Afraid of the Dark

AFRAID OF THE DARK

My daughter and I sat in the afternoon sun.

Around the house her boys did run.

As we talked, the house grew dim

None of us noticed until my husband came in.

Then my husband turned on the light

And the room became very bright.

The darkness increased in our little hall,

So our grandsons wouldn’t pass through there at all.

I thought it interesting, how minutes ago

They were running through there putting on a show;

And then I realized that children love light

For not long ago they left Heavenly Father’s sight.

This made me think of committing “little” sins

Where I don’t notice my light of Christ has grown dim,

And I begin choosing not to let Him in.

Gradually my life becomes dark and grim.

So daily I’ll strive to keep my light bright,

By choosing to follow my Savior’s light

And do my best to do what is right;

Then one day I’ll be worthy to return to God’s sight.

LOOK UP!

LOOK UP!

  

  Look Up! Not down

It’s such a simple phrase.

Yet how often on my face I drown

Because of shame or fear to Heaven-ward gaze.

    Look up! And study His out stretched hand.

Each one in His wounded hand is graven there.

And Christ can heal my broken heart

If I do as He commands

And turn to my Father in Heaven in sincere and fervent prayer.

    Look up!  Let Christ break the heavy chains

Which bind me to a sinful world

And cause my heart to ache with such agonizing pain.

If only I allow the Savior in my life to reign.

His flag of victory can, at last for me, be completely unfurled.

   Look up!  See;

His hand is stretched out still.

Christ is waiting there for me

To change my gaze and choose to do His will.

  

  Look up!  Not down.

It’s such a simple phrase.

But if I want to stop falling on the ground,

I must firmly fix my humble gaze

upon my Savior’s loving face.