When Angels Visit
When angels visit, we may not see them in their light
But they are here among us, alive, vivid and bright
Watching, helping, caring, praying true
They are sent here from heaven to watch over me & you
As we allow their essence to penetrate our beings
A clearer sense of living comes and greater sight for seeing
If we will but open up our spiritual eyes
We may find, they have given us our own wings to rise
Written By: Deborah Finneran Copyright © 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
A Heart at Peace
A Heart at Peace
Give, to receive love...
Forgive & bless instead of condemn…
Our hearts need to be free of war…
For it is God only, to be the judge of men!
Written By: Deborah Finneran, Copyright © 2013
The Snow Flake
The snowflake, so beautiful and refined
Its divine sparkle, created by “The Master” of mine
Christ is the Master of whom I speak
He is “The Master” of you and me
He creates the snowflakes in His own way
Just as He creates each of us from day to day
He cuts, snips and fashions His different grand designs
Sometimes we’ll miss it, if we don’t stop to look or take our time
But when we look, we’ll see the beauty that He creates
We will marvel & wonder at the snowflakes He makes
Remember, we are like His snowflakes too
He cuts and snips at us & it often hurts it’s true
Yet it’s so royal and splendid what He’s making out of us
If we will just give Him the scissors & in His brilliance trust
We are meant to be shaped, snipped, folded & continually refined
Because once opened up, His glorious creations are all we will find
Written by: Deborah Finneran, Inspired by my dear friend Wendy Davis, Copyright © 2006 No Duplication Authorized
Its divine sparkle, created by “The Master” of mine
Christ is the Master of whom I speak
He is “The Master” of you and me
He creates the snowflakes in His own way
Just as He creates each of us from day to day
He cuts, snips and fashions His different grand designs
Sometimes we’ll miss it, if we don’t stop to look or take our time
But when we look, we’ll see the beauty that He creates
We will marvel & wonder at the snowflakes He makes
Remember, we are like His snowflakes too
He cuts and snips at us & it often hurts it’s true
Yet it’s so royal and splendid what He’s making out of us
If we will just give Him the scissors & in His brilliance trust
We are meant to be shaped, snipped, folded & continually refined
Because once opened up, His glorious creations are all we will find
Written by: Deborah Finneran, Inspired by my dear friend Wendy Davis, Copyright © 2006 No Duplication Authorized
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