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Walking down a moonlit path on a star filled night
Your light in the silence renders me sight
Standing in the river as the water ripples on
Your glory dances through the waves, and reflects the morning sun

Taking in the meadow grass waving in the wind
You beckon thoughts for me to hear
From Heaven you did send.
The thoughts from heaven you did send.

Hearing the Meadowlarks rejoice in song
Simple tunes to grace the ear
Lets me somehow hear your voice
And chases out my fear.

Every breath I take, every site I see
Is a testament to your care for me
In the morning when I rise, to the evening when I sleep
I am surrounded by your presence deep
I am surrounded by your presence deep

Psalm 19:1-4

1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
2 Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
3 There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.
4 Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,

The Winding Road

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The Winding Road

The road is steep and winding
With many turns along the way
Each Step takes faith and vision
Of a Destination worth the stay.

The temptation is to give up too soon
As the journey seems so long
But inspiration to take each step
Renders courage to make me strong.

I learned to enjoy each view
Along the path that I did take
Knowing it was a part of my arriving
A finely woven landscape to partake.

I had the promise of Almighty God
And His presence at every turn
His strong arm would guide me
If I took the time to learn.

So I step along my journey
Still have a ways to go
But I am amazed at God’s faithfulness
That daily He does show.

Proverbs 3:5, 6
trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding, in all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths.

A Tribute to my Dad

A Tribute to my Dad

While the years are quickly passing
To a distant memory
I am forever grateful 
For the way you helped me be. 

You taught me that God was most important
In the daily walk of life
And that my character mattered 
And especially through strife. 

I learned from you to laugh at me
When I made an honest mistake
And to pursue my dreams with all my might
And never be a fake. 

You showed me well what it meant
To humbly be a man
To kneel before the Lord in prayer
And that would make me stand !

You taught me how to love my wife
Through all the ups and downs
And teach my kids with confidence 
And always be around. 

I'm thankful for the fishing trips
For the laughter and the fun 
And for all the hunting trips
And how to shoot a gun. 

But best of all, Dad you showed me every day 
the kind of love that came from God, 
so accepting and uplifting 
That it carried me where I have trod. 

Although its been many years
Since the day God took you home, 
The mark for good you left with me
Daily carries on. 

While I miss the times you spent with me,
All which near I hold
I pray that I've become a son that makes you proud. 

In 
Memory 
Arthur Peter Dyk
Still my greatest hero

The Path that Leads me Home

I am letting go of doubt and fear
As I look to God and draw near
My future He holds fast
Forgiven is my past

So I sing with open heart
You have known me from the start
And waited patiently for me
My blinded eyes now see

Jesus, you are the path that leads me home
You are the one upon my throne
Upon the cross you died for me
From my sin you set me free

So I'll follow you in all my ways
Giving you my praise
Breathing every breath you give
For a purpose I now live.

Jesus, you are the path that leads me home
You are the one upon my throne
Upon the cross you died for me
From my sin you set me free

Changed !

I found  myself struggling in every path I took
It seemed my choices bogged me down
I felt lonely and forsook.

So I asked the Lord to change me
To do it through and through
And to teach me how to honor him
In all I say and do….

He answered me quite quickly
Said in the Bible I must start
If I would read it daily
That he would change my  heart

I believed this simple answer
And began to read the book.
The more I searched it daily
The more I had to look

As I read the story of Christ’s Life
Every word and every deed
I soon began to realize
That he could meet my every need.

I read right through the gospels…
Matthew , Mark  Luke, and John
And then I read of Paul’s Travels
How he grew to know the Son…

Then I jumped back to the Psalms
The worship notes of David the King
The glimpses of God’s love for him
And how he made him sing.

There was the story of Daniel
How he prayed 3 times per day
His enemies conspired to kill him
But God kept the Lions at bay.

So as I look back on the days gone by
Since the prayer I prayed for me
I see the message in the book
God sent to set me free… 

Live Treasured

Jeff Dyk

The Measure of Treasure

The Measure of Treasure

Matthew 6:20 (KJV)
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:

We work all day seeking our treasure
And when all is done what is our measure ?

Do we measure by wealth we gain ?
Or by the hope we sustain ?
Is our success counted by our style ?
Or by walking the extra mile ?

Are riches in the social circles we trod ?
Or in our relationship with God ?
What is the measure of our wealth ?
Is it being a great business shark ?
Or a walk with a loved one in the park ?

When our measure is from above
We are enveloped by returned love

Live treasured.

Galatians 5:22 (KJV)
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,

No Condemnation

No Condemnation

The angry crowds drew down fast
Reminding me of my past
Pushing my emotions to the brink
In a downward spiral I began to sink

They stood with readied stones to throw
Shouting out a boastful show
Of self righteous condemnation and pride
I covered my head but could not hide.

Then like a fresh breeze of air
A man appeared from no where
He began drawing stories in the sand
One by one the accusers began to disband

I looked up at him in with awestruck wonder
His command of life struck me like thunder
The question he asked was pointed yet kind
His very presence brought peace of mind

Where are your accusers ? He asked with a smile
They walked away, left the stones in a pile
You are not condemned said the strong gentle voice
You don't have to live in sin. You have a choice

As he parted ways I was overcome with relief
His forgiveness and grace washed away my grief
He filled me with hope that my simple life mattered
No longer by sin did I have to be battered

So I stepped up in hope and wanted all to know
He gave me new life and my spirit did flow
I live my life now treasured by the King of Kings
I've set aside all the earthly things

I now live every day in God's deep grace
Awaiting the day I see him face to face
Knowing full well he had a plan for me
To prosper and provide a glimpse of His glory to see

If you are struggling with the condemnation of sin
And it seems those around you join in
Look to The Lord and his outstretched arm
For forgiveness and grace and freedom from harm