The great ones are leaving
One by one
Would that we will have done as much
When our last days are done.
Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,
Alma L. Jones
Christian Poet & Author
The great ones are leaving
One by one
Would that we will have done as much
When our last days are done.
In my work for God
I have to be bold
So, I go where I am sent
And I do what I am told.
Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to do service for the sake of them that shall inherit salvation? (Hebrews 1:14, ASV)
God’s love surrounds us in ways we
Do not often think about
But His love is with us nonetheless
In the “ministering spirits that be.”
I’m thankful for His ministrations
On my behalf and often tell Him so
In fact, I speak my thanks and praise
To all who listen everywhere I go.
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Who has seen the wind
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
(Christina Rossetti, 1830-1894)
Father, this little speck of dust wants to thank You and praise You for You. You have been carrying me for a good many years and I thank You. Even when I did not do as I should have, you blessed me anyway and for that I thank You. You love me with a love that is indescribable and for that, I shout to the world about You. I shout so that I have invited some of my blog readers to join me in this prayer of thanksgiving and praise.
I will not make this a prolonged prayer, but I wanted to finish it up by telling You that I am proud to serve You. Here is a poem to finish my prayer:
Thank You for everything, especially for the
"Care packages " that You have sent to me over the years
That put a new smile on my face and stars back in my eyes
To the extent that they showed through my tears
And to the extent that the tears of pain and sorrow
Became tears of relief and joy as only a care package
Receiver can know.
You are awesome Lord, and I just wanted to tell You so.
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From a speck of dust to the Creator of us all,
Alma L. Jones
Today, was a difficult challenge while going through some of my Mother's things.
Mrs. Alma Louise Jones, I found your book of poetry on her nightstand. Marked at this very page.
It was almost as if it was there.. meant for me.
Thank you for your beautiful words and works, but thank you for being the limb that I was able to grab a hold of. 😊❤
I’m glad that I was given that poem to write and glad that the book was marked on the page it was. You know there is no such thing as coincidence, don’t you? I’d like to think that the Lord orchestrates people and events in our lives to deliver just what we need in a given moment. I call these moments or times, care packages from heaven tailor made just for the recipient. The Lord sent you a gentle reminder of His love for you. Be blessed even more, sweet ——-!
The biggest question has to be, why
It seeks the answer to reasons that
Make men laugh or cry.
It is a question that men have asked
Down through the ages and yet
Often when the answer is supplied
Up pops the natural successor, how
But, I have learned to be satisfied with, when
Because it answers the question as to what
Will be and to what has been
Wonder when that will be enough for mortal men?
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He was responsible for my beginning
And has already set in place the date for my ending
I just have to get this living and loving thing right
In preparation for the appointment date with, when
And looking forward to or dreading the land that
Has stopped the kiss of time and where through
All eternity my spirit will be spending.
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"I care not," she said
I care not at all
Though she had been pushed until
Her back was against the wall.
I care not, she showed
"I care not," she said
And she took her beleaguered self
On down her appointed road.
Remember Who your Father is
No matter what life throws your way
If your name keeps rolling off of wagging tongues
Keep doing what you are doing for Him
You are His child and He will reward you
For your faithfulness at the end of the day.
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8 Pay heed, you senseless among the people;
And when will you understand, stupid ones?
9 He who planted the ear, [b]does He not hear?
He who formed the eye, [c]does He not see?
17 If the Lord had not been my help,
My soul would soon have dwelt in the abode of silence.
18 If I should say, “My foot has slipped,”
Your lovingkindness, O Lord, will hold me up.
19 When my anxious thoughts multiply within me,
Your consolations delight my soul.
22 But the Lord has been my stronghold,
And my God the rock of my refuge.
Ever Stop to Think?
Do you know or ever stop to think about
Why the words of a song
Seem to play across your emotions
And stroke you from within and without?
Do you know or ever stop to think about
Why a verse from (the Bible), a poem or a famous
Quotation you have heard
Replays itself within your brain
Until you have memorized every word?
Do you know or ever stop to think about
The glory of the CREATOR
Spreading HIS love to you so that
You won’t be undone by the potholes
And stormy trials that you are forced to go through
That these are just sweet reminders
That HE cares much for you?
1 John 3:1-3
Psalm 93
The Lord reigns, He is clothed with majesty;
The Lord has clothed and girded Himself with strength;
2
Your throne is established from of old;
You are from everlasting.
Psalm 96:10 New American Standard Bible (NASB)
10
Say among the nations, “The Lord reigns;
Indeed, the world is firmly established, it will not be moved;...equity.
Psalm 95:3-6 New American Standard Bible (NASB)
3
For the Lord is a great God
And a great King above all gods,
4
In whose hand are the depths of the earth,
The peaks of the mountains are His also.
5
The sea is His, for it was He who made it,
And His hands formed the dry land.
6
Come, let us worship and bow down,
Let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.
Psalm 96:11-13 New American Standard Bible (NASB)
11
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice;
Let the seas roar, and all it contains;
12
Let the field exult, and all that is in it.
Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy
13
Before the Lord, for He is coming,...faithfulness.
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“I Clap My Hands
I clap my hands and praise my Jesus
In spite of how you look at me
So I don't know what he has done for you
But I know what he has brought this child through.
I have traveled over many a weary mile
Over much treacherous terrain
He has stayed my fears and guarded my ways
And let the world know that I am his child.
So when I clap my hands
With your looks, don't censor me
For I praise my Lord for all he has done
And will do, on my continued walk toward eternity.
Hebrews 11:13
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My cousins had their sisters
My friends had theirs, too
But I was forced to make
My walk all alone
But I realized later that
My solitary walk had made me strong.
I was able to reach heights
That only eagles had known
And too, because I was forced to
Tread a lonesome path
I learned to be happy as I
Sang my solitary song
Because I learned that I never
Actually walked alone.
Oftentimes you have all you need if you but recognize that fact.
Jesus, when I fell into the trap that was made for me
You came with me to break my fall, and I thank You
You used the debris of my broken faith that was in shards
Around me to build my foundation anew
And now like the phoenix, I rise just as You told me I would do
So, Lord, thank You for giving me a Momma
Who, though she is gone, taught me
To always stick with and believe in You
Because she knew that You would always bring me through.