|
| |||||
|
|
|
| ||
'Light in the Darkness' and other poems
|
I am not afraid of the darkness,
I will not fear the night,
my heart will not falter in terror
and I refuse to shake with fright!
For Satan, you are nothing,
you cannot frighten me,
my Lord has long defeated you
upon the cross of Calvary!
Jesus is stronger than nightmares,
He is there in the darkest night,
no matter what lurks in the shadows
He is my guiding light.
My Saviour was there all along,
despite the haunting memories,
and I love Him with all my heart
and I claim the victory!
In the midst of darkness I walk in light
and I have surely nothing to fear,
for I am surrounded by angels
and I know that Jesus is near.
When time for me comes to an end
and I see Him on His throne,
there will be nothing left to fear,
for I'll know that I'm finally home.
Ursula Stouffer, Nov. 12th, 2001
Questions
Lord, there are so many questions
that I need to ask,
to answer every one of them
would be quite a task.
Children always want to know
the 'how' and 'why' and 'what',
while innocently every day
they will put us on the spot!
And parents try their very best
to answer every one,
whether it be, "Why is the sky so blue?"
or, "How far away is the sun?"
Well, I know you are my Father
and I am your child now,
so would you please, please answer me
and explain the 'what' and 'why' and 'how'?
Every day I learn something new
and I am continuing to grow,
but at times I get frustrated
with how little I still know.
And sometimes when times are difficult
it is such a very hard thing to do,
to just trust that you'll look after things,
when the questions are many, but the answers are few.
But there's one thing I never question
and that is your great love for me,
no matter whether others show me love,
or what evil in the world I might see.
So, Father, please help me grow in patience and faith
to trust that everything'll work out alright,
as long as I look for my answers to you
and on the portals of Heaven I have set my sight.
And on that glorious day when I'll be with you,
all my questions will be answered then,
when I'll be listening to the angel's song,
and when I'll finally be with the Lamb.
Ursula Stouffer, Sept. 30th., 2001
Fear
Oh, the fear and terror threaten to overwhelm her,
she wants to flee like her brothers and sister,
who are running out the front door,
hiding, huddled together in the bushes around the house,
the older ones hugging the toddlers.
But there is the baby in the bassinet,
she can't get past her mother to grab him.
Her mother is hysterical, screaming,
her eyes shooting fire and hate,
she is throwing things, hurtling insults at the child.
The little girl is sobbing, but standing her ground,
tears streaming down her cheeks.
She avoids being hit by the flying objects,
and the broom handle her mother is wielding.
But the words are hitting hard,
words that are meant to hurt her.
She's heard them before, but she still flinches
as they reach her defenseless ears and heart.
Her mother tells her that she is stupid,
and ugly and utterly worthless.
Still, she will not budge, she has to stay.
Maybe her mother will forget about the baby,
she needs to protect him, make sure he is safe.
She almost wishes her mother would just kill her,
get this daily torture over with.
But who would protect the baby,
who would love and comfort the younger children?
Her mother never killed anybody's body,
but she killed self-worth, she has crushed spirits.
Her words and disdain have inflicted terrible wounds,
which are still festering in some of her children.
The little girl survived and grew up,
and found Christ eventually.
Jesus has healed her wounds,
and He has helped her to forgive her mother.
With His help she has raised five godly children,
who are full of self confidence, knowing their worth.
They know they are loved, she has broken the cycle
of abuse and hate.
but the scars and the memories remain.
Ursula Stouffer, Nov. 10th, 2001
Whom shall I fear?
Oh Lord, I need you,
hear my voice, listen to my prayer!
Help me find a path through this dark valley,
where the sun won't shine
and the flowers refuse to bloom.
All strength has left me, Lord,
I am unable to walk on my own,
and you seem so far away.
I am surrounded by cliffs and thorns,
quicksand to my left
and on my right a pit of rattlesnakes,
and I am afraid!
Finally I stop long enough to listen,
and I hear your voice, calling to me.
When I look up, I see the blue sky above,
and I take your outstretched hand.
Why should I be afraid
when you are leading me?
I will not fear the dangers I encounter
or the difficulties to overcome,
nor the steep mountains to climb.
For I know that with your help and protection
no enemies will be able to conquer me,
no hardships will quell my joy,
no harsh words can crush my spirit.
For you are the Lord, my God,
the Creator of the universe,
and there is no one greater than you.
Whom shall I fear
while I feel your loving arms around me?
Ursula Stouffer, Apr. 30th, 2002
| Site Tools |
|
|
|
|
|
Verse of the Day |
|
|
