Two Boys

In January of 2010, I became an aunt for the first time.  My second nephew was born in November of 2011, and this year, we found out my third nephew will be born.  I was digging through some old poems, and found this one, dated November 20th, 2014.

Two silly little boys are they --

The boys that live in the house of gray.

The boys with smiles oh-so-wide --

The boys with whom time seems to fly.

They grow older, day by day,

And always for them will I pray --

"Dear Lord, just now guide their way";

Yes, this is how I'll always pray.

Seasons pass and years go by --

My, how time seems to fly!

I'd hoped they'd stay small always,

But they seem to grow with each new day.

Two growing little boys are they --

The boys that live in the house of gray.

Once little boys there did play,

But now big boys live in that house of gray.

Dedicated to Benjamin and Trevor <3

Signed, Your Aunt

Four Clean and White-Washed Walls

I'm notorious for being a sentimental, emotional person who gets attached to the strangest thing.  One evening, sitting on the back pew of a prayer service, I began to look at the four walls of the church building.  Those walls had seen my own baptism and confirmation, and many others.  They had seen baby blessings, ordinations, preaching services, prayer services, music services, choir practices, plays, orchestra concerts...even small renditions of Handel's Messiah.  I have had so many testimonies that took place in that building.  I realized how attached to it I had grown...and I wrote these words.

Four clean and whitewashed walls,

Standing sturdy; standing tall.

Calm and gentle, bereft of sin,

Dear, sweet memories deep within.

These four walls, my soul does love --

Felt within the Presence from above.

These four walls, so Spirit-blessed,

Wherein I find sweet love and rest.

Angels there do stand beside us,

Our Savior, King, does hold and hide us.

These four walls for me hold peace;

Where blessings there ne'er do cease.

Four clean and whitewashed walls,

Standing sturdy; standing tall.

Calm and gentle, bereft of sin;

Dear, sweet memories, deep within.

September 3rd, 2014

O My Child

O, My child, how I love you;

For you My hands are scarred.

O, My child, hear Me calling -- 

Leave the world; draw apart.

O, My child, hear My whisper,

Leave temptation at thy door.

O, My child, knock and find Me...

Come and live forevermore.  

O, My child, learn to love Me;

Show that My Gospel's true.

O, My child, there are blessings,

At the Father's Throne for you.

O, My child, see My coming!  

For Zion's soon at hand!

O, My child, watch Me working,

And spread love across the land.

July 11th, 2016

My Child

Some much-needed comfort from a very wonderful Father today.

My child, come, and feel My hands,

For when you're weak and life's demands,

Grow too strong for your best,

Come to Me and find your rest.

My child, come, and learn of Me,

For I am nearer than you see,

And I will hold you through the storm,

Though once you felt weak and forlorn.

My child, come, rest in My arms,

Know that the devil can do no harm.

When you are here inside My grasp,

You are safe from Satan's wrath.

My child, come, stand in My strength,

For I will keep you through the length

Of battles fierce and fightings long.

Know that I can do no wrong.

My child, come, know that I AM

The Great God of All, the Righteous Lamb.

I have made you for this place,

And with Me you shall run your race.

July 15th, 2016

Unnamed Poem -- Would I?

On November 13th, 2015, Paris, France was attacked by a group of terrorists.  It was a shock to the world, and it caused me to look inside and ask myself a question.  If I was ever asked, "Are you a Christian?" with the penalty of being shot...would I say yes?  Would I tell the truth?  This self-inspection prompted the following:

Would I bleed for Jesus,

Who bled and died for me?

Would I walk on the water.

To Him upon the sea?

Would I give up my life,

When all is said and done...

Would I give up my old pride,

And would I see the Son?

Would I proclaim His might,

O'er all the world today?

Would I keep all the charges,

And go the narrow way?

Yes!  I would keep Him close;

He'd rest inside my heart.

With Him I have no worries,

And from Him I'll not part.

November 14th, 2015

To those who died in Paris.  11.13.2015<3

Unnamed Poem -- Thanksgiving

Recently I started a project where I write down something I am thankful for every day.  My goal is to get to 101 things, and then it will be 201, and then 301, and so on and so forth.  I just stumbled across a poem I wrote last fall, and it kind of goes along.

Oh, what gifts You oft bestow

When I sit at Your feet!

Oh, what peace You give me though

The fire I often meet.

Oh what grace You give me when

I feel disgraced and shamed.

Oh what joy it gives me then

To even say Your Name.

Oh, what a gift was Your life

To take away my sin!

That through Your trials and Your strife,

Then I am clean again.

What can I do to repay

Such as this priceless gift?

I can offer all my days

Thy holy Cross to lift.

November 8th, 2015

My Identity in Christ

I am but a feeble thing,

With wounds and battle scars,

But in His love, death's lost its sting,

And I am made unmarred.

I am now a filthy thing,

With spots upon my robe.

Yet in His love He washed my sins,

And has given me new hope.

I am just a weary thing,

With strength that's much long-gone,

Yet in His love He's sheltered me,

And by Him I press on.

I am thus a wealthy thing,

Claiming love divine.

And by His grace I've been set free;

I am His and He is mine.

~ July 7th, 2016

Unnamed Poem -- The Battle

The enemy stood on yonder hill;

With anger old my heart did fill.

I in battles long had fought;

What more to life – was this my lot?

I won, I lost, I fought again,

I felt weighed down by all my sins.

My heart had broken long ago,

As I stumbled mid Satan’s throes.

I knew the battle I could not win

For I too long had dwelled in sin.

All my works could not help me,

And from the fight then I did flee.

“O, My daughter, come,” I heard Him call,

“But, my Father, I know I’ll fall!”

I looked towards heav’n and I cried

To One Who once for me had died.

He took my hand and said, “Let us fight,

And we’ll win, daughter of the light.”

And so we turned to the war;

I had new strength, unlike before.

The battle raged; I wounded stood

Beside the Master, filled with good.

And as we fought I knew we’d won,

And, filled with joy, I praised the Son.

“Fight all your battles now with Me,”

The King said, “And you’ll soon see,

That I win every battle-fight.

Vict’ry is Mine, daughter of the light.”

July 3rd, 2016

Happy Fourth of July!!

I normally write poems on this blog, but today I just wanted to say, "Happy Fourth!" to everyone who reads this.  It's been one amazing day of sleeping in late, watching my favorite TV shows, eating fast food, and watching fireworks with family and friends.  I guess you could say I'm wholly American, eh?

(Hahaha, and then I use a Canadian word...oh well).

I just wanted to somehow express my great love of America, but I don't think words can entirely sum it up.  While I do not agree with many of the things that are going on in our government today, I do love this land of liberty.  I appreciate our forefathers who created a government based on God's laws.  I appreciate greatly the banner of red, white, and blue that waves so majestically today.  I appreciate the freedom I have been given to worship God as I see fit, to pursue happiness in pretty much whichever way I desire, to work for whatever gives me joy.  Because of the beliefs, sacrifices, and fundamental values of the men that created this great nation, I can become whatever I wish if I work hard enough -- a teacher, a lawyer, a doctor, even the President of the United States if I wanted to.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I am definitely blessed beyond measure to live in a land where freedom is on every countryman's tongue, where liberty is the song we sing, and where the pride of the red, white, and blue rests in every American-born's heart.

I also wanted to say thank you to all those who sacrificed, gave, and still give their lives for this country...for me.  Thank you to all those who have served in the Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard, Navy, Army, and other branches of military and government.  THANK YOU!!

May God bless America forever!  <3


~ H. Paige Edwards
July 4th, 2016