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Please welcome my rl friend and church member to the site. I am proud to have her join me. She was a teacher and continues to be a inspiration.

Thank you Bunnie.

The Son of Jerusalem (Isaiah 53)

Up springs the sainted sapling,
Rising out of ragged root,
Planted in an arid land,
Neglected as naught,
They despise, reject him—
Such little account,
And wound him—for us.

He makes us whole,
Brings us Shalom,
Saves us from ourselves.

What insult does he suffer?
What judgment will he know?
What grave will hinder him?
What justice takes him home?

The Light beams forth from darkness—
No sin can thrive
For Jesus lives
As Savior for all.
    --Bunnie Bryant

 

 

The Voice  

                 (Psalm 46:10)                    
I heard it first in morning whisper,
Once, twice,
It grew to guttural—
Instances measured by perfect beat.
From the high-hilled treetops,
It soon swooped down
In a rush of woeful wail
Into the depths of dale.
There it scanned the river,
Tossing its head
Midst pebbles and reeds,
And drooped at my feet.

Then, but a whistle,
It swirled in a spiral
Came surging about me—
Synergy of breath and wind
Enraptured with hope—
Out of my stillness,
It captured my soul,
 And bid me to rest
Within its calm—
For a long night’s sleep
Into home.
    --Bunnie Bryant




Surrender

If giving up means calling on Jesus then I surrender
I've given up so many times only to find your love draws me back with its splender

This world is so full of Imperfect things I lean on
And yet your love that is made perfect I turn away from

You show your love for me and its unexplainable
It's love so bright, it outshines the usual

Sometimes I fall so hard, I crack the pavement
Yet I don't understand how you can still use me as your instrument

You give me words to benefit others needs
but those same words I should be taken in to feed

I tell people "don't give up", "it will be okay"
When I'm always on the verge of giving up everyday

Am I like that person in the bible who could heal people, but not his own
Or am I bound to roam this earth with questions unknown

I've noticed when people are on the verge of giving up, they call to you
So if giving up means calling on Jesus, then I surrender too!

        ERICA GONZALES



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