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Psalm 91 in Rhyme

Psalm 91

I dwell in your shelter, O Most High Go
And Take comfort in your shade

You are my cover, my fort from danger
Of disease I’m not afraid

I am safe within your shelte
Protected by your might

Your faithfulness surrounds me
From your shelter I’ll not take flight

With you no fear in darkness
No terror in day I find

I’m not afraid of night-time noise
Or fear I’ll lose my mind

Although I see fallen comrades
And many they shall be

I know your hand protects me
Their plight shall not touch me

I’ll only see around about
What might have been my fate

And feel again your shelter
From wanton lusts and hate

No wicked thing will touch me
No illness near my home

For angels hover ore’ me
I’ll never be alone

They lift me up, they help me soar
Above the hardened clay

I’ll even tame the animals
They’ll not disturb my day

These blessings, though they’re many
Are mine from your great love

Because I know my Father
Who calls me from above

I know your hand will guide me
Rescue and uphold

My whole life long, you’ll be my song
Till heaven I behold

Ava Zettel

2005

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What is Thanksgiving to You?

What is Thanksgiving-Blog

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November 20, 2015 · 7:26 PM

Happy 42nd Anniversary!

Happy 42nd Anniversary

Happy 42nd Anniversary – 2015

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July 13, 2015 · 9:44 PM

My Moral Compass – God’s Word!

My Moral Compass

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In Honor of Rick Zettel – Memorial Poem

In Memory of Rick Zettel Poem Card

 

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Another Poem from my Sister Ruth

My sister Ruth has MS and she heard about this woman who also suffered with this debilitating disease.  Ruth was able to share this poem with her before the woman passed away.  Sometimes God blesses us with a talent that can be used to lift another person’s burden and I believe Ruth used her talent well – to the praise and glory of the Lord.  This woman’s only means of communication was by blinking her eyes.  Ruth said that on her own toughest days with MS she remembers this woman and her poem and thanks God that she had the opportunity to speak into her life.

 I Spoke For Her

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Misplaced Children

My Sister Ruth write songs and sings them in a Blues style.  I asked permission to post her most recent lyrics here.

Misplaced Children for Ruthie

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A Conversation With a Friend

Have you had a conversation recently with a friend in distress?  I have.  Sometimes instead of pointing the friend to God I have had the tendency to take their burden upon myself.  I think that’s okay to the degree that it prompts me to pray, to send a note of encouragement or make a call to that friend to say I’m thinking of them.  I’ve made a note-to-self about the burdens of others:

1.  Worry should not be on my agenda  – PRAY instead

2.  Try hard to not be a self-appointed problem solver – PRAY instead

3.  Always be willing to listen and ready to… PRAY

 I sent this poem to my friend in distress and I thought it might be helpful to others as well . . .

Our Conversation

 I said a prayer for you today asking God for grace

For all the things we spoke about, and then I saw your face.

I saw some lines of discontent, a worried deep-lined brow,

A tear or two fell from your eyes and then I wondered how . . .

 How, dear Lord in Heaven, can I lend a helping hand

Here I am so far away it’s not the way I’d planned

 A sweet and quiet whisper said I should not fret or frown

That all things work for good in Him, though things seem upside-down.

 When you, or friends, are in distress turn fretful things to God

For only He can lift us up above earth’s hardened sod

 It may not make the bad in life vanish in thin air

But can make the burden lighter and the problem less to bear.

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“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances,

for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

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When I Was Just a Little Girl . . . take 2

My children used to watch Sesame Street and there was a singer on one day by the name of Buffy Sainte-Marie.  She sang a catchy little tune and I remembered all the words to the chorus, but couldn’t remember the verses.  So, I wrote my own.  Actually, it was a joint effort with my husband, Paul.  I’m sure Buffy Sainte-Marie has a copyright on her tune and song, so I’ll not add the words to the chorus, but our verses, mine and Paul’s, goes like this:

When I was just a little girl I walked a mile to school

Simple things meant a lot, we lived the Golden Rule.

We didn’t have computer games or MTV at home,

And little children weren’t afraid to walk the streets alone.

We had a favorite swimmin’ hole just down the road from school,

and all the kids would gather there, we didn’t need a pool!

Sundays were for worship, set aside for rest,

and when we had a job to do we always did out best.

My grandchildren like it, especially Kirsten, who even asked me to play my guitar and sing it for her friends, and she was 12!  That was very special to me, but then, so is Kirsten.

Kirsten

Our trip to Michigan in 2013

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When I Was Just a Little Girl . . .

I realized my need for a Savior and knew I was a sinner at the age of 10. I had heard it preached at church and in addition, my mother and father both modeled a Christ-like life in our home. That year a wonderful little woman, Sister Lore, came as an evangelist to the children. She had suffered from polio so she was unusual, to my 10-year old mind, in that she walked with support from crutches attached to her arms. She was short, plump, grandmotherly in manner, and had gray hair pulled up tightly in a bun on the top of her head.

When she asked if anyone wanted to receive Jesus Christ into their heart as their Savior I responded – I walked up to the front of the church and made my confession of faith. Afterward, so as not to be used as a method of coercion, she offered a gift – the girls received a small tea cup and saucer. I do not recall what the boys received.

I am thankful to say, that after all these 51 years since, I may not know what ever happened to that little teacup and saucer . . . but I still have my salvation and always will!

Many years later I wrote a little song based upon those years of living, learning of and believing in Jesus.  I am including it here.  YES, it’s FREE!!  I no longer have copies so I’ve created a PDF of the song from my old paste-up created in 1980.

The title is The Sweet Sweet Story of Jesus.  I hope you will find it a “sweet” song and share it with the children in your life.

 

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