VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
July 27

Dry Times

I'm going through a dry time, Lord;
I feel no joy inside.
It seems that You are far away
and not here by my side.

I know I have to trust you, Lord,
but sometimes I feel so weak.
I feel my prayers have floundered...
I need to hear You speak.

Your Child

My Child,
I'm right there by you
when the desert winds are dry;
though the sands of time seem endless,
My child, you need not cry....

Every prayer that you have whispered,
every tear that you have shed,
every heartache, every thought...
reaches Me before it's said.

I will calm the restless spirit,
quell the fears you have within,
send My grace like soft new dewdrops
to refresh you once again.

Like a fountain of clear water
I'm right here to help you grow...
be patient now,
My dear child,
your joy will overflow.


Isaiah 44:3

For I will pour water upon him that is
thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground:
I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and
my blessings upon thine offspring.
Copyright ©2002 Dorothea K. Barwick


Not feeling so well today, head is pounding and it seems as though I don't have the energy to hold my head up. So I guess I don't have any thoughts for today.


"All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness."
- 2 Timothy 3:16 -


Dreaming, in black and white I see the past
A day forgotten, recalled, cherished, shared
Love, longing and the sunlight
Every moment spent, every word spoken


when death comes where do we go to hide from it?
where does the pain come from and how do we heal it?


I sit here pondering my fate, and wondering if it is to late.
As the train slides East carrying my thoughts your way
do you know they are with you and that I am confused
the direction all has taken and left behind, where am I


train whistles to the west
coming forward heading east
carrying my thoughts with it


love me as though you do
hold me as you have held
keep me in thought as I keep you


this thought got lost somewhere


The words cut like the sharpest of razors
the pain worse than a blow from thy fists
the hurt lingers
this feeling of worthlessness thy words hath caused
thy spirit broken
thy heart bleeds tears of crystal
the words cut and maim thy mind
leaving it scared for all time


For every human problem, there is a neat, simple solution; and it is always wrong.
- H. L. Mencken -