Riches Untold

I have an account in heavenly bank,

And for this I only have Jesus to thank:

For He paid the price for an open account,

And now I can cash in for any amount!

When I must repeatedly choose to forgive

The one who destroyed all the life that we live,

I go to God’s bank where there’s riches untold –

Withdraw on Christ’s love, that’s worth much more than gold!

And then a deposit I place in His hand

Of every attempt from the evil one’s band,

To sow seeds of bitterness, anger or fear:

For I before Jesus must have a path clear.

So often it seems that I withdraw on grace,

But yet there is always some more in its place;

The heavenly revenue never depletes,

But needs great or small it repeatedly meets!

And when there’s a load that’s too heavy to bear,

I go to the teller at windows of prayer;

Where Christ the Lord gives me a full cash advance

Of strength that’s sufficient my load to enhance.

He takes a deposit of pain so untold

By grace turns it all into nuggets of gold;

No pain’s ever wasted when placed in His hand:

For He makes investments to use as He’s planned.

Of all that I have Lord, I give You control,

And ask that You work for the best of my soul;

Invest in my life, Lord, as You best can see,

And fit me for life in Your eternity!

-Keturah

Flying With Eagles

When eaglets are falling, attempting to fly,

And plummet with speed from the heights of the sky,

With squawking and flapping they cry out in fear –

Alone and so helpless with no help that’s near.

With breath all abated and desperate eyes keen,

Now swooping beneath them a figure is seen:

The plumage of father they feel at their breast –

Their fall is now broken and comes to sweet rest.

With power and grace does the father bird soar,

Above all the obstacles on the earth’s floor;

On strong eagle wings he then bears them on high,

While calming their spirit and hushing their cry.

He knows the small eagles must learn how to fly:

For that is imperative, else they will die –

He then makes a dive giving them a new chance

To strengthen their wings, that their growth may advance.

Surrender and trust are the wings they must use

To persevere on, and to live they must choose:

Beneath the keen eye of their father in flight,

They exercise trust and press on to new heights.

Just so, does our Heavenly Father lead on,

  While guiding our flight toward hope’s healing dawn;

Each obstacle flees before His loving pow’r,

And He stays beside us each day and each hour!

We must trust our Father to bear us on high,

Surrendering all that restricts from the sky;

His power and love can transform all the pain,

 Creating a vessel of infinite gain!

- Keturah

Fellow Slodiers, Wounded

Life’s a battle, fierce and raging- Good and evil troops at war:

Gallant soldiers pressing forward, midst the warfare thick and sore.

Our Commander Chief is Jesus, to His voice we needs must hark,

If we want to claim the vict’ry- triumph at the finish mark!

Why do Christians shoot their wounded who are injured in life’s fray?

How can they say Christ is in them when they shoot and wound all day?

Why do they down-trod the smitten, strike and gash them o’er & o’er?

Their combatants, pained and damaged, stab & wound them yet some more?

Why are fellow-soldiers battered, judged and treated as the foe?

Why, though shell-shocked, does their squadron launch against them, strike a blow?

How can Christians toil as snipers with their cannons, bombs and dirks?

Shooting down fellow combatants - their Commander’s love they shirk.

For the battle’s not a warfare where with flesh and blood we fight,

But the force and prince of evil shall be conquered by God’s might!

Many soldiers are a-dying in the trenches all alone,

Who are broken, torn and bleeding - at death’s door so very prone.

We cannot afford to shoot them, just because they’re bleeding sore-

Though we know not what they’ve suffered, let us love them yet the more;

For our words are just like bullets when shot out with judgment’s fire

And cause wounds of mortal damage, though their situation’s dire.

Our Commander, what would He do, when a broken life He sees?

Would He kick them from the pathway or just walk away with ease?

When a fellow-soldier, wounded, on life’s battlefield we find-

Waste no time to solve pain’s prelude, but just live Christ’ love - be kind.

- Keturah 

How Precious God's Thought to You

 Before the foundations of earth were e’er laid,

For you in His plan, had the Lord a place made;

He knew all about you before you were formed,

And near to His heart, there His thoughts of you warmed!

He sees the full path that He’s laid out for you,

And just how He’ll use all the things you go through;

His plan for your life is all woven in love,

And He will sustain you with grace from above.

How precious each day are God’s thoughts unto thee-

Which number far more than the sands of the sea;

Although you’re asleep or awake this you’ll find:

Around you His thoughts and His love always wind!

Although dark adversity darkens your path,

Don’t ever assume it is part of God’s wrath,

But be most assured it is God’s divine hand,

Who uses pained trial we don’t understand.

For trials are tools we can welcome with joy,

Designed to build up and to never destroy:

For when to the Lord we yield all of our pain

He transforms it all into undying gain.

Our God specializes in taking your heart,

Which may be so wounded or broken apart;

The dark, bleeding shreds He will take in His hand-

Creating a vessel to use as He’s planned!

He carries you close to His bosom of love

And longs to bring healing and peace like a dove;

He never can fail you – His child you remain,

 


And He, ev’ry step of your life will sustain!

- Keturah