Words Come from the Heart
~ death & life are in the power of the tongue ~

Words can mean many different things,
The message they carry is up to you.
Your heart, your thoughts, your attitude,
The way you speak will bring them through!

First they travel the route
from your heart to your mind.
Then as they are tossed about,
the meaning you're sending they find.

Are the things you speak fit
for Kings and Royalty?
Or are they feeble and weak
filled with sadness and plea?

Once they exit your lips,
they are no longer a thought.
Are you glad they escaped?
Do you wish they could be caught?

Out of the heart flow the issues of life.
Are your words filled with love?
Are your words filled with strife?

Is your heart filled with treasure?
Do you know what's in store?
Can your kind words be measured?
Is your heart bitter sore?

If your heart has been filled with cold,
harsh words in the past~
They can be gathered and spilled,
Replaced with love that will last.

The transfusion takes time.
It's not one to be rushed~
But the hurt and the voices,
by love can be hushed.

Just whisper His name~
Peace will rush through your heart!
Jesus, Dear Jesus,
Come into my heart
and never depart!

DeLayne Perry (c)

Red Light
~Jesus is the Life Line~

A red light flickers in the distance~
It beckons her memory to recall . . .
How once her life was filled with innocence~
Until grasping, stumbling she took a fall!

Into the trench of guilt she crawled.
Dark glasses soon became her fashion.
Those that knew her were appalled!
Who would tend her with compassion?

The red light brighter now is blinking~
Reminding her she chose to live.
A life-line has restored her thinking~
It was herself she had to forgive!

DeLayne Perry (c)

The Storm

The sky lights up
And thunder claps!
The rolling hills become the wraps ~
Embrace the land for love abounds
As the wild storm moves in with sounds ~
That sing of cleansing with awesome power ~
As clouds explode releasing the shower ~
Which bring the washing high and low
From tops of hills to valleys below.
Oh drink!
Fill up beyond measure.
Be satisfied for God brings pleasure!

DeLayne Perry (c)

The Beauty of My Lord

Today was so confusing; my life seemed like a blur.
And when I tried to focus, my mind would only whir.
Then frustrated, I felt anger rising up within my being.
Out came words without regard to wounding they would cause.

In my tumbling state of mind, I really was not seeing ~
I was ugly on the outside, then something made me pause ~
I knew I needed to talk to the Lord and listen to His voice.
He answered me by telling me that actions are my choice.

I quickly moved, grabbed my coat and I put my tennies on.
Once away, into the sky my vision drifted far
The moon, already standing without a shining star.
The beauty of the Lord was spread before my eyes
As the sun went down, clouds engulfed the evening skies.

Before me was his canvas, as I watched, the colors blended,
I cried out and told the Lord, I thought I had been mended!
His sigh became the brush from my Master's hand
And the beauty of my Lord I tried to understand.

It stood before me -
beyond the mountains, throughout the sky
And reached as the moon rose up high.
Soon the stars were twinkling and the sun had gone away ~
My troubles began to drift as if they had to close the day!

Then there,! The beauty of my Lord, AGAIN!
As before my eyes,
the burning colors began to disappear ~
And soon the night cloaked His canvas ~
But the stars and the moon through His cloak, shined so clear!

Still . . . the chill was now cutting ~
It was time to walk back home.
Though now I wasn't crying and I didn't walk alone.

I felt a sense of peace, as I faced the windy chill.
And remembered that he told me
that my actions are of my will.

Another stitch was made through me
for I am still being mended
And the thread is of the colors,
that before my eyes were blended.

By the beauty of my Lord!
I stand in awe of your beauty
My Savior, my Lord, my Master,
and my God!

DeLayne Perry (c)

And lost in a storm of life,

I know that I can always pray

Jesus, You are the lighthouse that

Will guide me safely home this day!

If I get weary at the helm,

You are there to lead the way.

You are as close as the whisper of your name.

And to hear Your Voice I pray!

DeLayne Perry (c)

Take Advise Learn to be Wise
Cast Your Burdens Upon Him

Does being anxious or worried mean we are wise?
Yet He says "be anxious and worry about nothing."

Who is He that gives this advice?
He is the Lord and He is the King!

If we can't dismiss the feeling we try to hide,
then know that sin wants it's way and we are holding on
to pride.

If we believe in our mind that it is too big for God,
then we are actually wicked for not trusting in the blood.

When confusion steps in, are we shaken by fear?
Is our peace still the same as in days that are clear?

No, it is not always easy to dismiss an invasion.
But if we can't do it, God's not part of the equation.

If we fret then we are mentally out of sorts.
And in our spirit we stumble by receiving bad reports.

On the cross at Calvary, he carried it all for you and me!

When we take matters into our own hands
We are telling Him that he doesn't understand!

Fussing will lead us right into sin
and prove that we are really not trusting in Him!

So just take His advice and learn to be wise!

DeLayne Perry (c)

Each one of us has a special appointment.

The day nor the time do we know.

There won't be a phone call or memo sent.

And there won't be a group who must show.

No questions. It is not our choice to keep.

No suggestions. We will just go to sleep.

The book is all colors. The pages are clear.

The One who writes in it is both far and near.

The schedule is full from cover to cover.

The times and locations are widely assorted.

Inside is contained what we can't discover.

Yet every believer's name is recorded!

The Author's not silent-He does the greeting.

Words spoken are meant-He's at every meeting.

This appointment made only once for each man.

Our work on this earth must be steady.

He has planned every day from beginning to end.

I ask you my friend ~ Are we ready?

DeLayne Perry (c)

No trace of water or oil . . .

Thirst screams for relief ~

Within the parching, wounded coil!

Come Sanguine ~ touch the place so dry

There's hollow dips around the eye . . .

Release the flow of cleansing water ~

You won't look away or walk on by!

The sight is not a pretty one ~

In darkness, hidden from the sun . . .

Come, bring your light ~ illuminate!

For warmth is needed on this one!

Flood the field with the heart ~

Let tilling have it's precious start . . .

The plow is waiting with shimmering blade ~

Though painful, RELIEF, it will impart!

DeLayne Perry (c)

And lost in a storm of life,

I know that I can always pray

Jesus, You are the lighthouse that

Will guide me safely home this day!

If I get weary at the helm,

You are there to lead the way.

You are as close as the whisper of your name.

And to hear Your Voice I pray!

DeLayne Perry (c)

DeLayne Perry (c)

Proceed to the writings of:

Ed Valenzuela    Nancy Hegener