Archive for August 2016

My Friend

Thankful to be alive and breathing
Immersed in the mizzle
Of a bright yellow rose
The sign of friendship that comes our way
With a gentle reminder
That all is ok
Thankful for You oh Lord
You call me friend
I pray my joy in You O Lord
To overflow
To all my loved ones and friends

May the Lord immerse you in His love today
Shining as bright and beautiful, yellow rose

“Greater love has no one than this,
than someone lay down is life for his friend”
John 15:13

Kelly Sampson Griswold

Tranformed


Sometimes we meet people who may seem very indifferent, aloof and tough.
They may be afraid of closeness, afraid to trust and afraid to feel again.
Their heart may have been broken many times over pushing their true feelings down,
facing the world alone and closing the door on love.

On a intellectual level they may survive keeping everyone and everything at a safe distance.
But the door to their heart is closed tight so no one sees their beauty inside
Deep down they yearn for true love to come their way.
So their prisms of precious little idiosyncraies will shine with their special beauty.

I just want to say “You’re worth more than many sparrows, so run and fly. Be free again|!
Don’t be afraid to start anew.
Leave your pain behind you, where it belongs
Yearn for a love from above that will truly set you free”

The love that heals the broken heart
The love that replaces all past pains
The love of our precious Lord Jesus Christ
It is for all, a gift, free of charge
No strings attached
He loves you, He died for you

Grab it!
Kelly S Griswold

“And we know that all things work together for the good
to those who love Goad and are called according to His purpose”
Romans 8:28

“In this was manifested the love of God toward us,
because that God sent His only begotten Son into the world,
that we might live through Him.
Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us,
and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.”
1 John 4:9-10

The Mending Tree

It seemed the ole guitar had seen it’s day
After one more ride
On the many cold, calloused, bumpy, winter nights
Holding out against the turbulence, as long as it could
The storm was brewing and snapped the bell
Made of wood and boundaries
Maybe It held on a tad too tight
Before It grew a crack, a canyon deep
I looked upon it’s sad sad state
A salve, a luthiers doctoring hand
Fashioned anew with the glue
A bright new song of Jesus love rings out
At the end of the line, from that very same bridge; the sun broke through it’s maple wood curled
A new sound stage, had now unfurled
I never was good at saying goodbye
The mended bell…
Always will be
Kelly S Griswold