Wednesday, December 31, 2014

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.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

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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