Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Letter From Calvary


Love letters written in Words of red
This is My Body which is given for you
Are the most beautiful words ever said

To love me and be so ready to forgive
No matter if I fail Him in every way
Tender eyes look upon me, and I live

Though I do wrong and sometimes sway
And shame fills my soul with anguish
He sends His love for me, always, always

Blood from the wounds He took for me
Wrote a letter on every page of the Book
Love, was finished on a hill called Calvary

No path will ever take me far enough astray
That He won’t know my every footstep
And send His love for me always, always !
Judy Wilson
July 20, 2010

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The Way Maker


The Way Maker, O’ The Way Maker
Leaves straight, the path to follow
He has crossed from death to life
His promises are not vain or hollow

Sometimes the valleys seem canyons
High walls that you can’t climb alone
Blue sky’s, so far off and out of reach
Not a foothold, doubts lies, bemoan

In the Lord, put I my trust and refuge
Then comes faith, God’s small seed
The Way Maker, O’ The Way Maker
Lifter of mine head, see’s to my need

Attentive to my cry, hearing my prayer
Forging hope in peoples of the earth
Helping us to become good travelers
Leaving despair, ere, blooms of rebirth

The Way Maker, O’ The Way Maker !
Redeemer of life and my new home
I will love Thee, O Lord my strength
My Father, forever, my Birth Stone !

Judy L Wilson

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Maude's Chariot


I was just nine and he was only seven
He was covered with freckles, me a few
Oh the temptation of grandpa’s old slide
Old Maude was hitched and we just knew

We stepped up onto our wooden chariot
No wheels, it just slid along the ground
Giddy up, giddy up, yon faithful steed !
Away we went with the speed of sound

Mama came running, screaming loud
The old gray mare had left a clear trail
Over the corn, and through a wire fence
By then, we were looking, kind of pale

What a wild ride for such little kids
By then brother had dropped the reins
If I told the truth, oh what fun we had
O’ there was going to be aches and pains

She came to a stop in widow Tarver’s lane
Mama had taken every step Maudey trod
She didn’t curse or say anything profane
Just something bad about sparing the rod !

Judy Wilson
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Giddy up Maudey !!