Count on it—God intrudes in glorious and myriad ways.
Joni Eareckson Tada
Light
by Elece Hollis
You are the light outside my window
Streaming in through cobwebbed panes
Bringing truth to free me from
All my dusty shame
You are the light streaming in,
Pure from heaven,
Pulsing its way
Even into the murky and hopeless
Places of my soul.
I have tried to make my own light,
But man-made oil runs out
Flames flicker and die
Through it all,
You are there Jesus,
You light my life.
You help me see the words,
So I can sing!
Just as a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him.
For He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are but dust.”
Psalm 103:13-14
What’s Good About Home! 
He is indeed the Light in such a dark world. Love the picture!
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Nice photo and poem. Where would we be without the light of Jesus!
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What a great thought-provoking photo, Elece. Wonderful poem, too. Especially love the first four lines — dusty shame, what a great way to phrase it.
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Thanks, Rebecca. I took that photo at Silver Dollar City in their old log cabin exhibit. I doubt any real pioneer woman would have allowed it to get that dusty!
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Thanks Martha. Do you recognize that photo from our visit to SDC?
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Thanks Cheryl for the encouragement. I hope that the poem expresses what I was trying to say . The light coming in the window on such a dusty scene inspired the poem/
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