Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in meAll His wonderful passion and purityO, Thou Spirit Divine, all my nature refineTill the beauty of Jesus me seen in me. Tom Jones and Richard HainsworthWould that the oft troubled Surface of my lifeReflected JesusAs the surface of the lake Reflects the skyIts brightness, its light, its beauty;Not only on... Continue Reading →

To everything there is a season.SolomonSong of wistful notesFar off melody heard in the night,Not, no... just almost heard, Almost found, almost capturedMysterious, hauntingAs a remembered lullaby.

All that I have seen teaches me to trust God for all that I have not seen.UnknownDuring the windy storm-filled nightPine boughs shook brown-sugary needles freeOak trees and maples, willows and aspen shudderedRidding themselves of worn and browned leavesSummer clothes worn and unneeded in winterThey fluttered, scuttered and flew The lake's edge catches and traps The beauties in... Continue Reading →