Let My Words

Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in thy sight O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14

This is my resolve for the New Year and certainly my resolve for the rest of my days here in this earth. If my words can be pleasing  to God, I will know that I have learned to control my whole self. And wouldn't that be wonderful? Yet, I am like the disciple who found that he did things he wished he hadn't and he didn't do what he knew he should. We are so often our own worst enemies. 

Jesus said true things, many hard things, words that were filled with love, but still said what his friends and family, and everyone he had contact with needed most to hear. I want to be able to say what is true and also what helps others, what is kind and what inspires and what gives hope. I want to speak words that are positive and encouraging and words that will bless those around me.

Listen to Fernando sing this beautiful song.


My Words

Words I speak I can't unsay;
Deeds I do I can't erase
I pray that God will have success
In teaching me true godliness
I cringe to think that words I've spoken
Might leave a heart all bruised or broken
Train me, Lord—with bridle and bit
To only speak words truly fit
For your ears—words clean and strong
Words that bless you like a song.

What Color?

What man has written man may read; 

But God fills every root and seed 

With cryptic words, too strangely set

For mortals to decipher yet. 

CHARLES DALMON

What Color?

by Elece Hollis

Some colors we cannot define.

Here is blue. No red, maybe purple?

 There is gold of light and white 

Color bleeds through

Layers itself, bunches up

To make it's heart stronger,

Then shies back like
A young girl showing Daddy her new dress

November hydrangea

Tinged with wine and buttoned with sky

Lined with indigo 

Streaked and speckled with snow white 

Back-lit with orange and brown and green

Color not waiting to be named,

 But changing every second 

With the song of the autumn wind,

The warm caress of afternoon sunlight,

 The cold touch of night's hand,

 The frosty breath of 

Morning.

©2014 Elece Hollis

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