The lord is my photographer

DSC_0293 copyThe lord is my photographer; He is all that I need.

He shows me the beauty of green meadows; and peaceful streams.

He renews my sight.

He guides me through every assignment, each photo bringing honor to his name.

Even when I photograph in the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for You are my light.

Your grace and mercy protect and comfort me.

You feed my soul as I capture memories of my friends and my enemies.

You honor me by framing my photos in my heart.

My camera bag overflows with blessings.

Surely I will purse God’s beauty all the days of my life,

and my work will dwell in God’s house forever.

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Out Of This Life I Shall Never Take…

Out of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make.
All that I cherish and hoard away
After I leave, on earth must stay.

Though I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on my wall, I must leave it there.
Though I call it mine and boast its worth,
I must give it up when I quit the earth.

All that I gather and all that I keep
I must leave behind when I fall asleep.
And I wonder often, just what I shall own
In that other life, when I pass alone.

What shall He find and what shall He see
In the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the great Judge learn, when my task is through,
That my soul had gathered some riches, too?

Or shall at the last, it be mine to find,
That all I had worked for I’d left behind?

 

A Winter’s Tale (A poem of redemption)

This poem is just too good not to share with all of you.  It is written by Epic Grace – Chronicles of a Recovering Idiot (Tyndale) author Kurt Bubna.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

A Winter’s Tale (A poem of redemption)
photo courtesy KurtBubna.com

Born at the edge of winter’s tale
Lost in a life so splintered fell
Too deep the darkness ran to tell
Hard my heart began toward hell
What hope had I but You?

Wise too soon to earthly things
Eyes too open to what death brings
Bruised my heart became a sieve
Trapped the evil web was weaved
What path could lead to You?

But then You came and pursued me
A song
A sound
My heart beat free
A whisper now so very near
The end of what I knew was fear

Winters Tale Dark RoadMy twisted tapestry of life a crime
A brokenness far from sublime
Yet through the darkness Your light did shine
A touch
A healing
Your life now mine

For You
For me
For all to see
I live to live and to be free
The grace I’ve known a mystery
You have my heart and destiny

Now past the barrier that once was me
In step with You on bended knee
My hope secure
My liberty
My all
My God
You’ve rescued me!

God’s specialty: redemption, restoration and renewal! Find out why in Epic Grace – Chronicles of a Recovering Idiot (Tyndale) by Kurt bubna. Get it here: http://tinyurl.com/epicgrace

Hello God, I Called Tonight

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Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while…
I need a friend who’ll listen
To my anxiety and trial…
………………………………….
You see, I can’t quite make it
Through a day just on my own…
I need your love to guide me,
So I’ll never feel alone.
………………………………….
I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they’re bound.
………………………………….
Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can’t change in any way.
………………………………….
I thank you God, for being home.
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.
………………………………….
Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
………………………………….
So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, too.
And I’ll call again tomorrow

–Author Unknown

A Prayer

A Prayer

“A Prayer”

Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times.

May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over the silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quiet river, when a light glowed within me, and I promised my early God to have courage amid the tempests of the changing years.

Spare me from bitterness and from the sharp passions of unguarded moments. May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit.

Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as shall keep me friendly with myself.

Lift up my eyes from the earth, and let me not forget the uses of the stars. Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself.

Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in my path.

Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am; and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope.

And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and for time’s olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evening’s twilight find me gentle still.

– Max Ehrmann

Never Found The Time

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I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They’d laugh at me I’d fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said
“Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down…
But never found the time.”

– Author unknown