Hidden Treasure

Hidden Treasure

 

Driving down an old dirt road, something I see catches my eye…

I stop to investigate, and there I see a broken vessel and so I sigh…

Weathered by dirt and years of old paint, broken furniture full of decay

I’ll pick it up, take it home, since no one wants it anyway

Hum, says I… picking up this old piece,

I think to myself, well, wonders never cease…

Stripping away years of white paint, lacquer, varnish, dirt and mold

A treasure I see, as I behold; oak in its solid state

Sanding and stripping the wood I find…

What beauty lies beneath…?

Taking it to its original grain…no more covering with paint, no more awful stain…

Years of use, the memories of life, it must contain...

Stories of lives, silent, remain, buried within this old chest…

Thought your days were finally done, but no, it was just a test…

Resting awhile but nothing was won…

The journey’s not over it’s just begun…

Taken the old and made brand new

I still have a place in this world for you!

Don’t think for one minute your life is through...

Just because someone gets rid of you...

What treasure we miss, when passing some by

With one look closer you may find a surprise…

Be willing to invest in someone disguised...

You’ll miss God’s mercy if you are unwise…

He empties the vessel to start something new…

Looks past all the layers, caked inside of you…

Ripping and stripping with each swipe of His hand

The carpenter Jesus always understands…

You may be old and thrown away, but God has sent

His carpenter, for you, today…

A treasure more precious than rubies or gold…

Is seen underneath all that dirt and mold…

A vessel of honor you’re called to be…

As the old is removed, and your story is told;

Even if you’re left, beside an old dusty road!

By Marla Shaw O’Neill ©September 3, 2015

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All I Ask

 

Rising early in the morning I watched the sun, rise

Its warmth and beauty filled my soul as I heard the seagulls cry

I walked along the sea-shore as a breeze gently blew

And in that precise moment I felt his presence and knew…

The day was almost over, time does not stand still

I asked my heavenly father to show me his perfect will…

He whispered softly to me, are you ready for that my child

I answered a most assuredly, Yes Lord, and stood quietly to hear…

Love others without question, stick closer than a brother,

Honor your father and your mother

With all your heart, delight yourself in me

My perfect will is this child; that all man-kind would know

My perfect love is what I give, because I love them so…

Oh open your eyes and see beyond the curtain, life is waiting for you now

I only ask that you seek me; with your whole heart kneel and bow…

I loved you from the beginning and I love you now…

Lift up your eyes from whence cometh your help…

See me from the inside out…

What more can I do I’ve given all; give your life, and take the call

I’ve called you to serve, stand humble yet tall

I am God; I am your Abba; The First and The Last

Give me your heart that’s all I ask.

By: Marla Shaw O’Neill 7/7/15©

Psalm 37:4 (ESV)

 Delight yourself in the Lord,
    and he will give you the desires of your heart.

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Mommy's Rolling Pin

 

Mommy’s Rolling Pin

My mommy has a rolling pin

I watch her roll the dough

Making my favorite pastries

The ones that I love so

The rolling pin is made of wood

I watch it as it spins

She adds the nuts and chocolate chips

Eggs and vanilla all filled within

Spinning over the mixture I see

What a delight she’ll be giving me

I watch the wooden rolling pin; spin, spin, spin.

If not for mommy’s rolling pin

No pastries would I savor

Of dough that holds delicious nuggets

Full of freshly sweet, baked flavor.

My mommy’s wooden rolling pin, now sits upon my shelf

And just for the fun of it…I’ll roll some dough myself!

By: Marla Shaw O’Neill 7/6/2015©

 

My Teddy Bear Moe-Care

My Teddy Bear

Sitting there upon the shelf the one I made all by myself

Is a fluffy, little brown bear, whose name is Moe-Care.

Moe-Care and I were the best of friends

He’d go wherever I’d go…

A trip outside in my wagon, Oh, I love him so…

At nighttime, my companion

He’d chase the woolies away…

Woolies are the scary ones they don’t come out in the day.

Shaking under the covers they hope to make you cry…

They tickle your toes and wiggle your nose, while all you do is sigh

But Moe-Care and I, we’d snuggle tight when the lights went out at night…

And just when I thought, I’d be swallowed up, by the woolies in my room

Moe-Care with courage, fought strong and true, to chase away the doom

So if you have a teddy bear that’s worn, whose coat is bear…

Keep him up upon the shelf…

Telling Woolies, “You better Be Wear.”

By: Marla Shaw O’Neill 7/4/2015©

The Path

 

¹³ Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:

¹⁴ Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

Matthew 7:13-14 King James Version (KJV)

The Path

 The broad path, is the one I chose early in my life...

Careless times of living, not giving heed to what lay ahead,

this was the road I traveled full of misery and strife...

Anger, deceit, and treachery, companions they became

Lawless, reckless, destitute, these were my middle name…...

Then something strange happened to me, I can't begin to explain

But this much, I can tell you, I never was the same,

I changed…

A faith woman, came to town one day,

She preached a little sermon, about the straight and narrow way...

Broad is the road that leads to destruction, hear this story, she wailed…

Narrow is the road that will lead you away from Hell…

Where gnashing of teeth is heard and the worm never dies,

Listen to me, Oh sinner hear me; she cried…

Get off the road your walking, let Jesus be your guide

Follow in His footsteps they lead to eternal life!

I cried to her in anguish...

I'm a wretched, poor, lost sinner…not worthy of anything but death

She laughed and shouted, “That’s perfect, you’re the one he’s been looking for

A little lost lamb he came to save, he’s knocking at your hearts door…”

Tears that flow like a river ran down my face that day

I’ve never been the same since, now, I’m on the narrow way…

There is a way that seems right to man, but the ends thereof are death…

On the narrow path you’ll meet the one where wonders never cease…

You’ll lie down and sleep in his embrace where there’s perfect love and peace…

I’ve come to know what true life, is really all about…

on this less traveled, narrow path...

I’ll live and laugh and shout...

Broad, is the pathway, that will take you straight to Hell…

Narrow, is the pathway, walking with Jesus, he'll show you the way out!

By: Marla Shaw O’Neill 6/17/15©

Photo by: Sallie Henry

 

Jesus, path finder, way maker, truth and life giver; take us by the hand today and guide us with each step we take today. Be closer than a heartbeat that we will never, ever, stray away from you. You are the only way, home! Amen!

Adonai

Worship
In total adoration, abandoned of self I stand,
Boldly before the Lord,
Awaiting His command…
I worship and adore you, Jesus, King of Glory...
You are the Rock of Ages, Lily of the Valley
Beautiful Rose of Sharon
Prince of Peace; Lord of ALL
You took the nails and thorns and stripes
You hung upon the tree…
No greater love or blood, was ever shed for me
I worship in the Holy Place, no flesh can ever see
You’re light shines bright upon each face
As I worship you, your glory taste
Ten thousand angels sing at your throne
Holy, Holy, Holy
This is home…
Standing here my spirit soars
To a place far beyond earth’s sandy shores
Engulfed in His presence, Oh glorious one…
My soul doth sing, let your Kingdom come
Let your will be done…
Jesus, God’s son…
Shalom, Adonai…Elohim
By: Marla Shaw O’Neill 6/17/1015©

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