Joys of Home

Joys of Home

 Home is a safe place of refuge,

Where no fear is ignored or huge.

Sounds of joy are within these walls,

Echoing from heart's chamber halls.

Comfort given in sweet accord,

Cherished, blessed, honored and adored.

Respect for all is understood.

Living in peace is really good.

A welcomed place to come and rest

And, to be renewed and refreshed.

Home is more than where we reside,

It's pure love that grows from inside.

Praise the Lord for all He has done!

Making hearts and home into one.

(c) Kay Hinson

Growing Thankfulness

Growing Thankfulness

Sit in quietness.

Let me fill your heart and mind

With thankfulness.

My love was given for you...

Gaze on the cross.

Foundation of gratitude,

The priceless cost.

Your heart swells with thanksgiving

Seeing treasures

I've planted along your way.

Simple pleasures

To brighten each of your days.

With care, observe

And, pluck them up one by one.

A bouquet of love,

You can offer me with thanks.

Eyes closed in sleep

With thankful thoughts on your mind

Growing down deep.

11/23/10

(c) Kay Hinson

In Your Moments

In Your Moments

You can find Me in each moment

With eyes that see and ears that hear

As fine tuned instruments.

I speak in ways that are sincere.

Sometimes in brightly painted skies

You will see glorious sunsets,

That man tries to describe.

Smiling faces also reflects,

Loving and soft voices declare

What I want to communicate.

More ways than words, I share

.

Look at all the things I create!

Caressing you with gentle breeze,

Refreshing you with delightment,

Holding you in your needs,

Bringing you back to excitement.

Speaking softly in your depths

To your inner Spirit of Mine.

I, your Greatest of Helps...

Away with the dark to sunshine.

I live in you for all to see.

Sharpen your spiritual eyesight.

Believe, you can feel Me,

In the noise of the day, or quiet.

When you seek Me above all else,

You will begin to find Me more.

It is Me, not yourself.

More of your moments, I adore.

11/22/10

(c) Kay Hinson

Focus your eyes upon My Presence.

Focus your eyes upon My Presence.

You can be assured I am with you.

I'm enveloping you in My Love and Peace.

While you relax in My Presence,

I am molding your mind,

And cleansing your heart.

I Am recreating you,

 Into the one I designed you to be.

As you move from stillness...

Into the activities of your day,

Do not relinquish your attentiveness to Me!

If your are troubled, talk it over with Me.

If you become bored with what you are doing,

Fill your time with prayer and praise.

If someone irritates you...

Don't let your thoughts linger on their faults.

Gently nudge your mind back to Me.

Every moment is precious, 

So, keep your focus on Me.

Any day can be a good day...

Because My Presence permeates all time.

(From God's Word)

{Psalm 89:15-16: 41:12, I John 3:19-20, Jude 24-25}

Sunrise

                

As I begin to wake,


the morning misty sunlight welcomes me.

A sky of orangy red with hues of yellow

peek through the beginning of barren trees.

The green leaves of summer are turning

to autumn's rich colors of red, orange and yellow,

Matching the amazing sunrise

on the canvas of a power blue sky.

Greetings with such beauty and wonder

my eyes open wide to take in this grand masterpiece.

(c) Kay Hinson

Humbly Grateful or Grumbly Hateful

Humbly Grateful or Grumbly Hateful

Words of grumble and complain

It's been happening since Abel and Cain.

“Isn't my offering good enough?

It's just as good as Abel's stuff!”

“Our work is too hard,” the Israelites said,

“I'd much rather be already dead.

Oh Moses, why did you bring us here?

We're going to die of hunger, we fear!

What's this here on the ground?

You call this food we have found?”

“It's far too much to keep these rules.

I'll do as I please and keep a few.

Why am I in such a mess?

God won't listen and doesn't bless.

He's forgotten about me is my guess.”

Ever thought about where you are?

Do you grumble with hate and God's name mar?

No words of gratefulness.

Just words of hatefulness.

You are angry and bitter.

You have never considered.

Being grateful and kind

Never crossed your mind?

God heard your pleas and cries.

And, with provisions and blessings, was His reply.

Hateful grumbler you have remained.

Even when there is so much to gain.

Being humbly grateful in spite of pain.

It is not what you receive,

It's your attitude and how you believe.

God is good and knows His plans.

Be grateful even if you don't understand.

His ways are perfect and the best.

Be grateful and with your mouth confess.

How gracious and right God is.

Especially if you are a child of His.

In His word is says, “Count it all joy!”

Humbly grateful or grumbly hateful,

Which one do you employ?

(c) Kay Hinson

Garden of Life

Garden of Life

Life growing free and wild

Is like weeds that stay awhile.

The longer they stay and grow

The roots are stronger below.

Gardens we grow in life

Can be wild with roots of strife.

Overgrowth from lack of love,

Growing stronger above.

Life growing with loving care,

Budding with flowers to share.

Pleasant to the eye and soul,

Desired to have and hold.

Gardens we grow have needs,

Beginning from tiny seeds.

Blooming beauty to enjoy,

Or wild weeds we've ignored? 

7/24/2010

(c) Kay Hinson

I Loathe My Very Life

I Loathe My Very Life

I loathe my very life.

It's full of hardships and much strife.

I give free reign to my complaints,

Constantly saying what it ain't.

All are evil, no one does right,

And nothing seems to satisfy my sight.

In my thoughts it's tragic for me.

I speak only in bitterness...

From my soul, don't you see?

My words will wound you as they do me.

I am scarred so deep within.

Do you have any idea where I've been?

What is the cause and why do I complain?

I use cutting words, hurting you the same.

I suffer from hate, deep inside of me.

I pray and beg for my release.

Will this misery within me ever cease?

Oh, God, flood me with Your mercy.

My soul is so dry and thirsty.

I'm in such horrible bondage, too much for me.

Please comfort me with Your Holy Spirit.

I may not be able for You to reach, I fear it.

With complaints and bitter words I've hurt others, not just me.

Contagious are they in my presence, and You are displeased.

I'm justified to air my negative opinions and pleas.

Yet, I know I'm too impossible to please.

Please, put my bitterness for once, at ease.

Do not let my bitterness bubble to the surface.

Bring healing to my hurt, I'm  such a pitiful case.

With only one life to live, I need Your precious grace.

What is the cure? How can I continue and endure?

Jesus, please hear me, and give me the cure.

 4/20/2010

(c) Kay Hinson