True Light

                                   

                                      The Sun

                            Fire melts butter, so they say                                                                                                                                     Now the question comes into play,                                                                                                                     Does the sun love butter, hate the clay?                                                                                                               Does it bestow its heat upon a whim,                                                                                                                 Or is the difference in the two of them?

                       What mystery is held in the sun's kiss?                                                                                                                I suspect the answer is merely this:                                                                                                                      Clay resists the Son's presence                                                                                                                            While butter yields its essence;                                                                                                                            O  Lord, create in me a heart of butter, not of clay.

                                      MOONLIGHT                                                             

 The bright moonlight spreads its silvery glow,                                                                                     Transforming ordinary things below;                                                                                                    The wonder is, if truth be known,                                                                                                            The moon has no light of its own.

 If it went off on a path alone,                                                                                                                 I'd s what it is--a mere chunk of stone;                                                                                                     Its true nature exposed, scarred by its past,                                                                                                 Then the source of its light, revealed at last. 

  By faithfully circling around the sun,                                                                                                            The beauty it shares is easily won;                                                                                                               When my life on earth, Father, is finally done,                                                                                              Let it show I steadfastly turned 'round your Son.

           

Light offers clarity, wisdom, guidance to your path and understanding. but if you fail to follow its path,    you will be lost, left behind.  Where are you, in this picture? You need to know where you stand, in sinking sand . . . . . .    or on solid rock--your future depends on your answer

 When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John  8:12

14“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; 15nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. 16“Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven. John14;16

1The LORD is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

2He makes me lie down in green pastures;

He leads me beside quiet waters.

3He restores my soul;

He guides me in the paths of righteousness

for the sake of His name.

4Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,but

I will fear no evil,

for You are with me;

Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

5You prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies.

You anoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

6Surely goodness and mercy will follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house of the LORD                                                                                                                 forever.   Psalm 23