to Wendy Clark
Full of natural splendor;
And some unspoiled picturesque scenes
Rising from this world’s vast floor.
Private panoramic retreats
Of spectacular views draw men;
To mountains faced with steep rock
Where some return time and again.
That got out of hand in her barn;
It bucked about kicking the air,
About to do somebody harm.
My mother was her little girl,
They were there together that day;
That old horse took a tragic fall
When the manger got in the way.
I noticed they all were in awe;
Of their fate and the conclusion
Anyone could easily draw.
The tales are true—angels are too,
I’ve read how they can intervene;
If God’s not ready yet because
One’s purpose remains to be seen.
When nobody else was around;
Suddenly he lost his balance,
Expecting to fall to the ground.
He tells about the helpless feel of
Leaning into a fall—but then—
He felt a hand on his shoulder,
Pulling him back to where he’d been.
River fishing and shares his fear;
Treacherous water captured him,
Filled up his rubber wading gear.
Teary eyed he tells—a swimmer
Just mysteriously appeared—
This young champion athlete
Kept him from the drowning he feared.
Copyright©1999-2004
'tears in a bottle collection'
So when God hands you miracles—
Don't say they're good luck chance events;
Final outcomes are of God and
Bad reasoning won't make good sense.
~ Praise The Lord for His Miracles ~
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Copyright© by Composer Christian Fuchs of Austria from Laura's MIDI Heaven
November 11, 2003