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Poems from Friends!

These are poems that my friend Frances Griffin said that I could use sometime ago. I hope that you enjoy them. I was going to use them in a book but I am posting them to my Poems.

Don’t know why most of this is double spaced in e-mail when the original isn’t.

                     Through God’s Eyes

 The Lord does not look at the things man looks at.  Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.   1 Sam. 16:7

God, what do you see when you look at me?

 Do you see love, do you see fear, do you see pride?

 I want to be pure, to be holy, to be blameless in  your sight.

  I want to kind, to be patient, to be loving, just like you.

  God, what do you see when you look at me?

  When you look at me, God, do you see  my secret sins?

   Do you see the things that I do not see?

   Do you see my selfish ways?

   Do you hear my unkind words?

    Do you know my secret thoughts?

     God, what do you see when you look at me?

 Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my thoughts.   See if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. Ps. 139:23,24

                                                              Frances Griffin

                            A WINTER’S NIGHT

The fullest moon shone brightly on the snowy, ice-filled trees,

            stately, tall, against the ashen sky,

            devoid of all their summer splendor,

            straight, and barren,

            revealed in brilliant, heavenly light,

            naked……. exposed.

Each lingering, withering leaf held fast,

            ‘til stripped by chilling winter winds,

            torn away by icy rains;

            not one escapes;

            no place to hide the secret sins.

So let my spirit be


            stripped of my pretentious pride,

            cleansed by the chilling winds and torrential rains

                 of His Spirit;




            for a time.

                           Then comes spring.

                                          Frances Griffin

         It was 3:30 a.m. when I woke up – the coldest night of the year.  The room was so bright I thought a light must have been left on somewhere.  As I got up and looked out the window, there was before my eyes the most beautiful scene I’d ever seen.  The trees sparkled in the moonlight.  How I longed for a camera to capture the awesome wonder.  I searched for words lest the scene be lost with the morning sun. Slowly it came, a word here, a phrase, another, then another.  God had shown me more than I had ever asked for or dreamed of.  Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

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