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Isn't It Wonderful!

Isn't it wonderful! GOD sees all --
HE knows our every circumstance.
Though loved ones may be out of touch,
Their lives are never left to chance.

Isn't it wonderful! -- GOD is LOVE;
All HIS people, embraced in HIS care.
No distance, obstacles, or trials
Ought bring our hearts to fear.

The child of GOD is never alone --
Each one is ever in HIS keep!
How comforting it is to know
So beloved are all HIS sheep!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-25-2008] * Back *


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In a Place of Thanksgiving

In a place of thanksgiving,
What a peaceful place to be!
There, the blessings of life --
Thy comforts, LORD, we see.

There, we wonder at Thy Grace;
And, the good things -- think upon;
There, we bless Thy Holy Name,
In the name of Thy dear Son.

In a blest place of thanksgiving --
Not in bitter state of mind --
We find THEE WHO art Peace,
A glorious FRIEND every time.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-25-2008] * Back *


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In GOD's Care

GOD reigns over all things --
All we see and all we don't.
HE controls both heat and cold;
HE directs the weather front.

HE made frigid regions afar
And all things that exist there;
HE made the arid burning desert --
Everything is in HIS care.

Mountains to their highest heights;
Valleys, to their lowest plunge;
Waters, to their greatest depths;
HE made and maintains every one.

The brilliant sun, HE set apace;
The lovely moon, each twinkling star --
The whole universe -- HE rules.
HE owns all things that are!

The LORD is more than worthy of trust!
None other can compare.
Take all burdens unto HIM --
You too are in HIS care.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-25-2008] * Back *


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Hurry Flurry

Hurry, hurry! Flurry, flurry
To the wonted store of seed!
From all corners, flying, diving --
Finches come to feed.

Two vivid cardinals sit nearby,
Waiting patiently -- perhaps,
Till the frenzy wanes a bit
And fewer diners are about.

Where, the little chickadees?
Put off by the flurry, too?
What about silhouetted dove
High on limb in my view?

Where are my nuthatches?
( I only call them mine. :)
Maybe skittering on old oaks
Till comes better feeding time.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-24-2008] * Back *


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Birthday Snow

How many years ago was it?
Forty four, since I was sixteen.
To a very heavy snow on my birthday,
I awakened to a world pristine.

The outdoors was a wonderland --
Hemlocks' petticoats hugged the ground,
With sparkling white icing upon them.
The heavy snow blanketed all around.

I stood at the sink washing dishes
With emotions I cannot explain.
The landscape was so cumbered with snow;
And, in my heart, I felt the same.

Hmm -- still don't know why at all.
Perhaps I simply felt snowbound --
"Cabin fever", as some would call it.
Any good reason, I haven't found.

It'll be forty four years tomorrow
Since that silly girl stood so morose,
While beholding such great wonder,
Not appreciating "birthday snow".

Lately, I've told my children and grands,
"It'll snow on my birthday this year."
The Old Farmer's Almanac predicted it.
This "birthday snow" I expect to have cheer!

Might stroll in the snowfall, dance around a bit,
even make a birthday snowman with birthday snow cake --
-- Lord willing. Time will tell. :)

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-18-2008] * Back *


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How Greet the Day?

[I sometimes write with an old hymn's tune running in my mind --
this one I wrote with the tune of "And, am I born to die?"]

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We ought ne'er greet the day
With dull and thankless heart.
Why bow to present circumstance?
For, GOD doth, peace -- impart.

Then, O in joy arise!
For, GOD has seen us through
Trials we've seen and even more.
HE's e'er with me and you!

Fear not the days to come.
Doubt is by LIGHT erased!
Put on the full armor of GOD --
Trust HIM of perfect faith!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-17-2008] * Back *


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Snow to Slush Today

Now the snow is turning to slush,
At the pelting, melting by rain.
Becoming translucent, its crust;
The temperature rises again.

There's enough -- yes quite enough --
Snow remaining, that school is out.
But, children may be disappointed
When they see rainfall about.

Still, this bonus day at home
Will give them time to snuggle in --
To read a story; to play near fireside,
Enjoying leisure time again.

Yet, for farmers it's no day off.
They'll likely slog through mud and slush
For, they must their treks to barns,
Where waits lowing cows and such.

For chickens, cows, goats, horses, swine --
Grain in the troughs, hay into racks.
Look to make sure all is well;
Then, slog or drive to farmhouses -- back.

A day for some hearty stew on stove;
Fresh coffee in pot; hot chocolate too.
Loving mothers know it's important
To comfort families all day through.

Enjoying today, the changing landscape, and weather,

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-17-2008] * Back *


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Lovest Thou Me?

Three times questioned! Was this because
Peter had denied knowing Jesus thrice;
Peter, who'd said he'd give his life for HIS sake;
But, that he even knew HIM, had later denied.

"Lovest thou me?" was the question
Christ Who knew all things asked
Of Peter three times, consecutively,
After his dining was past.

"Yea, Lord; thou knowest ... I love Thee" --
Peter's answer, when asked the first two times.
"Thou knowest I love Thee .... thou knowest all things" --
Last, he replied, grieved in heart and mind.

"Feed my lambs" was what Christ said,
Upon Peter's first answer unto HIM.
Both second and third times -- "Feed my sheep"
Were the instructions HE gave then.

Nothing of this account indicates
Christ doubted Peter's love for HIM.
HE didn't say, if you love me, do this --
Nor, if you love me, feed my sheep and lambs.

Christ completely knew Peter's heart;
For, had HE not given that heart to him?
HE knew what death Peter would die --
That, unto God's glory, his life would end.

"Follow me" is the last thing we read
Of this between Christ and Peter that day.
Peter - devoted, beloved of the Lord,
Served God to the end of the way.

[Doesn't the LOVE of GOD and such love for GOD bring you to tears?]


HOLY BIBLE, KJV, John 13:36-38 "36 Simon Peter said unto him, Lord, whither goest thou? Jesus answered him, Whither I go, thou canst not follow me now; but thou shalt follow me afterwards. 37 Peter said unto him, Lord, why cannot I follow thee now? I will lay down my life for thy sake. 38 Jesus answered him, Wilt thou lay down thy life for my sake? Verily, verily, I say unto thee, The cock shall not crow, till thou hast denied me thrice. "

John 21: 15-19 15 So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. 16 He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. 17 He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep. 18 Verily, verily, I say unto thee, When thou wast young, thou girdedst thyself, and walkedst whither thou wouldest: but when thou shalt be old, thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou wouldest not. 19 This spake he, signifying by what death he should glorify God. And when he had spoken this, he saith unto him, Follow me.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-15-2008] * Back *


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I Go a Fishing

"I go a fishing", said Simon Peter
Upon a time so long ago.
Perhaps he felt at the end of himself,
Wishing to return to work he'd known.

Surely he felt he'd failed the Lord --
Thrice, he'd denied knowing HIM!
He must've felt too great a failure
To serve Christ the Lord, his Friend.

"We also go with thee" (fishing),
The other disciples had replied.
They went forth to fish immediately;
But, caught nothing at all that night.

At morning, Jesus stood on the shore,
The disciples knowing not it was HIM.
"Children, have ye any meat?" he asked;
"No", the answer from them.

"Cast the net on the right side of the ship,
And ye shall find." HE said.
They obeyed, but couldn't draw in the net --
Many great fishes were in it's spread!

Then, the disciple John realized
And told Peter -- "It is the Lord".
Peter drew on his fisherman's coat,
And lept into the sea, when he'd heard,

Leaving the catch behind with the others,
He went to the shore and the Lord.
The rest of the disciples in a little ship
Dragged the bulging net toward shore.

They saw, as they were come to land,
A fire of coals -- fish thereon, and bread.
Jesus invited them, "Come and dine" --
Jesus their Lord risen from the dead!

Ref: HOLY BIBLE, KJV, John 21: 1-14

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-14-2008] * Back *


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Found by PEACE

When our hearts are cold and dull,
LORD, bless -- break chains that bind!
Lift us from the sea of gloom
Into Thy Light divine.

And, when all about seems loss,
Gracious trustworthy Friend,
Speak unto our troubled hearts --
Grant joy in THEE again.

Let no despair darken thought.
Let hope and faith abound.
Lift our hearts, Almighty LOVE --
By PEACE -- let us be found!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-12-2008] * Back *


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Whiners

Are you acquainted with whiners?
I speak of the chronic kind --
Those that seem so often
To point out wrongs they find.

Well, surely I am one at times,
Though I wish not to be.
Would to GOD, that by faith,
The higher things I'd see.

For, what are irritations here
But things to look beyond;
Obstacles to walk around;
Mere clouds 'neath burning sun --

Which need our cooperation
In order to do any harm.
When we center on daily ills,
Heart discontent has formed!

Ah, do we not prefer the LIGHT?
Then, focus on HIM Whose Love dispels
Troubling clouds around us.
Christ is our Peace -- on mountain, in vale!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-11-2008] * Back *


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Whence Comes Peace

Does peace come of belongings? of wealth?
No. We're continually wanting more.
Does knowledge give peace to the heart?
The learned soul ever seeks for more.

What about in health and beauty --
Is peace found enwrapt in this?
Mortals fear growing old and dying --
The body yields no perfect bliss.

O then what about Creation,
Which holds more than we can tell?
The earth is not the source of peace --
This, our souls should know right well.

We must look higher, so much higher!
For, GOD Himself is our Peace!
We must list' to His Spirit within
For comfort only HE can speak.

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-5-2008] * Back *


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As Unto THEE

As unto THEE, LORD bless me to labor;
As unto THEE, O LORD guide my thought;
All to Thy glory, Thy praise, and honor --
Bless me to live my life as I ought --

Not as one bound in selfishness;
Nor, with a bent t'ward worldly gain;
Not with heart - stone cold, uncaring,
But with great love for my fellow man.

O Light Eternal, shine THOU within me;
Eternal LOVE, flow through my heart.
Bless me to share the good news with others--
Wonderful, loving, gracious -- THOU art!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-4-2008] * Back *


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All Life's Strength

Thinking on the year just passed
And its drought upon the land,
Let us begin this year with praise
For blessings from the FATHER's hand.

In December's days -- barely past,
We received great blessings of rain.
O how we ought thank the LORD,
And rejoice to praise HIS Name!

Can't we see our helpless state --
Our total dependence upon GOD?
Can't we see HIS lovingkindness
In those raindrops sent upon sod?

Life is much sustained with raindrops;
Plants' roots thrive in watered ground;
Needy as plants, we look Heavenward;
For, all life's strength -- of GOD, is found!

PRAISES to the LORD!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-1-2008] * Back *


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No Life Without THEE

LORD, I have no life without THEE
Not one day, moment, or hour!
THOU art verily strength unto me --
I live only by Thy power!

Sin and death were conquered by THEE.
THOU art Hope within my heart;
THOU art Guardian unfailing --
Greatest Friend, THOU truly art!

Precious Peace, past understanding,
Still abide -- abide in me.
Glorious Light WHO forbids darkness,
Flood my heart; enlighten me!

By the mercies of God,
[Peggy Hood, 1-1-2008] * Back *


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