Thank you Mom, for Everything

Thank you Mom, for Everything

When i was just a babe with legs not trained to walk you took me in your arms and carried me around.

Then, soon as I was able you set me on my feet so wobbly and weak and taught me how to stand.

The next thing that you did was teach me how to walk as soon as I was able I went off like a shot.

You told me who God was and said to follow Him. I followed in your footsteps the very best I could.

The times I could not see you your footprints were before me I knew that they would lead where I was spos'd to go.

I watched you chase the devil and peepers at the window with a broom raised o'er your head

a Bible in your hand.

Tho' life was hard and sadness came I heard you sing your songs of praise and faith to God right thru the winds and rain.

As soon as I was able I came to walk beside youthen I could see His footprints that had been leading you.

Time did pass and I did learnand arm in arm we've walked.I hope your load's been lighteras I no longer cling.

And now your steps have slowed I'll slip my arm in yours say 'steady as she goes' just to keep you on the path.

When you falter I'll be glad to carry you a while just to say 'I love you' and not to make you weak.

When I think of all the things that you have done for me I'd glady do them all for you in any way I could.

But since you are so far away all I can do is pray And I will do that faithfully each and every day.

I'll send you down an angel to wipe away your tears to change the pain to a refrain and chase away the woes.

I'll send you down an angel to help you through your day to carry for you and do the things you gladly did for me.

For everything I thank you the words the songs the deeds but most of all I thank you, Mom for teaching me to walk.

Face to the wind and climbing mountains! 

Penny Morava

Have a Blessed Day!

posted 05/05/2012

Traveler

A traveler stopped to rest beside the road one day and saw an old deserted country church. He saw a piece of rope hanging in the steeple. It was battered and worn and the end frayed and it swayed silently in the breeze. You could tell it's been through some storms. Before they took it's bell away it made beautiful music, calling people from the neighboring farms to worship. Now it just hung there forlornly suspended in time.

The traveler went inside the building to explore and climbed to the belfry. To his surprise, there on the floor beneath the rope lay a bell and the other end of the rope. It was just a small bell so he looked around and found something he could stand on and, taking the other piece of rope he tugged the old bell up one step at a time until he could tie the loose ends together. Giving the bell a gentle push, he listened to it's gentle peal. He imagined it would ring whenever there was a storm. He was glad he'd reconnected the bell to it's main rope. 

Getting into his car to leave he heard the bell begin to peal. He looked back and what he saw gave him goosebumps. A shaft of sunlight was lighting the belfry of the steeple, and in it's light swung a shining silver bell from a rope that looked brand new and it swung back and forth even tho there was no wind.

Father, reconnect our frayed ends and let your divine wind blow. Heal our brokenness and restore us to you. Fill us with Your presence and let our song burst forth within us once again.

by Penny Morova Posted 05/01/2012