He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Archive for August, 2013

Keep Your Eyes on Jesus

Jesus

Through this world of tears and heartaches

There’s a Friend who cares for you

Just keep your eyes on Jesus

And your journey He’ll see you through

It’s hard to see over the mountain

When your troubles come in like a flood

But if you keep your eyes on Jesus

His blessings He’ll send from above

So keep your eyes on Jesus

When the tempter comes your way

He’ll keep your feet from stumbling

And always be your stay

Our Son

And the Child Grew1

He was six weeks early. Sixteen inches long, and weighed 4 lb. 14 oz. Because he was so tiny, and his lungs had not fully developed, he was in an incubator for three days. His prognosis was grim.

That was fifty-three years ago. Today, he is a father of four, grandfather of six, pastor of twenty years, fitness trainer, and travels around the world helping those in need. God spared His life to do His will.

Our Son

Our Son 

God blessed us with a tiny son

That made our lives complete

The presence of this little one

Is precious and so sweet

God put a twinkle in his eyes

Just like the stars above

And placed a radiance on his face

That fills our hearts with love

He placed the hairs upon his head

With tender loving care

And placed a smile upon his lips

So precious and so fair

God took His time with this little one

To fill our hearts with joy

And we thank Him from the depths of our soul

For our beautiful baby boy

~Sandi Staton

Loving Hands

Loving Hands

Loving Hands

Standing all alone one night

I felt nobody cared.

My mind was deeply troubled

and my heart was in despair.

Life seemed so cold and lonely

as I walked its rugged path,

so deeply troubled I became

that it was hard to laugh.

Then one day I met a Friend

with gentle, loving eyes.

His voice so softly spoken

that I began to cry.

He said He understood my pain

cause He’d been there before.

He told me of His precious love

and the lonely cross He bore.

He stretched forth His nail-scarred hands

and brushed away my tears.

My broken heart He mended

and cast out all my fears.

He placed His hands upon my head

and healed my troubled mind.

He swept away the darkness

and gave me peace sublime.

My heart is no longer lonely,

my mind is no longer in pain.

Life is so much brighter

for I am no longer the same.

I now have a Friend who loves me

and takes me just as I am.

No matter how often I trip and fall,

He stretches forth His loving hands.

Sandi Staton

Yesteryear

 

Bluebird Garden

Yesteryear

 Has it really been that long ago

that I was but a child

Was it yesterday or the day before

I was running free and wild

I’m sure I heard my mother laugh

and daddy walking in the door

And didn’t I just catch a glimpse

of my brothers playing on the floor

I know I can’t be dreaming

It seems so very real

I felt mom’s touch I heard her sing

I saw her preparing a meal

There’s Barbara bringing in firewood

and stacking it on the hearth

And mom’s clearing off the table

and gathering dishes to be washed

Then suddenly the memories fade

like ashes in the wind

and leave behind a dusty trail

I can never walk again

But tucked away within my heart

Are memories I hold dear

Of another life another time

Another yesteryear

Sandi Staton

I Believe in Miracles

 

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I Believe in Miracles

Battered and bruised was my bleeding heart

embittered by Satan’s poisonous darts

Anger and rage consumed my soul

like a blazing fire burning out of control

Fear and anxiety battled within

waging a war I could never win

I can’t take it anymore I cried to the Lord

then like a rag-doll I crumpled to the floor

God knelt down beside me and I felt His touch

I never knew that He loved me so much

He changed my life forever that day

when He cleansed and washed my sins away

Once I was blind but now I can see

because God worked a miracle in me

Sandi Staton

A Coat of Many Colors

A Coat of Many Colors

This poem came to me one quiet morning during a moment of meditation. Suddenly, across the screen of my imagination, flashed a brightly colored robe . . . a token of Jacob’s love for his son, Joseph. This robe symbolized a position of honor and esteem. I wish I had known a father’s love like that, I sighed. Suddenly, like a gentle breeze, the cloak of God’s love wrapped around me, reminding me that I am precious to Him. All the finest and brightest treasures of this world pale in comparison to God’s unfailing, unchanging, unconditional love for humankind!

With loving care and tenderness

My Father made for me

A coat of many colors

For all the world to see

He didn’t have to tell me

I saw it in His face

This coat of many colors

Must ever be worn with grace

Threads of pure gold proclaim His birth

Purple, His royal descent

Stripes of snow white and patches of blue

Proclaim His purity, honor, and strength.

And to complete His glorious masterpiece

He trimmed it all in red

Proclaiming the cross at Calvary

Upon which His blood was shed.

Father, thank you for your wondrous gift

So precious rich and free

For the coat of many colors

You have made for me

And lest in arrogance I wear your gift

Forgetting from Whom it came

Remind me of the price you paid

To cover my guilt My sin

My shame


			

The Front Porch Swing

The Front Porch

There’s nothing special about it at all. Sometimes it squeaks. Sometimes it houses wasps and hornets. Several times It’s even crashed to the porch with me on it! Yet, the old, country swing, with its rusty chains and layers of paint, holds a treasure chest of memories.

It’s where I take my morning coffee, where I sit and listen to the birds, and where Imeditate. It’s where I talk to God, laugh and cry, and reminisce.

But, my fondest memories are swinging with my grandchildren, talking and laughing, and pretending to sour high above the clouds on Mrs. Eagle’s feathered back. Then at night we’d listen to the frogs, and watch fireflies.

My oldest grandchild, Brandon, who was in junior high at the time, wrote me this beautiful poem, On the Front Porch, Swingin’. I thank God for reminding me how important it is to spend time with my grandchildren, and how fast they grow up.

On the Front Porch, Swingin’

As the sky starts dropping liquid beats,

The door, it creaks, and opens to the world.

Grandma’s rejoicing as Grandson’s voicing,

“Let’s go out and listen for a bit,

Before it quits. I hear it dyin’ down,”

The boy, he beckons.

“You’re right, I reckon.”

Cause one of these days Grandson’s gonna be a man,

So she’s gotta cherish moments while she still can.

Taking hold of the boy’s hand,

the two go out together on the front porch, swingin’.

“Dee Dee, can you tell me a story? Dee Dee, will you rub my back?”

And, “Dee Dee can you breathe real easy

while I lay my head on your lap?”

“Brandon, can you hear my heart singin’

In the midst of this thunderstorm show’r?”

Together on the front porch, swingin’.

“Let’s stay for another hour.”

Brandon Staton

 

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