Lynda, Thanks, by Marie MacIntyre

Thanks for the lovely song
Which for us you did sing.
The beauty of your message
To my heart did beauty bring.

God gave a lovely gift
Of song to you,
And the gifts that you share -
Thanks for sharing them, too.

Peter, by Marie MacIntyre

The disciples were in a boat

And watched Jesus their way to walk,

But he walked upon the water

And the disciples with fear did talk.

But Peter asked this Jesus

To tell him to come to him,

And he walked upon the water

Until he looked down, when his troubles

did begin.

Peter with fright called out,

And Jesus his hand did give,

And he walked back to boat with him,

For he in his Father's will did live.

Jesus this walk did take

To show he was a chosen one,

And when Peter took his eyes off Jesus

Found his troubles had begun.

Jesus our way to God,

A precious one was He.

He lived and died to save us,

He died to set us free.

We must keep our eyes turned upward,

For God is a heavenly one,

He opened the way to Him

When He sent his precious Son.

Speed, by Marie MacIntyre

You may be moving and yet stand still,
If your spiritual life you do not fill.

What good does it do you to seek the star,
If your inner life is all ajar?

This need for speed that fills you through
Brings no inner peace inside of you.

Slow down and listen to God's word.
To those that listen the truth is heard

In Meditation, by Marie MacIntyre

In meditation I saw twin mountains,
Lush, with a waterfall between,
And below there were green meadows,
All sparkly and green.

In the meadow, lush and verdant,
Jesus and His Apostles were there,
And my husband and I as one,
Joined the group of this One so fair.

I Knelt To Pray, by Marie MacIntyre

I knelt in church,

And prayed to my God above,

To guide me and sustain me,

In his own precious love.

While praying, I felt the presence,

And thanked my God that He,

Did care enough to listen,

To insignificant me.

I prayed that my deeds,

Would show the measure of my love,

And each would be acceptable,

And lead me to God above.

I prayed so hard I cried,

For I needed to feel His touch.

Then I saw Him standing,

This One I love so much.

He held His arms out to me,

And in thought I heard Him say,

"My child, with you I am pleased,

And I hear you when you pray."

Night, by Marie MacIntyre

Father I look out
In the darkness of night
And gaze at the stars
Up in Heaven so bright.

I look at the moon
As it shines up on high,
Surrounded by stars
In a darkened sky.

Many of God's creatures
Are snuggled in bed
As the moon takes its course
In the sky overhead.

Yet many of God's creatures
Come out in the night
And hunt by the beams
Of the moon's waving light.

Whether a day
Or a night creature we be
All praise for creation
Belongs, Lord, with Thee.