Confusion

Confusion at every turn

Satan’s lies surround my life

I’d rather be burned

Than face the blade of deceits knife

Where are you leading me, Lord?

Where should I follow?

Who is yours, Lord?

And who is only hollow?

Sadness at every break

Confusion of lies

For the escape I’ll make

Is only my first try

Where are you leading me, Lord?

Where should I follow?

Who is yours, Lord?

And who is only hollow?

Who is the good one here?

Who is the fake?

Will I shed my last tear,

At heaven’s gate?

Like My Loving Saviour

Like the summer sun shining on a smiling face,

you comfort me.

Like a pleasant breeze filling the stuffy place,

you calm me.

Like a hug around my body so warm and strong,

you protect me.

Like a concerned mother duck's alarm,

you lead me.

Like the beauty found in a little flower,

you created me.

Like the happy communion of Sabbath hour,

you rest me.

Like the moon's sweet smile over the land,

you care for me.

Like the gentle touch of a father's hand,

you encourage me.

For you are master above all things,

loving, caring and good.

And as the early Church bell rings,

I know that you are there.

Much like a Blind Man

One might ask a blind man what he dreams of.  How could a man who was blind from birth dream of things he hasn’t seen?  Would he dream of colour?  His wife’s face?  The pleasant mountain view?  How could he dream of something that he does not know? 

Everyone can be much like a blind man.  Trapped inside our own world, taking into consideration only what we know.  We may see our abundant riches and large residencies and not begin to fathom the heartbreak of poverty suffered by many.  How can a visionary from a high estate possibly dictate the needs of the meek?        

Knowing myself and my own struggles, I see that I have not always viewed the world from my adversaries’ eyes.  How can I possibly perceive even a hue as they do.  Much like a blind man, I cannot dream of what I have not seen.  I have not seen through anyone’s eyes but my own.   I have not felt with anyone’s hands but my own.  All I know is what’s in my world.   So I cannot expect anyone to know and think as I do.  And you cannot expect me to know and think as you do.  For we are all much like a blind man.

Optimism

I was recently asked what optimistic meant.  I responded with this... I just had to post it!

An optimist is someone who has a positive outlook on life... you know, someone who sees every bad thing as an opportunity for change and improvement.  Therefore, to be optimistic is to be generally happy no matter what happens to you.

Just wanted to post that.  Thanks.