On that night in the Judean sky the mystic star dispensed its light, a blind man moved in peaceful sleep and dreamed that he had sight. A lonesome leaper seldom seen had a vision he was clean. When he awoke in morning’s light, he had friends well in sight. On that night in the manger stall, slept child and mother cheek by jaw; a harlot dreamed she was safe and secure because a chosen one had made her pure. Against the black bosomed night diamonds spangled the sky while angels announced the birth of a King. As the light flickered against the walls, the shadow of the cross carved from the beams in the stable loomed over him and he remained under that shadow all his life. From His loom He can fashion the fleece to curtain the couch of the dying and give dignity and peace. I won’t forsake you! Upon the looms of Heaven He weaves the delicate tapestry of the rainbow to glisten against the rolling clouds reflected by the silver lines He laced on the green meadows. The lovely lilys He tacked on the lush green carpet against a backdrop of purple mountains piercing the turquoise sky where set afire by a blazing sun to coat a blue planet with universal light. How can anyone put limits on Him - The Just One. There wasnt room for him in the inn - but on January 5, 1972 room was made or him in my heart. Except one becomes a child; so simple but yet difficult to put you life in someone elses hands. Suffer the little children to come to me and forbid them not! I feel so small and inadequate sometimes and ashamed that I havent done more in life. There are some things that can’t be taken away. One must have a vision! Seize the day! Sam Pickens
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 00:04:08 +0000
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