Friday, January 4, 2013

This Is Christmas

Can you see the snow fall                         
Alabaster in it's decent
There’s only One whiter
Jesus  our Lord, in His intent

 Can you hear the bells ringing
Christmas is in  the sound
Come and give of your wealth
While peace on earth is found

 Join  in giving out of love
Lead us to keep the belief
Making every day Christmas
Take us back to the thief

 Needing  and knowing
Jesus hanging on the wood
Hung  there for such as He
This ! is Christmas , he understood

 Let  the bells of Grace ring
Taking the Spirit of the cross
Flooding the holiday season
Making Christmas love, not gloss

judy wilson,
november 14, 2012

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Three Candles In The Window

I turned onto the old gravel road
And remembered well the sound
It was time for me to go home
To the little cabin where love abounds 

Snow covered the pines and fence
My eyes were a torrent of feeling
Overflowing with need and haste
Winter would bring spring healing 

On past where the animals sleep
Frozen pond, gleaming in moonlight
Chimney smoke grants a welcome
Almost home, it would be alright 

Peace and comfort caressed my heart
Yet still there was the need to know
Then they appeared glowing bright
Three candles burning in the window 

A welcome back in every flicker
Gladness and delight filled my soul
I knew the love that lived inside
Jesus and Home would make me whole 

Christmas carols came from outside in
Songs of Baby Jesus and warmth of hearth
Brought the gift of redemption
That fell over a lost and breaking heart 

Judy L Wilson
November 27, 2012

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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Beyond My Sight

The storm dominated the view
Defeat and unbelief rode the wind
Gaping jaws stole my fertile ground
For a time, it was not allowed to rescind

God did not stop me from perceiving
I was furled into the angry froth of despair
Nor was taken the unquiet burden
I was stirred and weak in this cheerless lair

Then the eagle came into my apprehension
I could only watch as it flew into action
Flying to and fro before the painful
Showing me truth beyond this bastion

It flew beyond depressions open mouth
I grew faint as it vanished from my sight
Up and over all my defeat and lack of faith
My hope returned , when it flew back


Isaiah 40:31
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

I was allowed to go through this and this poem actually happened to me only a few short months ago. I thought God had turned His back on me and my family and He let me see the eagle find a way beyond my situation. God forgive me, he was there all the time. A big lesson learned over something I thought I already knew… Be ever watchful and pray without ceasing or you can be caught so unaware.

Judy J Wilson
November 18, 2012

Friday, November 2, 2012


When the flower blooms
The little seed matures
Flower of joy with needs like a new born
Bloom from a little sproutlet to a beautiful rose
In the bud, is a secret to be revealed
The cycle is mysterious
Springtime is blooming time

Brianna Hope Thibodeaux
October, 2012

My grand-daughter wrote this at school, it is a seven word poem. What ever that is... Lollll i find i know nothing about writing poetry.... but i think this say's so much..


Sunday, October 14, 2012

From The Bench

The bench sat in the corner
Beneath the ancient old trees
She came to sit in wonder
To watch the falling of His leaves

The wood was all weathered and worn
Dare i sit,will it hold my weight
Deciding to give over to chance
Loving the way it faced the garden gate

He walked with her once there
She will never forget the day
The things that kept her from Him
They had to go they could not stay

She dreaded the winter cold
That would keep her away
From the bench and His falling leaves
  But she knew, He was here to stay
Judy L Wilson
October 14, 2012

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Touch Of The Potter

I would rather be a piece of clay
Placed upon the Potters wheel
Touched by the Masters hands
Than bow to the worlds appeal

Mold me into someone useful
Who doesn't just walk past
And leave the lost and hurting
But a vessel tried and made to last

Place me at His marriage table
Fill me with nothing but New Wine
To be used and poured out again
Needing more from the Living Vine


Just place me upon the Potters wheel
Mold and make of me this day
A servant humble and yielded
Here i am Lord, just a piece of clay

Make of me what You will
I am willing to do all i can
But what i will always remember
Is the touch of the Potters hands

Judy L Wilson
August 4, 2012
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Friday, June 1, 2012

Where Morning Glories Grew

The old cedar fence
Was standing all askew
Falling down in neglect
To me it was brand new

Grasses held the aged wood
Green and yellow in hue
Only beauty caught my eye
Tears ran like dawns first dew

Then i remembered why i came
My only thought was of You
I wanted to see the house
Where the morning glories grew

It ran along the porch rails
Climbed the creaky old swing
Then tumbled upon the roof
To grow as it learned to cling

Similar the color placed in jest
They mocked You as my King
It was the blush of my inheritance
The Blood took away the sting

Few can match the wonder
Of this Vine in full bloom
Like You with arms out stretched
My Morning, My Glory, My Groom

Judy L Wilson
May 31, 2012

Thursday, May 24, 2012

My Need To Weep

The roots grew strong
They grew deep
But that did not stop
My need to weep

I’ve lived my life
Yes, at times it's been hard
Being, took the innocence
I didn't make it unscarred

I could not have been
Or grown to just be
A face among the lost
I didn't, Jesus set me free

He saved my mournful soul
There, is the need for tears
The Friend I found in Him
Is enough, beyond my years

Judy L Wilson
May 24, 2012
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Old Wooden Chair

I sat in the old wooden chair
Shaded by lovely spring leaves
Closing my eyes I began to dream
O' then the glory started to unweave

I was taken way beyond
To where heaven must be
Streets of gold came into view
But they meant nothing to me

I knew before i could see
That He was standing there
I don't know when or even how
I was in the arms of the One so Fair

Home, home, I’ve waited so long
He loved me so much and i could feel
Falling from His arms to His feet
Don't let me wake, this is so real

I think deep down i knew
That i wasn't really there
But soon He would come and take me
From this old wooden chair !!

Judy L Wilson
May 8, 2012

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Look Of Peace

He found her sitting that way
With it clutched  to her chest
A look of peace upon her face
Knowing she was being blessed

Something stirred inside his heart
To know the peace and joy she felt
So he sat quietly in her presence
And something inside began to melt

He thought of a day so long ago
When he held the very same Book
Memories put his hands to the sky
Weeping over what he had forsook

She opened her eyes and saw her love
She knew she would see him that way
Broken and believing in the Lord still
The Potters hand had turned the clay !

Judy L Wilson
April 28, 2012
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