Accept Me

I am I
Do not change me
condemn me
nor put me down
Accept me for what I am
No...you need not agree with me
But accept me
for I am total in being
I have my faults
I have my guilts
But that is who I am
Perfect I will never be
Allow me to be uninhibited
Do not pressure me into feeling
what I do not feel
Accept me when I am flying high
As I have accepted you when
you were flying high
Do not put me down...nor make
me feel unhappy about me
I am I
and I like being what I am
Me.
- Larry S. Chengges

My God

My God is a God for any season,
because you can go to Him no
matter what the reason.

There is such a thing as a Snow-White Dove
because it is Pure and Holy
Just like My God's undying love.

My God died on the Cross,
so that we wouldn't have
to suffer the loss.

My God was then resurrected,
so that we His children
would not feel rejected.

My God now sits on the throne above,
He is there to remind us that
Heaven is full of Love.

Remember when you are feeling Blue,
just go to My God in prayer
because He will know just
what to do.

A. Scott T.
December 20, 1993

Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child you must wait."

"Wait? You say, wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith, I have asked, and claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry;
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
as my Master replied once again, "You must wait."

So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause the mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want--But, you wouldn't know Me.

You'd not know the depth of My Love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd now learn to trust just by know I'm there;

You'd not know the joy of resting in Me,
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save...(for a start),
But you'd now know the depth of the beat of My Heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Or an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss!! If I lost what I'm doing in you!

So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatness of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answer seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."

Author Unknown

Stepping Stones

The Lord came to me like a dream one day
and asked, "Daughter, why do you sorrow?"
I answered, "Lord, my life is so full of pain,
I can't face one more tomorrow."
The Lord sat down beside me,
And gently took my hand.
He said, "Let Me explain to you
And then you'll understand."
"Each sorrow is a stepping stone
You must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb
is a sorrow that's passed away.
The road of life is a mountainside,
With crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way,
I the Rock, will lend support.

Every stepping stone you climb,
Makes spirit and heart grow strong.
Exercising character and faith,
This road seems painful and long.
The way is paved with stepping stones,
To uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult they aid your way,
To a City paved with gold.
Daughter, I know that you are tired,
For I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply,
But I cleared many stones away.
I left my rock to lift you up
I left behind my story,
To give you the strength to make Your Climb,
To that special place in glory.
And never fear, The Rock is here,
You'll never climb this mount alone
Surmount life's sorrows, continue on
For they are but stepping stones."