THAT SAVING BREEZE

June 27, 2003

We are now at the time of the year
When the sun seems to be far too near!
For the heat that one sees
Brings him down to his knees,
And he hopes, as he prays, God will hear.

But at times when we are without ease,
When we have all but worn out our knees,
When we've given all we've got,
Think the Lord hears us not,
We are met with His one saving breeze!

What a time to reflect upon life,
And ask God why He called home my wife,
Left me here all alone,
Without her as my own,
'Tis the worst I have known in human strife.

But at last I arise from my knees,
For my God and my wife brought my ease
As His Spirit spoke and said,
"Orion, Dorothy is not dead!
And with me, sends to you, this saving breeze."

So that breeze blows across my bleeding heart,
Puts in place that which once was blown apart,
Puts a spring in my step,
Fills my soul with holy pep,
And once more she helps me make a start.

REFLECTION ON MY ACHING HEART

June 19, 2003

The reason that I mentioned first
The ache that's in my heart
Is that it aches far the worst,
And seems to make the others start.

So I must follow her advice,
"Fix my thoughts on other's need",
Toss away the heat and ice,
So healing help can then proceed.

By His own pain our Savior grew
In human heart and mind,
To be the God that we all knew,
And sought to be His kind.

So if our Lord endured the Cross,
And counted it but gain,
How can I then turn and toss
And criticize my pain???

ACHING HEART

June 18, 2003

Aching shoulder, aching knee,
Aching back, and aching heart.
It's hard for me to even see
How on earth to make a start.

For many years you soothed my pain
With gentle hands while we talked,
Or if massage appeared in vain,
You listened while we walked.

And sparingly you gave advice,
Which always seemed so wise to me;
It did far more than heat, than ice,
To cure my aches and set me free.

But now, at night, when all alone,
There are those aches I cannot reach;
Heart, muscle, joint and bone;
All have aches I can't impeach.

I knew full well throughout our years
That when life's end caused us to part,
That missing you would bring these tears;
But thought that God would heal my heart.

I guess He has in many ways;
Sometimes I'm weak; sometimes I'm strong;
There are some good, and some bad days,
And other days just move along.

But this I know, which cheers me so,
That every day moves toward that time
When God tells me, "IT'S TIME TO GO!"
A perfect ending for life's rhyme.

I'll see you then, in all your glory,
A bride adorned to meet her man,
Unfolding that eternal story,
Which man can't write, but God Can.

And so the question comes to me,
As I await that golden day,
"Who would you now have me be,
Have me do; have me say?"

Your answer floats upon the breeze:
"Reach out to others now in grief,
And God will give you much more ease,
So, share with them your firm belief."