The Man of Galilee
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson
Gethsemane brought Jesus to His knees.
“Remove this cup from me,” He dared to ask.
His humble prayer, “Thy will, not mine, be done,”
allowed no respite from the fearsome task.
Gethsemane brought Jesus to His knees.
“Remove this cup from me,” He dared to ask.
His humble prayer, “Thy will, not mine, be done,”
allowed no respite from the fearsome task.
How bless’d are we by all of God’s creation!
What miracles attend His outstretched hand!
Adoring is our gaze across the mountains,
Appreciative, our feet upon the land.
If life is art, brush all my days
in colors of the sea.
The symphonies of gull and wave
lull cares away from me.
When wintry winds and stormy seas
Make all the world seem bleak,
When hope is difficult to find
And peace is hard to seek,
When life is getting hard for me,
I climb up in my favorite tree
and look down on the world below
where grass is green and flowers grow.
Grandpa’s a really good guy.
He knows how to make a kid fly.
He fills up his jeanses
with bright jelly beanses
Some of Thy children think of Thee
in terms that make no sense to me:
“…as large as life itself, yet small,
with no body or parts at all.”
Winter has a beauty all its own,
a framework urging men to look within
and find the quiet hush in every soul…
that peaceful place where new growth must begin.