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STOP THE HOLOCAUST

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 14:55:00 EST

Divinely gifted and appointed,

This little one so small,

Before taking his first breath,

His a call to destiny.

He carries within his tiny frame

A uniqueness of character and personality

Different from all others,

A purpose only he can fulfill.

CLEAN AGAIN

Carol A. Penhorwood — Fri, 23 Mar 2012 00:21:00 EST

Shame became my shadow,

Guilt like heavy chains,

Hypocrisy, a cloud o'er me 

For I confessed Your name.

JOY IN SUBMISSION

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 06:19:00 EST

The center of Your will, Lord,

That's where I want to be,

And if that means I walk through this

Then have Your way with me.

JUST A MOTHER

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 15:16:00 EST

Lord, I am just a mother,

My impact very small,

My world made up of just four walls,

I don't feel ten feet tall.

The world goes on around me

While I just spin my wheels,

The tasks that must be done today,

Tomorrow...same old spiel.

WHATEVER GOD ALLOWS

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 17:38:00 EST

Struggles are a part of life,

They come to one and all,

Viewed as simply discipline,

To holiness they call.

A call to suffer for His name,

If that should be His choice,

A willingness to trust Him,

Whatever...still rejoice.

I WISH THAT YOU WERE MINE

Carol A. Penhorwood — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 09:48:00 EST

Limitless forgiveness

And love that's so sublime,

A whisper to your spirit,

'I wish that you were Mine.'

Regardless of your past mistakes,

Your sin that caused such shame,

Still hear within your spirit,

'I wish that you were Mine.'

THIRSTY FOR MORE

Carol A. Penhorwood — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 09:36:00 EST

God formed me for His pleasure,

Yes, He delights in me,

But a heav'nly blog is what I need,

I've been an absentee.

I know there's something missing,

A restlessness astir,

A longing that I can't express,

Each moment I incur.

NOT FOR SISSIES

Carol A. Penhorwood — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 17:15:00 EST

I could not fill a thimble,

My faith has grown so weak,

Enchained by fear, anxiety,

The future looks so bleak.

Disaster rules the universe,

Each day new headlines scream,

It takes a mighty leap of faith

To rise from nightly dreams.

YET A LITTLE WHILE

Carol A. Penhorwood — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 15:07:00 EST

We cannot see the life ahead,

We only see what's lost,

We do not see the gains to be,

We simply feel the cost.

Feeling secure in what has been,

The changes cause us fear,

Not knowing what the future brings,

We cling to what's most dear.

FORGIVEN BUT SCARRED

Carol A. Penhorwood — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 20:35:00 EST

The scarring oft the punishment

For sins that have long passed,

Though sin's removed by grace of God

The shame and grieving last.

And though repentance is sincere,

And God's forgiveness real,

Memories often swamp the mind

And peace of mind they steal.

LOOKING BEYOND WHAT I SEE

Carol A. Penhorwood — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 20:31:00 EST

It's certainly not as expected,

Living each day with pain,

Struggling to function, too weary to move,

Day after day just the same.

I thought I'd be active and busy,

Accomplishing feats in God's name,

Living and working in deed and in word,

Advancing the eternal flame.

SERIOUSLY BLESSED

Carol A. Penhorwood — Sun, 15 May 2011 12:30:00 EST

I'm blessed, yes, I'm seriously blessed

Though days are oft shadowed with pain,

For God can still use me whatever my state,

No life in Him e'er lived in vain.

How can I color my words

To speak of the joy that it brings,

To know I am useful whatever my state,

Lifted up on eternity's wings?

ONE LITTLE EMBER

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 16:11:00 EST

Standing naked in my spirit,

I admit my need for You,

What was flames now more like embers,

Times with You have grown too few.

I remember burning brightly

Basking in Your love outpoured,

Living daily in Your presence,

Finding joy once more restored.

IN THE MIRROR

Carol A. Penhorwood — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 18:40:00 EST

I look in the mirror

But I don't see

The face that's looking

Back at me.

I thought I would be different,

I thought the pain would show,

But as I look into the mirror,

No one would ever know.

CONSUMING THOUGHTS

Carol A. Penhorwood — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 08:50:00 EST

No longer will they matter

Consuming thoughts of mind,

On doubts, on fears, anxieties

My feasting soul has dined.

'Do not be afraid, little flock...'

The lack of self assurance,

The fight to be of worth,

One day, at last, I'll truly know

The value of my birth.

'Do not be afraid, for I know...'

THE YEARS WE WOULD FORGET

Carol A. Penhorwood — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 21:02:00 EST

Those troubled years

Of fear and want

When jobs were few

And pockets light

One in four

Employed

Waves of suicide common

Hope died

BEYOND REQUESTS

Carol A. Penhorwood — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 23:20:00 EST

Pause to admire God's handiwork,

The beauty of each day,

The gifts He has bestowed on us

To feed the soul's bouquet.

Beyond provision of our needs

With beauty we are blessed,

With wonder we behold it all...

Creation finely dressed.

WHAT WILL IT TAKE?

Carol A. Penhorwood — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 11:55:00 EST

It happens, oh, so rarely

We join our voice as one,

The people band together

Demanding something done.

It happens, oh, so rarely

Americans agree,

And lifting a united voice

Our freedoms we decree.

FACE TO FACE

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 19:04:00 EST

Face to face I want to ask Him,

Why He has allowed such pain,

Why the children have to suffer,

Hoping one day He'll explain.

Face to face I'll ask my questions,

Face to face all hurts He'll heal,

All confusion and frustration,

When before His feet I kneel.

THE HEART MEETS JESUS

Carol A. Penhorwood — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 22:59:00 EST

I encountered Jesus,

His love poured through my soul,

He let me know He knew it all

And then He made me whole.

I felt His love surround me,

He spoke to all my fears,

He even knew my deepest need,

The reason for my tears.

MY LITTLE CORNER

Carol A. Penhorwood — Sat, 08 Jan 2011 13:44:00 EST

I love my little corner,

I feel so safe when there,

But constantly You pull me out

Where people stand and stare.

HEART TO HEART

Carol A. Penhorwood — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 22:07:00 EST

I knew the warmth of Your embrace,

You called me by my name,

I've felt the presence of Your touch,

I'll never be the same.

Nestled securely in Your arms,

Your heart beats close to mine,

To hold me safely next to You,

Your promise, Your design.

PROVISION PROVIDED

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 20:58:00 EST

Already provided,

The source remains unseen,

But God is our supplier,

Our needs have been foreseen.

Sometimes we can be blinded,

Our need seems, oh, so great,

And yet provision He's arranged

We don't appropriate.

THE TREASURES OF CHRISTMAS

Carol A. Penhorwood — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 07:31:00 EST

The treasures of Christmas

Aren't found 'neath the tree,

They're found in the stillness

Within you and me.

God's Son sent to offer

Forgiveness of sin,

The gift of His presence,

His Spirit within.