Tree of Life

In the womb

He starts our heart

God breathes life into

Each of us He creates

Giving us a spirit

His image

I am the vine

Jesus

You are the branches

Everyone created

He is our Living Water

Sustainer

All can choose

Remain on the tree

Or be cut off

Take the Living Water

Bearing much fruit

Take the world’s water

Be cut off and burned in the fire

Remain in Him

Sustained as

His Living Water

Flows through you

Growing you

From a tiny twig

Getting stronger through

He who abides in you

Branching out

More and more

As He works through you

Pruned through the

Harshness of this world

To increase His yield

Reaching even more for Him

Blown by the breeze of

The Holy Spirit

Unseen but felt

Directing the path

We reach

Those we touch

Bringing forth fruit

All true believers

Abiding in Him

A spiritual tree

All His plan

Branching out into God's

Glorious tree of

Life eternal

By Tracy Whipple Copyright 2012

 

 

Eden

 

Where has Eden gone?

Did it disappear with the flood?

Man was banished from it forever?

The Bible is the Garden of Eden

The Place where we meet with God

Tranquil

Refreshing

Nourishing

Where He walks with us

Talks with us

Teaches us

Shows us His love for us

His compassion

His mercy

His grace

Who we are to Him

His Bride

His children

Our beauty

Our value

But also

His greatness

His power

Our Redeemer

Our Rock

Our Fortress

Our Deliverer

We treat the Bible like it is a chore

Gotta get it done

Put it back on the shelf

Duty overwith

Just like the fall in Eden

Meet with Him

Then walk away

To be our own gods

Calling the shots ourselves

Fearing, failing, angry

Deceiving, burning out

Carrying the load alone

Not hearing from Him

Believing we are alone

That He doesn’t really love us

When we’ve left Eden on the shelf

Eden

A place to meet with Him

Walk with Him

Learn from Him

Grow in Him

Know Him

ALIVE

 The Living Word

The Garden of Eden

Tracy Whipple ©2012

Alive

Sawdust I am

Living water added to me

Clay for the Potter

Shaped by His hand

Not a puppet on strings but

A vessel I become

To pour out His greatness

To give Him glory and honor

Part of His plan

Time marches on

Little by little

I disintegrate for Him

And return to a pile of sawdust

Then

Blown by the Holy Spirit

Borne away to the splendor of my Eternal Home

I will be

Reformed and perfect forever

Tracy Whipple ©2011

Garden Hose

Jesus is the Master Gardener He tends His garden well

His Living Water flows to keep the lost from hell

Each of us are different, a hose of every type

The Gardener knows which one to use to make things work out right

Sometimes a sprinkler’s needed to give refreshing rain

He casts it out all around to souls who are in pain

Sometimes He sends a soaker hose; it drips, underneath, unseen

It gives just enough around the roots to keep things growing green

Other times the field is large and rain has been quite scarce

He sends out an irrigator and the whole field grows up fierce

                                                                                               

                       

Sometimes we need a power wash to get the crusty dirt

To rid our life of unwanted stuff it takes a powerful squirt

Sometimes the fire is burning, the field going up in smoke

The Fireman brings His hose right in and saves all in a brilliant stroke

Sometimes there is a huge rainstorm and only a battered gutter

It carries all the rain to wash a weedy yard of clutter

Other days only a small cup is needed, a rusty hand pump is what He sends

A few good cranks is what it takes to get folks on the mend

We are each just a simple garden hose, the Master Gardener knows the need

It is up to us to let Water through for He has thirsty souls to feed

Tracy Whipple  © 2010

The Powerhouse

The Great I Am is the Powerhouse

Source of the life we have.

Jesus is the outlet that joins us to the Powerhouse

Without Him we are useless.

We are all unique appliances each with different functions:

Flood lamps lighting the way for many

Search lights pointing to the destination

Nightlights showing the way for one child lost in darkness

 Extension cords enabling one to reach another

Reaching far and wide across continents

Radios broadcasting His Word and singing His praises

Computers reaching world wide in all languages

Cell phones reaching one individual at a time

 Batteries charged up, going to remote places, to power a light, to show the way

Sewing machines joining people together

Washing machines cleansing dirty hearts and minds

Mixers blending folks together into a team

 Vacuum cleaners cleaning up messes others leave behind

Irons smoothing out ruffled attitudes and wrinkles in plans

Pencil sharpeners shaving off useless distractions so we can make a strong point

Air purifiers, cleansing the unwanted, clearing the air

Smoke alarms warning that fiery danger is imminent

Clocks reminding us time is short so make the most of it

 Fans cooling off the hot tempered or bringing refreshing breeze

Space heaters thawing out icy hearts

Heating pads soothing one weary traveler

Furnaces, unseen, providing warmth and encouragement for all

All of us make this world we are passing through an easier place to live

But without the Power House and the Outlet none of us can work

 What appliance are you?    

Are you plugged in?  

                                 

Tracy Whipple © 2010



Running the Race

Hurry! Rush! Be quick about it!

All our lives are hasty

We text

We call

We Skype

We Twitter

We Facebook

Download those new apps

We cut people off in traffic

We run red lights, stop signs

We speed

We interrupt

We microwave

We order takeout

We stop at Starbucks

Everything to save time, to get it done, to expedite

The more we rush, the more time we crave

The more we rush, the less time we save

Be still and know that I am God

How do we do that

In our body and our mind?

We have to stop

Listen

Wait on Him

Trust that He is enough

To overcome our weaknesses

God is a jealous God

He won’t stand being multitasked

Love Him with all your heart, soul and mind

Slow Down

Be still

Take Time

Rest in Him

Read His Word

Pray

Tracy Whipple © 2010