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GOD CARES FOR YOU | |||||
Be not anxious for your life, | |||||
As to what you’ll eat or drink; | |||||
But trust the Lord for each days’ needs, | |||||
He’ll give more than you ask or think. | |||||
For your body, worry not, | |||||
For clothing have not a care; |
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God knows the covering that you need, |
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He’ll supply what you shall wear | |||||
Your body is much more than clothes, | |||||
Just look at the lilies and know; | |||||
That though they neither toil nor spin, | |||||
On them great beauty He did bestow. | |||||
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And life is far more than food, | |||||
Look at the birds and you’ll know; | |||||
The Father above provides for them; | |||||
Though they neither reap nor sow. | |||||
And if He cares that much for them, | |||||
How much more He cares for you! | |||||
For in His image you are made, | |||||
And each day His provisions are new. | |||||
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Janet Fenton Meadows | |||||
5/5/96 | |||||
Petrified Tree Stump by Don Meadows in The Petrified Forest, Arizona 2010 | |||||
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A WALK IN THE WIND |
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I took a walk with my dog today. | |||||
The wind was blowing, it seemed to say, |
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Come, Little Leaves, with me and play |
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They flitted and fluttered in the air |
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And I was so glad that I was there; | |||||
I felt God’s Presence everywhere | |||||
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Piles of leaves were in the street, | |||||
Raked by men to make their yards neat. | |||||
But the leaves were eager the wind to meet. | |||||
And floating in the air they seemed to say, | |||||
We’ll play with the wind one more day, | |||||
Before the street cleaners sweep us away. | |||||
The sight I so very much did enjoy, | |||||
And I wondered if the leaves were God’s toy | |||||
As a kite is to a little boy. | |||||
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Janet Fenton Meadows | |||||
10/30/96 | |||||
We Lost "Twister" Above in 2005 | |||||
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Homecoming | |||||
I thank my God upon every remembrance of you. – Philippians 1:3 (KJV) | |||||
Today is Homecoming Day | |||||
Here at Maple Street; |
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It’s a day for reminiscing |
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And with dear friends to meet | |||||
Some dear faces are missing | |||||
From our midst today; | |||||
But we will see them again in heaven | |||||
On that Great Homecoming Day. | |||||
I am so glad I am here today | |||||
To share with all of you; | |||||
Many memories flood my mind | |||||
Of things we used to do. | |||||
We all worked hard together, | |||||
Our dear Lord’s will to do; | |||||
Sometimes it was a struggle, | |||||
But He always saw us through | |||||
We were so richly blessed as we | |||||
Put others’ needs before our own. | |||||
And it was in these times that on | |||||
“Good Ground” our seeds were sown. | |||||
I remember picking the pumpkins; | |||||
We got so tired and dirty, too; | |||||
But we were doing it for Jesus, | |||||
That made it easier to do. | |||||
The parking lot sales and bazaars, | |||||
Mission trips and community dinners, | |||||
The hard work that all of you did | |||||
In my book made you more than winners. | |||||
The joys of worship services | |||||
Held in the sanctuary here | |||||
In my heart will remain forever; | |||||
I’ll always hold them dear. | |||||
The Joyful Voices singing, | |||||
The faithful Chancel Choir, | |||||
The Bell Choirs with their ringing, | |||||
All blessed our worship hour. | |||||
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These rhymes could go on forever, | |||||
So many things I can recall | |||||
Of years spent at Maple Street | |||||
Sharing in God’s Work with you all. | |||||
But I will end my rhymes today | |||||
And hope that each one hears | |||||
As I say “thanks” to all of you | |||||
For nine unforgettable years. | |||||
Janet Fenton Meadows | |||||
10/11/2008 | |||||
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Rainbow Picture by Linda Bishop near Slocum | |||||
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When we see a rainbow, |
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God sees it, too. | |||||
And He remembers His promise | |||||
To me and to you. | |||||
Never again will there come a flood, |
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To destroy all on earth that’s of flesh and blood | |||||
Janet Fenton Meadows |
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4/16/04 | |||||
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Hebrews 13:5b: For He hath said, “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” (KJV) | |||||
God Is Still There | |||||
When my heart is heavy and burdened with care, |
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I sometimes forget, God, that You are still there. | |||||
I fret and worry and can hardly pray | |||||
As I try by myself to determine a way | |||||
To bring an end to my trouble and woe, | |||||
And try to discover which way to go. | |||||
Then, God, You remind me in some way or other | |||||
That the only thing I need to discover | |||||
Is that You are still there and always will be; | |||||
And if I but trust You, then I will see | |||||
That You truly love me and You won’t depart |
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Even when I have a sad, weary heart. | |||||
You have the answers to the problems that press, | |||||
Making me suffer such pain and distress. | |||||
And if I’ll but listen to hear Your voice, | |||||
You’ll always help me to make the right choice. | |||||
You’ll always be with me if I choose to stay | |||||
Always with You and trust You each day. | |||||
Janet Fenton Meadows |
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Behold, what manner of love the Father hash bestowed upon us, that we should be called the children of God. –1 John 3:1 | |||||
WHY ME, LORD? | |||||
When I think that the Creator of the world |
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And the God of the universe | |||||
Has made Himself known to me |
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And saved me from sin’s curse, | |||||
I am amazed and overwhelmed | |||||
That He should love me so; |
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For who am I that He should bend | |||||
To one so weak and low? | |||||
I know not why this wonderful grace | |||||
Should have been given to me; | |||||
But I’ll thank Him for this precious gift, | |||||
Praise and serve Him eternally. | |||||
Janet Fenton Meadows | |||||
1/3/1999 |