Tiss the birth of a baby
here I do see…
on a cold stormy night
mighty angels do sing.
Had that cradle been empty
my heart would be lost…
lost in the darkness
by the tempest thus tossed.
But the birth of this child
so gentle, so true
caused gladness in me
my spirit thus flew.
Strait to the arms
of the One who is Love…
Now brought to me
on the wings of a dove.
The angels do gather
to sing praise nite through
the night and the morning child
all due to you.
And nothing was lost,
the whole world was gained,
no child born that evening
empty cradle, no name.
The world would have sorrowed
'stead of joy to proclaim
lost in dark shadows
'stead of light warmpth lived in.
But today we rejoice
that Jesus was borne
and the world filled with hope
no more will we mourn.
Speak Counselor! Sing angels!
Shout all men of faith!
The cradles been filled
It's not empty this day!
Speak Spirit! Shout Angels!
Sing children all o're
For Christ our Savior
this day has been born.
De'Anna West © 12-26-1998
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Gratitude
What are you grateful for?
I don’t mean to just
make a list of
things.
But what are you grateful for?
What about the language of gratitude?
"I get to…"
"I am privileged…"
"I am happy…"
"I am honored…."?
What about this language spells change?
Instead of
"my house…"
"my car…"
"my family…"
"my friends…"
(and usually a gratitude list is in this order)
Instead it becomes the language of:
"I am privileged…..to have my family".
"I am honored…..by my friends".
"I get to…..have relationship today
with those around me".
"I am happy because my life is fulfilled
by something greater than myself".
"I am grateful".
"…for the meal prepared for me
by my Heavenly Father",
… "for the earthly hands
that have helped prepare my life".
…"for the life yet before me".
This gratitude is unconditional and
it matters not if the hands that helped
in the preparation were hands of
adversity,
Love,
estrangement,
kindness,
animosity,
Joy or
hardship.
I am grateful.
I am privileged to have
had the experience.
What are you grateful for?
De'Anna L. West ©
11/25/08
Friday, November 14, 2008
In The Beginning
I am a mountain
He has chosen
to move.
Worthless to all but Him.
He saw the value
of a rock hard clump of dirt.
He saw the beauty
of every grain.
He saw the worth.
It rained
and still the cold hard earth
would not be softened,
would not move.
The rain continued on
for an eternity
and slowly the wind prevailed.
The seed became soaked in the wet
and the cold of the ground.
The mountain slid
just a wee bit at first....
But under His mighty hand
and He knowing its worth
moved me.
I am still a mountain that
He has chosen to move.
Now though, though I may
still be worthless in another’s eyes
my worth is found in that
I allow Him to move this mountain
as far, as wide, as deep
as He should choose.
You see, He has faith in me,
Sees what no one else has ever seen.
He loves me…one tiny seed….
and it has moved me,
yes, even changed me.
De'Anna West (April 2006) ©
He has chosen
to move.
Worthless to all but Him.
He saw the value
of a rock hard clump of dirt.
He saw the beauty
of every grain.
He saw the worth.
It rained
and still the cold hard earth
would not be softened,
would not move.
The rain continued on
for an eternity
and slowly the wind prevailed.
The seed became soaked in the wet
and the cold of the ground.
The mountain slid
just a wee bit at first....
But under His mighty hand
and He knowing its worth
moved me.
I am still a mountain that
He has chosen to move.
Now though, though I may
still be worthless in another’s eyes
my worth is found in that
I allow Him to move this mountain
as far, as wide, as deep
as He should choose.
You see, He has faith in me,
Sees what no one else has ever seen.
He loves me…one tiny seed….
and it has moved me,
yes, even changed me.
De'Anna West (April 2006) ©
WALK ABOUT
The freshness of the morning light,
towers above our spirits like today’s gift.
It is precious to my heart
because it means that I am alive for today
and breathing.
That is a gift. A gift given to me by the Creator
of the Universe.
I always smile when I hear how man has
discovered a new thing or a new way;
a galaxy never seen before by human eyes.
If they would but close their eyes and ask
the Creator of the Universe
He would gift them with a new sight,
and a new way to see.
They could split atoms with their spirit,
and walk ancient paths that some humans
already gifted with that sight
have already seen.
They miss the wonder of it all
because of their explanations
and their way of thinking everything has one.
Some things you cannot explain
you just sit in the glory and majesty of it all.
You become a person of insight.
A person who realizes that when you see
the day break
and the night shift
that it is a gift.
You get to walk in your physical body
once again. You get to come back from the
walk about and praise God in this sense
today and breath.
De’Anna L. West © 2008
towers above our spirits like today’s gift.
It is precious to my heart
because it means that I am alive for today
and breathing.
That is a gift. A gift given to me by the Creator
of the Universe.
I always smile when I hear how man has
discovered a new thing or a new way;
a galaxy never seen before by human eyes.
If they would but close their eyes and ask
the Creator of the Universe
He would gift them with a new sight,
and a new way to see.
They could split atoms with their spirit,
and walk ancient paths that some humans
already gifted with that sight
have already seen.
They miss the wonder of it all
because of their explanations
and their way of thinking everything has one.
Some things you cannot explain
you just sit in the glory and majesty of it all.
You become a person of insight.
A person who realizes that when you see
the day break
and the night shift
that it is a gift.
You get to walk in your physical body
once again. You get to come back from the
walk about and praise God in this sense
today and breath.
De’Anna L. West © 2008
Violence
Violence across the globe is
striking out with a vengeance
as weary followers of a supposed ‘good’
listen and recoil in shame over
the lies that people tell each other.
Just as violent they say…..
Is the man with a gun,
or a knife.
Their violence claim the followers,
is at least more honest,
more blatant,
less cruel.
De’Anna L. West ©
striking out with a vengeance
as weary followers of a supposed ‘good’
listen and recoil in shame over
the lies that people tell each other.
Just as violent they say…..
Is the man with a gun,
or a knife.
Their violence claim the followers,
is at least more honest,
more blatant,
less cruel.
De’Anna L. West ©
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