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Designed for Service to the King


I was designed for service to the King,
Uniquely made for His Purpose and Plan.

He gave me eyes to see His people’s needs.
He gave me ears to hear His children’s cries.
He gave me a voice to speak on their behalf.
He gave me hands to minister to their flesh.
He gave me legs to stand in strength and lead.
He gave me feet to go and serve.
He filled my mind with knowledge for action.

Yet something was missing.
Gifts, talents, tools, and vision—all provided.
But I had no heart.
Blinded by self-love, the darkness enveloped me.

My eyes saw only my own situation.
My ears heard only the world’s accolades.
My voice spoke only for myself.
My hands grabbed greedily for all that was mine.
My arms held only the possessions I had gained.
My legs stood firmly to defend what I had gathered.
My feet rooted deeply to my pleasant, personal space.
My mind perceived only plans of fortune and fame.

I could not serve the King.

But then Jesus drew me to the Cross, where
My eyes saw His bruised and bleeding body.
My ears heard His agonized cries, as His Father turned away.
His Voice asked humbly forgiveness for His enemies.
His Hands pierced deeply with nails for my sins.
His Arms spread wide with love, even in death.
His legs bent meekly, in obedience to His Father’s will.
His feet anchored willingly, sacrificing His freedom.
His mind set purposefully, to accomplish the Father’s Plan.

Suddenly, blinders fell from my lustful eyes.
Worldly admiration no longer clogged my desirous ears.
My voice cried out for forgiveness, lovingly granted.
My arms released all worldly wealth;
My hands let go of greedy grasping.
My legs, no longer bound, stood against the darkness,
And my feet were freed to carry the Light.

My eyes now see His heart of love.
My ears are tuned to His whispered instruction.
My voice sings joyfully of His goodness.
My arms are raised in worship,
And my hands clap with praise.
My legs kneel in reverence,
And my feet dance with joy!

He gave me eyes to see beyond their needs—a vision of His Perfect Plan.
He gave me ears to hear His calling—a call to His Perfect Purpose.
He gave me a voice that travels around the globe—to touch all His People.
He gave me arms that extend beyond my reach—to all of His Creation.
He gave me hands to heal—an instrument of His Anointing.
He gave me legs to stand for good—a leader for His Army.
He gave me feet to walk—guided by His Truth.
He gave me a mind to comprehend—the scope of His Presence and Power.

I was designed for service to the King,
Uniquely made for His Purpose and Plan.

The Shepherds


by C. K Widmayer

Evening comes; sheep safely in the fold.
Shepherds settle, as in the days of old.
Heat of day turns to pleasant cool.
Dark of night displays a radiant pool
Stars that shine, and twinkle bright on high—
God’s handiwork, amid expanse of sky.

When suddenly, a brightness lights the night.
The shepherds quake and tremble, full of fright.
What is this light, where night appears as day?
Silently, they watch with great dismay.
And then, an Angel speaks to calm their fears.
“I have good news; my message, oh so dear.
Today, today, a Savior has been born.
He is Messiah, the One to be adored.”

“You’ll find this child upon a manger bed,
Wrapped in cloth, where animals are fed.
In the town of David, will He be.”
(The one destined to die upon a tree.)
For all mankind, the joyous message rings.
Spread the news. He’s born the King of Kings.
A heavenly host, with praises fills the air.
“Glory to the One Who is Most Fair.
Peace on earth, good will to men,” they sing.
Shepherds depart to see this glorious thing.

The shepherds left their flocks alone that night.
They wanted to behold the wondrous sight,
Announced to them by the Angel from on high.
They found the babe; in the manger He did lie.
They shared the news announced to them with joy—
Proclaimed about the babe, sweet Mary’s boy.
And quietly, Mary pondered in her heart.
She kept her hopes and fears for her own part.

The shepherds are back to tending sheep,
But now, it is impossible to sleep.
The news entrusted safely to their care—
This message—a message singly rare,
A long-awaited promise now fulfilled.
Hopes and dreams renewed, restored, instilled.
Nothing outward changed in life just yet.
But inwardly, every promise now is met.
A King, the long-awaited one, has come.
God’s perfect plan for victory just begun.

The Evergreen


I came upon an Evergreen
Its branches stark and bare.
Its edges sharp and prickly,
Poking out everywhere.
Its trunk somewhat misshapen;
Its needles parched and pale
Its roots all bound and withered
Neither hearty, whole, nor hale.
Fading, failing, lifeless
Without love or care.
I took it home to love it,
An opportunity rare.

I propped it in a bucket
And helped it stand upright.
Its branches scraped and bit me;
It put up quite a fight.
A strong and firm foundation
Was needed at the base,
To help rebuild its shape and form—
To bring it back to grace.
I warmed it and I fed it;
I watered it and more,
I offered it my time and help
So it could be restored.

It slowly started trusting.
Letting down its guard.
But next I had to prune it;
A task that proved quite hard.
Branches required trimming
To even out its look—
Snipping, clipping, cutting
All of these it took.
It cried and pleaded, “Stop it.”
But boldly I kept on.
I knew exactly where to cut
Each part, each branch, each frond.

But finally I was finished
With the hard but needful task.
The time had come to lavish love
And let my new tree bask
In love and care and nourishment
And all things being new.
The time had come to bestow gifts,
Many, not a few.
To restore the radiant beauty
That’s lost without the Source.
Without the Giver of the Life
The tree wandered off course.

So I opened up my treasures
And began to trim my tree
To show the world my love for him
To make him glow for me.
I started with some garland
Gold and twinkling bright.
I added light to help him shine
A beacon in the night.
Some ornaments of red and green,
Some beads of gossamer white,
And on the top an angel
To give him added height.

And then, The Lord, He whispered,
“You see what you have done?”
You’ve modeled what I’ve done for you
By giving you My Son.
My child, you are rooted
Grafted in the Vine;
You shine MY LIGHT through all the world
And let them know you’re mine.
Your tree will be a symbol
Of life restored, reborn
A reminder of the birth of Christ
That long ago Christmas morn.”

Every Step


Every step I take

Jesus walks beside me.

Every step I take

He has planned for me.

Every step I take

Brings me one day closer.

Every step I take

A lap of victory.

Every step I take

Living in the moment.

Every step I take

Eyes on Calvary.

Every step I take

Living in His purpose.

Every step I take

Praising joyfully.

Every step I take

Serving in His kingdom.

Every step I take,


Every step I take,

Offering peace and kindness.

Every step I take

For others not for me.

Every step I take

Ordained from the beginning.

Every step I take

Beneath His watchful care.

Every step I take

Trusting in His Spirit.

Every step I take

Bathed in faithful prayer.

I am not alone.

Jesus walks beside me.

I am not alone.

God’s Spirit lives in me.

I am not my own.

God paid a ransom for me.

I am His alone

For all eternity.


Until next time,


Happy 70th Birthday to Joyce Meyer


For the past few years, I have been a Joyce Meyer fan.  I have watched her television show, downloaded her broadcasts to my Ipod, and read her books.  I have listened to her CD’s and loaned them to family and friends.  I can honestly say that she has helped me grow in my Christian walk more than anyone else ever has in the 42 years I have been a Christian, with the exception of my first pastor.

I am on her mailing list, and when I received a newsletter that her children sent to supporters about her upcoming birthday, I wrote this poem.  I sent it to Joyce Meyer Ministry, and I share it with you who read my blog.

Happy 70th  Birthday, Joyce!

The Hall of Faith

Dedicated to Joyce Meyer on the occasion of her 70th birthday

Faith is the substance of the things we hope to see.

We exercise that faith when with our Lord we do agree.

Through faithful trust and fervor, the holy men of old

Did wondrous works equipped by God, works righteous, good, and bold.

By faith, Abel brought a better sacrifice than Cain.

And though he died, his sacrifice bore witness to the Name

Of God, who is the Author and Finisher of all faith,

Who sent His Son to suffer and to die for our mistakes.

By faith was Enoch caught up so death he did not glimpse

Because God had translated him, we haven’t seen him since.

He was taken up to heaven, his work the Father pleased.

And all who would come near to God must earnestly believe.

By faith Noah, warned by God, of things as yet to come

Constructed and prepared an ark and took not only one,

But two of every animal, into the wooden boat.

And though he’d never seen the rain, believed the ark would float.

By faith, Father Abraham obeyed when called to go.

He would receive a place, God said, but where he did not know.

Because of faith a land was built whose maker is our God.

And Abraham, a nation birthed, and on this land, he trod.

By faith, Sarah in old age, in strength, conceived a seed

To bear a child when she was past the age when most can breed.

Isaac was the first of many—innumerable as the sand.

And trusted when it seemed he was a sacrificial lamb.

But God did see that Abraham was faithful ‘til the end,

And in the thicket placed a ram for sacrifice instead.

And many other faithful acts performed by faithful men

Are written down for us to read, reminded once again

That all who’ve gone before us, sustained by their great faith,

Were really only strangers here; they sought a better place.

And though they’ve gone before us, there are others to this day

Who walk in faith and victory and show a better way.

Among them is a woman, whose trials and victories

Are shared around the world each day for everyone to see.

She has a heart for people; she works so tirelessly

To spread the Good News of our Lord, so all who come can be

Renewed in mind and spirit, healed deep within the soul,

Accepting Jesus’ love for them—the One Who makes them whole.

And on this very special day, we celebrate her birth.

She’s helped so many understand their value and their worth.

We honor her and wish her blessedness in all her days.

She who reverently fears the Lord shall in the end be praised!

Until next time,


Nothing Is Left


Nothing is left,

The debt has been paid.

No interest is due,

No payments need made.

My blood paid your debt,

My stripes healed your ills,

My purpose accomplished–

My own Father’s will.

Divine is your favor.

Complete is your life.

I carry your burdens.

I carry your strife.

Go forward in freedom.

Go out and proclaim,

The glory and power

Of My Holy Name!

Accomplish your purpose,

The Father’s own will.

By God’s Holy Spirit

Your life He will fill.

Bring into My Kingdom

My sheep who are lost,

The sick and the sinful;

Don’t count the cost.

For nothing is left,

The debt has been paid.

No interest is due,

No payments need made.

My blood paid your debt,

My stripes healed your ills,

My purpose accomplished–

My own Father’s will.

Until next time,