Fretting
By Jeanne Sullivan
Fretting your problems does no good
It can put you in a foul mood
Do as I say and just give them away.
That may sound good to you
But give them to who
To your father in Heaven, today
Trade in your fret
See what you’ll get
More trusting in the Lord
God says “don’t fret”
It ain’t over yet
What do you need me to do?
You’re not unique
Listen to God speak
He’s more experienced than you
He may not blow your problems away
But listen to what he has to say
You’ve got to do your part too.
Don’t be a goose
What have you got to lose?
He’s handled these problems before
You may think He’s wrong
Still tag along
How you doing so far on your own?
THANKING THE LORD
By Jeanne Sullivan
Have you thanked the Lord today?
For the little things He sends your way
Things like a clear blue sky
With fluffy clouds floating by
For birds nesting in the trees
The touch of a soft summer breeze
A baby’s smile a mother’s kiss
Hot coffee when life goes amiss
Good friends who listen to you vent
You know they must be heaven sent
We make the time to pray for the bigger things
And forget our joy with the things He brings
So praise the Lord each and every day
For the little things He sends your way
WONDER
By Jeanne Sullivan
I wonder why the birdies sing when it’s still dark outside?
Is it because they know the darkness of the night will be chased away
Making room for the light of God’s new day?
The Rosebud Trees
By Jeanne Sullivan
Two little rosebud trees struggled through the winter. I can’t wait to bloom said one.
this year will be my first time. I wonder what color I am. LOOK, I have some buds.
If I push real hard maybe I can flower.
It’s not time said God.
But it’s warm and sunny said the little tree.
It’s not time said the Lord.
The little tree sighed. The sun was warm and she couldn’t wait.
She pushed and pushed and beautiful pink flowers covered her.
Look at me she said to the other tree. I’m beautiful.
But God said not now.
I couldn’t wait said the little tree.
That night the frost was heavy and the little tree shivered in the cold.
When morning came all the blossoms were dead and the little tree cried.
Two weeks later the other tree asked God if it were time yet
Yes, said God.
So the second tree huffed and pushed until all the blossoms were pink and lush
and the little tree was dressed and beautiful.
She stayed that way until her dress changed to a Lovely green.
God said it was good.
God will tell me when it’s time. I can wait.