By Joseph C. Collins
Oh God, as I look I see all the beauty that you have made, but none has captured my heart more than a presence of a lady. For she walks with grace and with stature; You bless her with love and understanding and with joy like a child’s. Such an honor it is, oh God, to see such beauty.
And so I ask, oh Lord, help me, my God, to be the husband that she deserves. Let my ears be quick to listen and my tongue be quick to silence. Let my arms be her comfort and my words flow with Your peace. I pray that my touch be as gentle as my kiss. Grant me your wisdom so I can honor her.
My God, help me to understand her, for the greatest privilege I will have is to look upon her face as I wake up next to her and throughout the day.
Oh Lord, help me be the husband that you meant for me to be, to become one who loves her as she should be loved. My King, help me to serve her, even after a hard day at work, for my day does not end until my head is on my pillow.
This is my prayer, oh Lord, for out of all that you have made, none has captured my heart more. To me she is the most beautiful of all Your creation.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Tears of God
By Joseph C. Collins
What happens when sorrow and despair enter our lives? Who is there for us, if anyone? This is a story of what happened to a man.
The man walked along the road with pain in his heart. If you were in his shoes you would feel the same for he had been waiting a long time for someone like her, but she did not feel the same. He was a gentleman to her, who listened and was ever so kind.
Unfortunately, it was not enough, for someone else had won her heart.
So he did what a man does when such things happen. He said, “I wish you all the best,” and walked away.
So there he was on the road with an ache in his heart, but it is what happens next that is the reason for this story.
As he walked along the road the pain in his heart grew stronger, so strong that he could no longer stand. So he stopped walking, fell to his knees and grabbed his chest with his hands. As he was rocking back and forth, the pain became too much for him to bear; so much that his heart could no longer take it. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces all falling onto the ground.
But the man was determined not to give in and so he reached down to the ground and began to gather the pieces of his broken heart. However, the thoughts of what happened to him kept going through his mind. Soon he saw no point in fighting anymore. He dropped the pieces back on to the ground with tears filling his eyes.
As the tears ran off his face someone’s hand reached down and began to catch them. When the man looked up he saw the face of the Lord and on His face was a look of love and pity.
So the man cried and cried with he Lord’s hands under his face catching all his tears, and when this was done the Lord reached behind Him. There in His hand was a bottle. He took all of the tears that He caught and put all them into it.
He held the bottle up to the man and said, “When we reach the end of this road you will look back on these tears as nothing more then old tales.”
Then the Lord reached down onto the ground and began to pick up the pieces of the man’s broken heart.
But as he was watching the Lord the man looked into the Lord’s face and from His eyes tears began to fall. Except when the tears fell off of the Lord’s face they continued to fall until they hit the ground, disappearing for ever.
Then He took all of the pieces of the man’s heart and placed His hand on his chest.
The mans chest began to glow, and with every piece that the Lord put back, He put a bit of hope, strength and love in.
Suddenly the man felt new again. The pain that had haunted him for so long was now gone and in its place was peace.
The Lord helped the man to his feet and said, “Come on, let’s go.”
So as you can see, when sorrow and despair come into your life and the tears begin to fall, the Lord will always be there to catch them. But when the tears fall from His face no one well be there to catch His. That is why He is God and I am not.
What happens when sorrow and despair enter our lives? Who is there for us, if anyone? This is a story of what happened to a man.
The man walked along the road with pain in his heart. If you were in his shoes you would feel the same for he had been waiting a long time for someone like her, but she did not feel the same. He was a gentleman to her, who listened and was ever so kind.
Unfortunately, it was not enough, for someone else had won her heart.
So he did what a man does when such things happen. He said, “I wish you all the best,” and walked away.
So there he was on the road with an ache in his heart, but it is what happens next that is the reason for this story.
As he walked along the road the pain in his heart grew stronger, so strong that he could no longer stand. So he stopped walking, fell to his knees and grabbed his chest with his hands. As he was rocking back and forth, the pain became too much for him to bear; so much that his heart could no longer take it. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces all falling onto the ground.
But the man was determined not to give in and so he reached down to the ground and began to gather the pieces of his broken heart. However, the thoughts of what happened to him kept going through his mind. Soon he saw no point in fighting anymore. He dropped the pieces back on to the ground with tears filling his eyes.
As the tears ran off his face someone’s hand reached down and began to catch them. When the man looked up he saw the face of the Lord and on His face was a look of love and pity.
So the man cried and cried with he Lord’s hands under his face catching all his tears, and when this was done the Lord reached behind Him. There in His hand was a bottle. He took all of the tears that He caught and put all them into it.
He held the bottle up to the man and said, “When we reach the end of this road you will look back on these tears as nothing more then old tales.”
Then the Lord reached down onto the ground and began to pick up the pieces of the man’s broken heart.
But as he was watching the Lord the man looked into the Lord’s face and from His eyes tears began to fall. Except when the tears fell off of the Lord’s face they continued to fall until they hit the ground, disappearing for ever.
Then He took all of the pieces of the man’s heart and placed His hand on his chest.
The mans chest began to glow, and with every piece that the Lord put back, He put a bit of hope, strength and love in.
Suddenly the man felt new again. The pain that had haunted him for so long was now gone and in its place was peace.
The Lord helped the man to his feet and said, “Come on, let’s go.”
So as you can see, when sorrow and despair come into your life and the tears begin to fall, the Lord will always be there to catch them. But when the tears fall from His face no one well be there to catch His. That is why He is God and I am not.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Cast in to the Sea
By Joseph C. Collins
My God, My God how I see
That I will never be worthy of someone like Thee
Still you come to find me, My God. My God, surely you see
That am so unworthy of someone as Thee.
I hear of that sea: the sea of forgetfulness.
And I know I should be in such a sea.
My God why do you want me?
Why should I have the honor of seeing all that you have made: the stars in the sky, the trees that grow on the mountains, and the waves that make the ocean move?
Why should I have command over the animals, and why should I have such an honor to even carry the name of “child of God”?
I am guilty for I have sinned against you and all you have made.
But still you came to find me.
I am unworthy of Thee, O Lord.
God, let me go for I do not deserve your eyes to be upon me,
And so I say, “ My God, my God, I do not deserve to be with someone as Thee.
So please let me be cast away into the sea.”
My child, my child why can’t you see that you are of me.
Yet I hear you say to let you stay far away from me.
My child, my child, I am the one who has made all that you see and all the you smell and all that you eat and all that you feel.
I have made the stars in the sky.
I have made the mountains and the trees.
Yet I hear you say you want to just walk away.
My child, my child look at thee.
Do not hide your face from me.
I did not work all those days to watch you walk away.
Yes I did make all things, but who will ask me of those things.
Who will come to me and ask about those stars, and who will ask about the sky and the trees and the rocks and the ground that you stand on?
My child, my child, the pain that you feel is not of me.
I will cast it away.
And yet you hide your face from me.
Do I not deserve the right to see the face that I have made?
Is it not mine to see?
Look at me.
Do I look ashamed of thee?
Why should I be?
For who looks down on me?
Who can say, “Look at those you made and how they do not do what you say.”
Who can say such things to me?
And yet you hide your face from me.
My child, my child can you not see?
That you’re of me.
And I will not have you cast away into the sea.
My God, My God how I see
That I will never be worthy of someone like Thee
Still you come to find me, My God. My God, surely you see
That am so unworthy of someone as Thee.
I hear of that sea: the sea of forgetfulness.
And I know I should be in such a sea.
My God why do you want me?
Why should I have the honor of seeing all that you have made: the stars in the sky, the trees that grow on the mountains, and the waves that make the ocean move?
Why should I have command over the animals, and why should I have such an honor to even carry the name of “child of God”?
I am guilty for I have sinned against you and all you have made.
But still you came to find me.
I am unworthy of Thee, O Lord.
God, let me go for I do not deserve your eyes to be upon me,
And so I say, “ My God, my God, I do not deserve to be with someone as Thee.
So please let me be cast away into the sea.”
My child, my child why can’t you see that you are of me.
Yet I hear you say to let you stay far away from me.
My child, my child, I am the one who has made all that you see and all the you smell and all that you eat and all that you feel.
I have made the stars in the sky.
I have made the mountains and the trees.
Yet I hear you say you want to just walk away.
My child, my child look at thee.
Do not hide your face from me.
I did not work all those days to watch you walk away.
Yes I did make all things, but who will ask me of those things.
Who will come to me and ask about those stars, and who will ask about the sky and the trees and the rocks and the ground that you stand on?
My child, my child, the pain that you feel is not of me.
I will cast it away.
And yet you hide your face from me.
Do I not deserve the right to see the face that I have made?
Is it not mine to see?
Look at me.
Do I look ashamed of thee?
Why should I be?
For who looks down on me?
Who can say, “Look at those you made and how they do not do what you say.”
Who can say such things to me?
And yet you hide your face from me.
My child, my child can you not see?
That you’re of me.
And I will not have you cast away into the sea.
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