Sunday, 16. December 2007 ::3. Advent::

“O Source of all good,
What shall I render to thee for the gift of gifts, thine own dear Son…
Herein is wonder of wonders:
he came below to raise me above,
was born like me that I might become like him…
O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds,
and enlarge my mind;
let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father;
place me with ox, ass, camel, goat,
to look with them upon my Redeemer’s face,
and in him account myself delivered from sin;
let me with Simeon clasp the new-born child
to my heart,
embrace him with undying faith,
exulting that he is mine and I am his.
In him thou hast given me so much
that heaven can give no more.”

The Valley of Vision

A Poem for Mom

Dorothy and I wrote a poem for Mothers day. I never wrote a poem with a friend via Email... but it was quite fun I must admit...and since she posted it already, I can do that as well I guess. So here we go. I am open for any suggestions you might have on how to improve it.

A poem for our dear mother
to tell her how much we love her.
She has helped us through so many times,
even though we caused some little crimes.

Your love and care we feel and see,
(even though you won’t agree),
is worth more than any treasure I could find -
nothing more precious comes to my mind.

Your example I can see every day,
God’s will you search in every way.
Inspired by your life I cannot but say:
"I wish to be just like you one day."

There’s so much to thank you for,
that there will be space no more.
All the blessings I have received, I cannot count,
But do believe my heart shall be to yours forever bound.