Gathering Flowers
As a child, Gathering flowers in a meadow, I spend these hours By your side, dear Mother. Happily, you kiss each bloom, I offer, playfully, to your lips. Bunching them as a bouquet, I press them into your hands, And you, as mother’s do, Press them to your heart. Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
To Be for Jesus
To Be for Jesus Yours, totally Yours! The wonder of it! To be, so small, A little nobody, And, yet, to hold the gaze Of the Lord of the Universe. It is not for my merit, That You attend my supplication. All I have read, or heard, or done, Fills not a thimble, Yet, straight … Continue reading
Kindling and Sacrifice
Light a fire in my lowly heart That I may love Thee More and more. Accept my straw as kindling. Ignite me as a sacrifice. To be consumed. Breathe on me in the furnace Of your desires For this child of Your creation. Blaze to transform By grace and Thy Holy Spirit, My base metal … Continue reading
