The Wise Ol’ Owl
A wise old owl set in an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke. 
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can’t we be like that wise old bird?
“Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath.” James 1:19
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A House That’s Built Upon The Sand
Woe is me, we cannot stand;
A house that’s built upon the sand.
The winds howled, the seas roared;
The enemy came knocking on the door.
Come in they cried out of despair;
They thought the thief would surely care.
They looked to the one who would steal and had stolen;
To give them help in times of storm.
Our hearts be troubled, all hope seems lost;
We’ll pay you what you ask, no matter the cost.
I come to take all I can;
From every boy, girl, woman, and man.
They gave him all, every morsel they had;
And cleave to the hope of his sheltering hand.
But the thief took from them everything;
Then opened the flood gates and let in the rain.
Shaken and tossed by every wave;
Took it’s inhabitants to the grave.
Woe is me, we cannot stand;
A house that’s built upon the sand.
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Open
Open your ears that you may hear the words He has to say.
Open your heart that you may feel His presence every day.
Open your eyes that you may see what He has in store,
for those who will open up themselves, He’ll show you more and more.
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Faith
Faith hears assuring words when not a word is spoken.
Faith sings aloud with joy when every heart is broken.
Faith sees good things to come when not one thing appears.
Faith tells of hopeful dreams when others embrace fears.
Faith smiles when skeptics frown, and faith always believes-
Shouting, “It shall be done”, and faith always receives.
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Why People Break
An oak tree in our yard so stately-like in form,
Stood strong and straight until it crashed amidst a storm.
Nearby our willow tree bowed low to every wind,
Until the storm passed by then straightened up again.
Like people I have known, oaks crash in fiercest wind,
While bowing willows live…
Things break when they won’t bend.
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Here is a poem my daughter, Amy, wrote. It is called
“Your Echo”. Thought you’d enjoy it.
DEAR LORD, IN ALL I ACT SAY OR DO,
JUST LET IT ALL BE AN ECHO OF YOU.
LET MY WORDS BE TENDER, FLOWING WITH LOVE
ECHOING YOUR VOICE THAT COMES FROM ABOVE.
PLEASE USE MY HANDS TO HEAL AND HELP;
TO SNATCH OUT SOULS FROM HELL’S VERY DEPTH.
TELL ME, LORD, AS YOU’D HAVE ME DO,
BECAUSE MY PRAYER IS TO BE
AN ECHO OF YOU.
Written by: Amy H. Davis