Archive for April 2015

Pondering On the Porch

“Truth shall spring from the earth and righteousness shall look down
From Heaven”
Psalm 115:11
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Pondering on the porch
Taking in Gods Wonder.
Springtime crocus
Consistent cycles
Moving constants
Fresh air breezes
Experiencing God is to merely look
And gaze upon His Magnificence.
To see the ground give forth it’s fruit. To hear a baby bird echo for it’s Mother. From the heavens God’s word speaks through our hearts.
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Life … All things were created by Jesus
And He said …
“I am the way, the truth and the light. No man cometh to the Father, except through me”
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Wishing you a Sunny Sunday friend
Springing forth for you, A New Day
Filled with His Perfect love just for you k

Sweet Dreams

Dear Heavenly Father
We thank You for the nighttime
The shutting of the shades
Pillow soft upon our head
As heavy eyelids close we rest
Where stresses of the day do fade
Upon a midnight star
Shining above a feather bed of down
In Your mercy we are clothed
Rock us now to deepened sleep
And with sweet dreams
Keep us there
Where Your simple peace abides
And the stresses of the day, gone
Neath Your watchful eye, repose
Refresh our body, spirit, mind
Encompass us roundabout
Myriad angels drawn from Your side
Mellifluous, the song we hear
As we rest secure in You
Safe and warm till break of Dawn

Kelly Sampson Griswold
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Night friend, rest well k

Love Surely Turns The Tide

“And we know, All things work together, for the good, for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.”
Romans 8-28
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All that we endure
Has a purpose and a time
And you are more than conquerer
Through Christ’s strength deep inside
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Sometimes we don’t see things clearly
In our feeble finite mind
The glass is dimly lit
But it need not ever blind
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Holy Spirit illuminate
Hope the higher ground
With God forever by Your side
Love surely turns the tide
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Kg. morning song

You

Never be tossed to and fro
By the winds and the waves
It’s your time to be ocean
Because you are your own kind of special
Your identity is golden in Christ
And more importantly
You are always Gods favorite
Never inferior
You are you
Floating freely in who Christ has made
And wants to Complete
We know that life is a Marathon
Wadding in the deep waters
With crashing waves, pounding the rocking shores
Pains and sufferings that make us want to give up
Your determination in Christ is your Victory song.
Your endurance to finish the regal regatta that God has Planned in you!
Don’t let anything sway you
It’s your time to be ocean!
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Kelly Sampson Griswold

Special Treasures

Special treasures tucked away
Locked up tight and out of sight
Like zipped lips, key thrown away
Surrupticiously they lay
Hidden well, perfectly placed
So safe and sound; ne’er to be found
Special treasures they should glow
Special treasures where’d they go!
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Kelly S Griswold
Special Treasures

Time For Healing

If we could have just one more session
All the pains to cry their blessin
Lookin for love …
Bookin for love …
Time to fly … Again …
For why oh why, or just who knew
Beats a branding on the brow
To heal is all that matters now
You never needed that confession
Forgiveness obliterates obsession
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Kg. 15
Past hurts
God cares

Smokey Bites from my friend Bernie – London, England

“IN THE WORKING MOOD. SOME DAYS I FIND MYSELF DRIVING AROUND LONDON FOR UP TO 6 HOURS DOING DELIVERIES IN THIS VAN.
I SWITCH ON TO: Kelly S Griswold’s MUSIC N THAT FULFILS ME. I LOVE THE ‘DREAM WORLD, I GOT TO LET GO’, KELLY.
Brenadette_GeorgeI OFTEN SAY TO MYSELF, ‘HERE WE GO KELLY ON MY ROUNDS’. KELLY, YOU ARE WITH ME DAILY, ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM STRESSED.”

Jesus, Softer Than the Falling Rain

“Jesus” softer than the falling rain
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Precious there, a broken heart
Ne’r a weakness to impart
Tis strength disguised, in humble gates
Where artful waves of streaming tears
Learn to lose, because of love
Softer than the falling rain
True Love gains and lives again
Where new dreams doth emerge and call
And fill the hollow, healed in grace
The island is not merely lone
When water all around it’s sides
Keeps it buffered for a time
Until the island meets it’s form
Where substance of our faith is born
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Kelly S Griswold