“And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.” Genesis 1:31
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The sweet breath of spring
rises up to greet the
pure, first light of dawn.
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The fields dance,
stirring silent butterflies,
rising to decorate the sky.
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The seas surge and recede,
calling to the waking earth,
It’s a new day!
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Resting there,
receive the gift,
of the innocence born of God,
of the intimacy known with God.
By Linda J. Humes
Written 1/5/98
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Lord, with the gentle fall of snow,
With the opening of a rose,
You have shown Your love for me.
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Then, when the day has turned to nigh’,
When the angels touch the sky,
You have shown Your love for me.
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How could I ever doubt you’re there,
With the wonders that we share,
Everyday and everywhere.
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Lord, keep me humble in my walk,
Let me teach as You have taught,
Show the world how much You care.
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Written as a song on 1991
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, To preach the acceptable year of the Lord. Luke 4:18-19
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Huddled mass, skin and bone,
Family gone, not a home.
Alcohol, to soothe the pain,
Curb the heat, repel the rain.
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The future looks very bleak,
Live day by day, week by week.
Need to change, don’t know how,
Need it bad, need it now.
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Little child, deep inside,
I am here, I am light,
Come to Me,
You’ll be free.
I am Jesus.
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Every night, fight and steal,
Need the drugs, need to deal.
Seated deep, anger hides,
Worthlessness, fear inside.
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Drugs help forget, take you high,
Just for today, it’s gone tonight.
Have to stop, too much strife,
I want to love, I want a life.
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Little child, deep inside,
I am here, I am light,
Come to Me,
You’ll be free.
I am Jesus.
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Daytime I sleep, nights work the street,
Sometimes it’s okay, sometimes I’m beat.
Don’t matter to no one, no one to care,
I can’t run away, I wouldn’t dare.
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I still have a family, ran away from that mess,
Afraid to go back, they hate me, I guess.
I want to be wanted, want someone to care,
I need arms to hold me, someone to be there.
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Little child, deep inside,
I am here, I am light,
Come to Me,
You’ll be free.
I am Jesus
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Work all day, sometimes nights,
Work is tough, at home we fight.
Plagued by bills, how can we pay,
Sometimes I want to run away.
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A wife and kids, they need to be fed,
Would they do better with me dead.
I can’t hardly cope with the pressure today,
There must be something, there must be a way.
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Little child, deep inside,
I am here, I am light,
Come to Me,
You’ll be free.
I am Jesus.
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Home all day, kids to tend,
House to clean, clothes to mend.
Screaming and fussing, night and day,
I want out, but there’s no way.
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Husband’s late, if he comes home at all.
Drinking and fighting, never does call.
Don’t want today, don’t want tomorrow,
There must be some way to end this sorrow.
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Little child, deep inside,
I am here, I am light,
Come to Me,
You’ll be free.
I am Jesus.
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When it all seems to hard,
When there seems no way out,
When it all seems so hopeless,
Lives of anger and doubt.
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There’s one who can help you,
He’s faithful and strong.
He’s waiting to greet you,
Whatever your wrongs.
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He is Jesus.
Written 3/17/95
We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts: 2 Peter 1:19
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You take the darkness of night,
Through the chill of dawn,
And burst forth the morning sky,
Opening in fragrant gold,
As a beautiful yellow rose bud,
Firm yet delicate,
Opening its vulnerable petals,
To bless the waiting soul.
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The colors race across the sky,
Painted by the wings of Angels.
The sun rises,
Orchestrating warmth and life,
Bringing hope.
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It’s a new day!
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And as these miracles of morning,
These miracles of life,
Explode all around,
So many pass right by,
Unaware.
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My Spirit cries out,
“Look what God has done,
Look what He has made for you.”
They pass right by,
Unaware.
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Let me always cling,
To the miracles of the moment,
Always aware,
Always grateful,
For the hand of God.
Written 4-2-97
Linda J. Humes 