The following poem was written Saturday afternoon because I was feeling excitement from the Spirit over the new mission call I was being set apart for on Sunday.
God Is Smiling
God is smiling down on you
At all the good you say and do.
You may not know exactly why
He smiles on you from on high,
But nevertheless it is true:
He is pleased with the good you do.
Perhaps it was just your smile
That helped someone go another mile,
Or maye it was the call you made
That helped their faith not to fade.
Perhaps it was your listening ear
That helped another to draw near.
God is watching you every day,
All you do and all that you say.
You may see what you did not do
But He see the level of difficulty too.
He knows the plce where love starts
Deep in the recesses of your heart.
14 Nov 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Monday, November 16, 2009
The below poem was written yesterday morning because my blood sugar was a little high. I humbly prayed for the Spirit to sweep me from my feet to my toes and that I would feel the Spirit. I prayed for every cell to be cleansed by the Spirit. The Spirit did sweep me and my blood sugar dropped 20 points.
What The Lord Can Do
It is amazing what the Lord can do.
When He touches your very soul,
He can make every cell feel new
And leave you pure and whole.
He can touch your dry barren earth
Where nothing now seems to grow
And give it a wonderful new birth
That eternal waters of life may flow.
He can send His Spirit to touch you
From your feet to the top of your head.
And every cell within sweep anew.
By His Almighty hand you can be led.
Every bitter memory He can set free
So all that is good and true may rise:
For He hears your every heartfelt plea
And can lift you to the glory of the skies.
It is amazing what the Lord can do
To turn your life completely around.
He can give you a brand new view
And lift your eyes off the ground.
15 Nov 2009 Suzanne Halliday
What The Lord Can Do
It is amazing what the Lord can do.
When He touches your very soul,
He can make every cell feel new
And leave you pure and whole.
He can touch your dry barren earth
Where nothing now seems to grow
And give it a wonderful new birth
That eternal waters of life may flow.
He can send His Spirit to touch you
From your feet to the top of your head.
And every cell within sweep anew.
By His Almighty hand you can be led.
Every bitter memory He can set free
So all that is good and true may rise:
For He hears your every heartfelt plea
And can lift you to the glory of the skies.
It is amazing what the Lord can do
To turn your life completely around.
He can give you a brand new view
And lift your eyes off the ground.
15 Nov 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Monday, September 21, 2009
A miracle
Had a miracle yesterday. It started with a silly mosquito bite on my right forearm on Saturday. Happened in Fry's parking lot. It started to swell but was not bad until Sunday morning. In church I started to notice the joints in my fingers hurting and my forearm was aching. My right shoulder was hurting bad. I had my husband vibrate my shoulder because it was so tight. Took a zyrtec and advil. Then I decided that I needed a priesthood blessing. My hometeacher was out of town so I called the church. Bishop came down with another brother and gave me a blessing. Within minutes the aching stopped and I was able to do my job on the call system. Good thing as it was busy.
The blessing itself was interesing and made me cry. Bishop said that Heavenly Father was aware that because we are a small ward and I am always available members take me for granted and work me more than they should but that He never takes me for granted. He promised that when I reach heaven I will be greatly rewarded.
After the blessing Bishop explained to his companion about my mission. I told him my time was going to be up the first part of December and I wanted to reapply but I needed his and the stake president's permission. He said it was fine by him.
The blessing itself was interesing and made me cry. Bishop said that Heavenly Father was aware that because we are a small ward and I am always available members take me for granted and work me more than they should but that He never takes me for granted. He promised that when I reach heaven I will be greatly rewarded.
After the blessing Bishop explained to his companion about my mission. I told him my time was going to be up the first part of December and I wanted to reapply but I needed his and the stake president's permission. He said it was fine by him.
Friday, September 18, 2009
A Poem With a Story
"Be Still" Psalm 46:10
Oh, that time of inward still
When all around you is thrill,
But within there is no noise at all,
So you can hear the Spirit's call.
Even when He does not speak,
You can feel the love you seek.
You may not hear His voice,
But His love is cause to rejoice.
It is a special time so very sweet
Where you can kneel at His feet,
If only in your soul of souls,
A place where He can make you whole.
Then He can whilsper in your ear
Of a deep love so very dear.
It is then deep can speak to deep,
And let His word within you seep.
"Be still, and know that I am God:"
With His word let your feet be shod.
Hear with joy and gladness His voice
That your broken bones may rejoice.
18 Sep 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Psalm 46:10, Psalm 42:4 and 51:8
This poem has a story. Last night while on the phones my house was very noisy, full of children and a dog. The phones themselves were very quiet. The Spirit entered my heart and my room. There was no real conversation but I was filled with undescribable feelings. For weeks now I have been pondering Psalm 42:7, "Deep calleth unto deep". I knew it belonged in the fourth stanza. When I got to the last stanza I had my scriptures open to Psalm 46:10. While I was writing, a breeze blew the pages to Psalm 51:8 and I knew I had to include that line about broken bones rejoicing.
Oh, that time of inward still
When all around you is thrill,
But within there is no noise at all,
So you can hear the Spirit's call.
Even when He does not speak,
You can feel the love you seek.
You may not hear His voice,
But His love is cause to rejoice.
It is a special time so very sweet
Where you can kneel at His feet,
If only in your soul of souls,
A place where He can make you whole.
Then He can whilsper in your ear
Of a deep love so very dear.
It is then deep can speak to deep,
And let His word within you seep.
"Be still, and know that I am God:"
With His word let your feet be shod.
Hear with joy and gladness His voice
That your broken bones may rejoice.
18 Sep 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Psalm 46:10, Psalm 42:4 and 51:8
This poem has a story. Last night while on the phones my house was very noisy, full of children and a dog. The phones themselves were very quiet. The Spirit entered my heart and my room. There was no real conversation but I was filled with undescribable feelings. For weeks now I have been pondering Psalm 42:7, "Deep calleth unto deep". I knew it belonged in the fourth stanza. When I got to the last stanza I had my scriptures open to Psalm 46:10. While I was writing, a breeze blew the pages to Psalm 51:8 and I knew I had to include that line about broken bones rejoicing.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
On growing old
I have been looking around my house at all the things I cannot do very well anymore. I have to have help from my daughter in laws and my husband at times. I have to measure my energy because there is just not enough to go around a lot of days. But yet God helps me to serve him in many little ways everyday and I know I am of great worth to Him no matter how old I get. All of this pondering brought the following poem:
Growing Old in the Lord
So many things you cannot do
As the years go marching by,
But God will see you through
And will hear your every cry.
If you grow old in the Lord,
His fruit you will always bear.
He will give you your reward
And answer your fervent prayer.
Maybe you can't sweep the floor
But you can serve in other ways.
God will open for you a door
To serve Him all your days.
When autumn leaves fall on you
Or winter touches your brow,
God has something for you to do
And He will show you how.
He has promised to carry you
And all your burdens bear.
He will your strength renew
And lift you from despair.
15 Sep 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Isaiah 46:4, "And even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you; I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you." Psalms 92:14, "They shall bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing."
Growing Old in the Lord
So many things you cannot do
As the years go marching by,
But God will see you through
And will hear your every cry.
If you grow old in the Lord,
His fruit you will always bear.
He will give you your reward
And answer your fervent prayer.
Maybe you can't sweep the floor
But you can serve in other ways.
God will open for you a door
To serve Him all your days.
When autumn leaves fall on you
Or winter touches your brow,
God has something for you to do
And He will show you how.
He has promised to carry you
And all your burdens bear.
He will your strength renew
And lift you from despair.
15 Sep 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Isaiah 46:4, "And even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you; I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you." Psalms 92:14, "They shall bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing."
Monday, August 3, 2009
Being A Shepherd Today
Sometimes before poems are born, I truly suffer birth pains and do not even realize at the time what they are for until the poem comes out. This one was no exception. I had a real rough week last week. I am a mission leader and I was struggling with one of my missionaries. My team lead talked to us Friday about how to reach the ones who are doing well and are not a problem, how to assure them that they are doing well. All of this brought me to the birth of the following poem:
A Shepherd
Were you His shepherd today?
Did you show the sheep the way?
Did you search diligently for the lost
And look for all the tempest tossed?
Did you look for one who went astray?
For her or him did you kneel to pray?
Did your heart pour out for them all
That they might not stumble or fall?
Did you encourage each lamb today
And praise him when he did okay?
Did you plant love's little seed
And pull out each selfish weed?
If you do your very best each day
In keeping His sheep from going astray,
Then He will say to you, "Well, done
My good and faithful daughter or son."
3 August 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Matthew 25:21 "His Lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of the Lord."
I have been humming the hymn: "I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go", off and on since yesterday and tonight the words began to flow. Then as I was writing the poem the hymn "Have I Done Any Good?" began coming to me. "Have I done any good in the world today? Have I helped anyone in need? Have I cheered up the sad and made someone feel glad? If not, I have failed indeed. Has anyone's burden been lighter today Because I was willing to share? Have the sick and the weary been helped on their way? When they needed my help was I there? Then wake up and do something more Than dream of your mansion above. Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure, A blessing of duty and love."
A Shepherd
Were you His shepherd today?
Did you show the sheep the way?
Did you search diligently for the lost
And look for all the tempest tossed?
Did you look for one who went astray?
For her or him did you kneel to pray?
Did your heart pour out for them all
That they might not stumble or fall?
Did you encourage each lamb today
And praise him when he did okay?
Did you plant love's little seed
And pull out each selfish weed?
If you do your very best each day
In keeping His sheep from going astray,
Then He will say to you, "Well, done
My good and faithful daughter or son."
3 August 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Matthew 25:21 "His Lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of the Lord."
I have been humming the hymn: "I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go", off and on since yesterday and tonight the words began to flow. Then as I was writing the poem the hymn "Have I Done Any Good?" began coming to me. "Have I done any good in the world today? Have I helped anyone in need? Have I cheered up the sad and made someone feel glad? If not, I have failed indeed. Has anyone's burden been lighter today Because I was willing to share? Have the sick and the weary been helped on their way? When they needed my help was I there? Then wake up and do something more Than dream of your mansion above. Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure, A blessing of duty and love."
Sunday, August 2, 2009
His Touch
Friday I was under a lot of stress. I had planned on cleaning house after my morning meeting but the meeting lasted all morning. Reports were due; I had missionaries to contact and things to iron out. My internet was acting up in the morning and that prevented me from seeing everything I should have been in the meeting. My excell report got damaged and had to repair itself and then became totally unusable. By the time my evening shift was over my soul was in turmoil. I was standing at the kitchen sink when I felt a physical touch on my shoulder and I knew all was well. The following poem describes my feelings:
His Touch
I was down in a hole
When He touched my soul
And made it whole.
By the world I was battered
And left torn and tattered
But His hand touched me
And from turmoil I was free:
For His peace filled me
And drew me ever nigh
Releasing my sigh.
The world is a busy place,
But for those who seek His face,
He daily offers grace.
The world touches us all
And somedays we fall,
But He hears our humble cry
And feels our very sigh.
And draws us ever nigh.
Upon us in our darkest hour
His love will shower.
1 August 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Matthew 9:22, "...Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole."
His Touch
I was down in a hole
When He touched my soul
And made it whole.
By the world I was battered
And left torn and tattered
But His hand touched me
And from turmoil I was free:
For His peace filled me
And drew me ever nigh
Releasing my sigh.
The world is a busy place,
But for those who seek His face,
He daily offers grace.
The world touches us all
And somedays we fall,
But He hears our humble cry
And feels our very sigh.
And draws us ever nigh.
Upon us in our darkest hour
His love will shower.
1 August 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Matthew 9:22, "...Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole."
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