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ByJudye

The End Of The Rainbow

My son & I discovered the end of the rainbow one day.

He must have been about 12 yrs. old. We were driving toward Murray, KY after a spring rain & I noticed the end of the rainbow had to be fairly close. We turned down a little country side road & followed as near as we could to where we thought we would reach it.

After rounding several curves, we got to the top of a hill & there it was – just a few feet away. We got close enough to see the water droplets sparkling & reflecting all the misty colors. Just a simple, quiet moment in time.

God’s gifts are that way – not always trumpeted or heralding pompous grandeur – but echoed in a Mom & son’s memory – a wonder of God’s creation shared one day when they decided to venture off the beaten path & take the road less traveled.

I love Him.

ByDiania

Momma’s Hands

These were the hands that rocked me gently

And kept me safe from harm

They gently guided me through life

And sheltered me in the storm

They worked for years to carry the weight

Of what should have been carried by two

They didn’t question the road they went down

They just did what they had to do

They guided my steps through a narrow path

They taught me the way I should go

They planted seeds beyond my reach

And left them for me to sow

I learned John 3:16 before I could read

And to treat others with kindness and care

I knew if I had something you needed

It was left up to me to share

These hands weren’t created for idle work

They were created to show me the way

Though I never knew when these hands grew

They’d wave goodbye someday

As they folded in prayer at an old kitchen chair

Streaks of tears stained a table

For the promise of God was impressed in her heart

And with Him she knew she was able

 

 

 

Written on May 9th, 2012 for Diania’s Mom, whom went to Heaven on May 14th. “Momma” heard the poem and was very pleased. Diania is looking forward to seeing her Mom again, someday. Praise the Lord!

ByDiania

When A Mother Prays

When a mother starts praying
You better step aside
Heaven’s gates will open and
Angels will sing inside

There’s no greater power
Than a mother on her knees
God sees her tears
He will answer her pleas

A child in need of prayer
Is God’s biggest concern
And offering up a prayer
Should be the first lesson we learn

It’s not His desire
To turn us away
He says seek me early
You’ll find me when you pray

A troubled child
Who has gone astray
Will find His way back
And thank you someday

A sick child waiting
For a miracle healing
Will covet your prayers through
The path they’ve been living

What other power
Do you hold in your hands
Anything short of prayer
Simply won’t stand

So fall on your knees
For the sake of your child
Your greatest reward
Will be their smile

You’re holding a gift
Clasped tight in your hand
God gave it to you
Now follow His plan

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A Bedtime Prayer

Now I’ll lay her down to sleep
And pray the Lord her soul He’ll keep
So when the night turns into day
Once again she’ll romp and play

She’ll track some dirt across my floor
With sticky fingers reach for more
She’ll cry and then she’ll laugh so sweet
That’s what makes my life complete

Then the day will be night again
With tired eyes she’ll wonder in
She’ll climb upon my lap to sleep
While I pray the Lord her soul He’ll keep

Written for Kimmy, 1983
by her mother, Lona Walker

 

To learn more about Lona (pronounced like Donna with an “L”) please visit her website at www.lona.org. She has an amazing testimony that you will be nothing but blessed to read about!