have been pondering Psalm 42:7, "Deep calleth unto deep". I knew it belonged in the fourth stanza. When I got to the last stanza I had my scriptures open to Psalm 46:10. While I was writing, a breeze blew the pages to Psalm 51:8 and I knew I had to include that line about broken bones rejoicing.
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September 17, 2009 at 08:36
Somedays
Every Morning
Somedays we might walk very slow
And other days run all day long.
But everyday His love we may know
And in our heart sing His song.
Somedays we maybe very tired
And cannot make our feet move.
Other days we might be wired
And cannot find the right groove.
But no matter how we may feel
In the morning His arm will be there
To catch us quickly when we reel
And His message to us declare.
No matter what the kind of day
God will send a cloud to guide
So we might clearly see the way
And forever in His love abide.
17 Sep 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Exodus 13:21, "And the Lord went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way;"
Isaiah 33:2, O Lord, be gracious unto us; we have waited for thee; be thou their arm every morning, our salvation also in the time of trouble."
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September 15, 2009 at 12:53
Growing old
I have been looking around my house at all the things I cannot do very well anymore. I have to have help from my daughter in laws and my husband at times. I have to measure my energy because there is just not enough to go around a lot of days. But yet God helps me to serve him in many little ways everyday and I know I am of great worth to Him no matter how old I get. All of this pondering brought the following poem:
Growing Old in the Lord
So many things you cannot do
As the years go marching by,
But God will see you through
And will hear your every cry.
If you grow old in the Lord,
His fruit you will always bear.
He will give you your reward
And answer your fervent prayer.
Maybe you can't sweep the floor
But you can serve in other ways.
God will open for you a door
To serve Him all your days.
When autumn leaves fall on you
Or winter touches your brow,
God has something for you to do
And He will show you how.
He has promised to carry you
And all your burdens bear.
He will your strength renew
And lift you from despair.
15 Sep 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Isaiah 46:4, "And even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you; I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and
will deliver you." Psalms 92:14, "They shall bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing."
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August 23, 2009 at 12:18
"Choose you this day..."
Joshua 24:15, "Choose you this day whom you will serve....But as for me and my house we will serve the Lord."
Since I wrote the poem about praying each day to see God's hand in our lives, I have been noticing that observing God's hand in my life everyday and acknowledging it, does indeed change my world. My trials are still there but because I see God's hand and acknowledge it, I have His presence with me. Today as we visited the Florissant Fossil Beds National Monument, I thought about how choosing this changes my world. Words began to come to me as we walked the streets of Manitou Springs. I had a pen but no paper so I wrote the poem on the back of 2 grocery slips.
You can choose a world
Where scriptures are unfurled.
You can choose to pray
And follow Christ's way.
You can enter His world
Where love is unfurled.
You can truth employ
And find true joy.
You can find a new world
Where grace is unfurled.
You can choose God's treasure
And receive a full measure.
22 Aug 2009 Suzanne Halliday
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August 21, 2009 at 02:35
Blessings Through Trials
"Hold on thy way"
"Hold on thy way";
Be faithful everyday.
Stand firm; be bold.
You are of God's fold.
Depite the trial
And men that rile,
If faithful you be,
God will be with thee.
God is on his throne;
"Thy days are known".
Do not man fear
For thy God is near.
Remember God;
His pathway trod.
"God shall be with you."
He will see you through.
21 Aug 2009 Suzanne Halliday
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August 18, 2009 at 09:55
"God's hand in all things'
God's hand is around each of us everyday but it is up to us to pray to be able to see it. If we get caught up in wondering why our big prayers have not been answered or in wanting to do everything without God's help, we might miss seeing how He is blessing us each day. We might forget to daily pray to see his hand in our lives. We see things in a different light when we see "God's hand in all things."
God's Hand
In some simple way
God is there every day.
His hand directs aright
And gives us insight.
But often we are blind
Because things cloud our mind.
We forget to pray
To see His hand today.
His hand is always there
Extending His loving care.
Even when we do not see
He aides you and me.
Praying to see His hand
And His word to understand
Opens to us a new world
Where His glory is unfurled.
Trust He answers prayer;
Look for His loving care.
You will know His face
And be filled with His grace.
18 August 2009 Suzanne Halliday
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August 15, 2009 at 04:37
Lord, Grant Me Grace
Lord, hold my hand;
Help me me to understand.
Lead me in your way;
Guide me day by day.
Open my eyes to see
All you want me to be..
Lord, grant me grace
To run daily this race.
Help me grow line upon line
And become more divine.
Open my eyes to see
All you want me to be.
In the dark night
Be thou my light.
Open the heavens above
And pour out thy love.
Open my eyes to see
All you want me to be.
Lord, grant me grace
To make better the place
Where I am today.
Keep me in thy way.
Open my eyes to see
All you want me to be.
14 Aug 2009 Suzanne Halliday
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August 04, 2009 at 12:17
Being A Shepherd
Sometimes way before I write a poem, I began to struggle and life gets very painful. At the time I do not realize what is happening until the poem is born. It is like giving birth and it is not always easy. Last week was extremely frustrating and trying. I did a lot of praying because I did not know what was going on until tonight when the poem was born. When I finished, I cried.
A Shepherd
Were you His shepherd today?
Did you show the sheep the way?
Did you search diligently for the lost
And look for all the tempest tossed?
Did you look for one who went astray?
For her or him did you kneel to pray?
Did your heart pour out for them all
That they might not stumble or fall?
Did you encourage each lamb today
And praise him when he did okay?
Did you plant love's little seed
And pull out each selfish weed?
If you do your very best each day
In keeping His sheep from going astray,
Then He will say to you, "Well, done
My good and faithful daughter or son."
3 August 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Matthew 25:21 "His Lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of the Lord."
I have been humming the hymn: "I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go", off and on since yesterday and tonight the words began to flow. Then as I was writing the poem the hymn "Have I Done Any Good?" began coming to me. "Have I done any good in the world today? Have I helped anyone in need? Have I cheered up the sad and made someone feel glad? If not, I have failed indeed. Has anyone's burden been lighter today Because I was willing to share? Have the sick and the weary been helped on their way? When they needed my help was I there? Then wake up and do something more Than dream of your mansion above. Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure, A blessing of duty and love."
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