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The Evergreen [redux]


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.”

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.

God’s Artistry


A friend of mine, Mark Eckel, sent his blog to me yesterday called Beauty (Aesthetics). That inspired me to re-read Genesis 1.  That, in turn, inspired this poem.

In the beginning, the earth had no form
Only darkness and no daylight, no dusk, day, or morn
An empty waste—barren, stagnant, unformed
Til the power of God’s spoken Word created, transformed.

God said, “Let there be,” and then there was light.
Next He separated the day from the night.
There was evening and morning; time on earth began.
God saw His work was good and continued with His plan.

God said, “Let there be,” and a firmament appeared—
A huge expanse of water; God’s vision very clear.
He divided all the waters, some above and some below.
God called the firmament Heaven on Day Two, and it was so.

“Let the waters be collected all in one place,”
God said, and then it happened; and in another space
God set apart the dry land separate from the seas.
And then God looked around and said, “I need to make some trees.”

Vegetation sprouted all on God’s command,
Plants yielding seeds and fruits spread across the land.
It was evening; it was morning. The Third Day was done,
And on the Fourth, God lit the sky with stars, moon, and sun.

One great light to rule the day, the lesser for the night.
In the heavens stars to twinkle sparkling and bright.
Tokens set to guide the earth through seasons, days, and years,
Illuminating pathways and calming every fear.

And God observed His handiwork, pleased that it was good;
But He knew he hadn’t finished yet, and so from where He stood
He called forth living creatures throughout the sea to swarm
And every winged bird to soar above the clouds and storms.
Day Five was done. Day Six He made the creatures for the earth—
The livestock and the creeping things, to all did He give birth.

And finally, for His pleasure, God created the first man
To rule the earth and fellowship with Him was all God’s plan.
And for His further pleasure from man’s rib He took and made
The woman as a helpmate to support man all his days.

And God saw all that He had made and deemed it very good.
So on the Seventh Day He took His rest, as workers should.
So here we have the history of how the earth began,
Created by God’s spoken Word and with the Master’s Hand.

Until next time,
C. K. Widmayer

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,


The Rest of the Christmas Story (Luke 2:25-35)



Just a baby in a manger

Holy, precious heavenly child

Born in humble, poor surroundings.

First born Son so meek and mild.

Nearby shepherds hear the story

Told by angels, joyous news.

Born to you this day a Savior,

Resting now with cows and ewes.

Swaddling clothes, a sign of glory.

Angels sing, their voices raise.

Shepherds seek in haste to find Him,

Share the news and give God praise.

Mary ponders all their sayings,

Weighing thoughts within her heart.

Joseph’s quiet strength beside her,

Silent presence from the start.

Came the time for dedication.

Jesus was the baby’s name.

To Jerusalem they brought Him,

He, who’d later suffer shame.

Now there was a man named Simeon,

Righteous and devout was he,

Looking for the hope of Israel,

Promised death he would not see

‘Til the Christ, the Lord’s Anointed

Had been held within his arms.

And when Simeon held the baby,

At the moment safe from harm,

He revealed the Child’s appointed

Destiny—a Light to bring

Glory to God’s people Israel,

Salvation through a promised King.

Though an earthly King they looked for,

God had planned another way.

“And a sword will pierce your own soul,”

Mary heard old Simeon say.

And a prophetess named Anna

At the temple day and night

Offered thanks to God for Jesus,

Israel’s redemption now in sight.

Little baby, news so joyous.

The Messiah, promised King

In a manger, His life started

Born to reign, the angels sing.

But a coming shadow lingers

Prophets of His future told.

Destined death to save His people

To return them to the fold.

As we linger at the manger

Celebrating Jesus’ birth

Let us not forget the shadow

Of the cross—this baby’s worth.

Not to weep or moan in sadness

But to multiply our joy.

Saved by grace because He suffered—

Holy, precious baby boy.

Until next time,


Living Color


Living Color

by Corinne Widmayer

A life well-lived is sure to be
A spectacle for all to see
Colors rich with autumn’s gold
Speak of a life which is growing old.
A vibrant tablet in reds arrayed,
Crimsons, cranberries, and scarlets displayed.
Offering wisdom that comes with age.

Tried in the furnace of life’s hard plights,
Wisdom born of oranges bright.
Thin, black veins of suffered griefs,
No longer hidden under green young leaves.
Though curled around with edges brown,
The colors foretell a glorious crown.

And though all leaves must fade and die
A heritage waits beyond blue sky.

Until next time,


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