3.21.2017

Chains in Splendor

Amidst an awesome beauty,
High upon a rocky steep,
Traveled lone and weary pilgrim
Who’d left ease and comfort sweet.

Hard the sunrays beat upon her
With its penetrating heat,
Though quite weary from her toil,
Yet she did not dare retreat.

So treacherous her pathway,
Steep and narrow was her lane,
On either hand a precipice,
But centered was a chain.

Precariously she climbed
With security her gain,
Only gazing at the glory
But while clasping to the chain.

Chains upon the mountain,
Placed there by some bygone soul;
Rugged trail already trodden,
Now his story doth unfold.

Splendor of the mountains, never
Matched by earthly pride,
But it’s beauty hardly captured
Ere the trav’ler’s foot would slide.

Yet one, known by rocky dwellings,
Whose sure foot had learned the stones,
Called to mind his early wavering,
Set a guard for weaker ones.

Chain so grey and harsh to hold
Set amidst the splendorous steeps;
Doth it hinder by withholding,
Or in safety young ones keep?

Say, they cannot grasp the cliffs
While holding to the chain of steel,
How then can they fully fathom
All the depths, the heights, and thrills?

Aye, but never would they know
All the glories and the joys
Were the chain to be refused,
For they’d slip and be destroyed. 

Would you reach the other side
Of the precipice of life?
Hold unflinching to the chain
Set by Him Who paid the price.

Copyright © Elisabeth Radfar 2017

12.06.2016

Candle in the Window

Candle in the window
Softly glowing on the snow,
Dancing flame reflecting
From the pane with gentle glow.

Flickers warmly marching
Out into the chilly night,
With their golden shadows
Chasing off the child's fright.

Candle in the window
Whispers through the frosty glaze,
To the worn and weary
Beckons hope and brighter days.

Tender light reminding
Of the Greater Light Above,
Who, through simple little windows,
Shines His peace, His joy, His Love.
Copyright © Elisabeth Radfar 2016

6.01.2016

Christ, My Prince

Oh, the longing, how it pines
For a prince so charming!
While my peers do find their bliss
I am still but wondering.

The tender ache oft' overwhelms
As love sends forth her blossom,
Yet, as it calls it doth remind
How God is truly awesome!

My heart doth long for a knight
Whose armor--it is shining,
A man who'd slay a dragon fierce
To spare his maid from dying.

Christ, my Savior, He's a Knight
Whose armor--it is gleaming.
The chains of sin and death He broke,
In love His Bride redeeming.

Oft' times I sit and think how nice
'Would be to have a prince
Who'd send me flowers and notes of love,
Then come and whisk me hence.

Ah! Jesus, He's the Prince of Peace,
His love for me is great.
Flowers and letters He hath given
And He'll take me thru' Heaven's gate.

Oh, how I'm longing for a man
Who'll carry my burdens heavy,
A strong arm, a hand to hold,
To guide me in the way we're heading.

My precious Lord is such a One,
He bears my heavy load,
He offers me His Own strong arm
And leads me in the Way to go.

Oft' times I dream of that sweet day
When with my love I'll walk,
And share with him all of my heart,
In sweet commune we'll talk.

The Rose of Sharon has promised that
He'll never leave my side.
He bids me pour out my heart to Him,
In wisdom He'll tender reply.

O Christ, You are my heart's desire,
I give my all to You,
For You alone can satisfy,
You always will be true.

And if, someday, You place my hand
In that of noble knight,
May our relationship display
All that is pure and right.

Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2016
*Psalm 73:23-28 

5.27.2016

Servant Forever

Through the treetops, o’re the hills
Flooding lowest vale,
There rang a message loud and clear
And reached each servant’s trail.

The year of Jubilee had come
Releasing every slave,
Each man was free to claim the world,
Wherever he could brave.

Yet, as the masses bid farewell
With eager thirst for power,
A faithful servant looked abroad
And gazed beyond the tower.

The vast adventure lay before,
So beckoning to all,
Parading trophies, flaunting dreams,
Alluring in its call.

But glamour would not charm this heart,
Nor pomp persuade his eye,
As one devoted servant turned
With but one noble cry,

“Peirce my ear, my dearest Lord,
Take me to your door;
I’ll serve no other king but Thee,
My life is only Yours.”
***
Her tiny feet so tender yet,
Her steps so small with joy,
Not even words of eloquence
Could her own lips employ.

But slipping softly from her seat
Upon a parlor couch,
She sweetly made her way beyond
Till father’s feet she touched,

The fame and pleasure of the world
Were of but worthless charm;
As here a little girl’s desire
Was but her daddy’s arm.

Though greatest depths of intellect
She could not fathom all,
Such purest heart, so innocent,
Rejoiced to heed his call.

Surrendered to his strength and will,
She sought not for her own,
The longing in her softened heart—
To kneel but at his throne.

For her father’s throne, so humble here,
Reflected her father’s King,
Of Whom she had been gently taught
And now desired to sing.

Then, turning round’ she beckoned all
The noble and esteemed
To come and gather round the throne
And lift a voice redeemed:

*“Pierce my ear, O Lord my God,
Take me to Your door this day,
I will serve no other god,
Lord, I’m here to stay.

“For You have paid the price for me,
With Your blood You ransomed me.
I will serve You eternally;
A free man I’ll never be.”*

Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2016
*Final two stanzas by Author Unknown


Family devotions brought us to the story in the Bible of God telling the children of Israel about how they were to handle a servant that desired to remain in his master's house for the rest of his life. Following the Scripture reading and the expounding of our father, we learned a new song which our mother taught us. The description of the little girl is of my 1 1/2-year old little sister who quite encouraged our hearts. 

4.04.2016

Just a Little Crabby

Two small crabs were once confined
Within a narrow space,
The one said to the other,
“Let us flee this dreary place.”

The one stepped foot upon the wall
To make his brave escape,
And, also, did his fellow who
Disdained the crabs’ estate.

Yet, never could they get so far
For just a simple slack;
 As one would try to climb above
His friend would pull him back.

 Oft’ times we tend to be the same,
Trapped in some dreary place,
Perhaps the gloom of crabby drab
Has left a sullen face.

 To flee the pit of pity, yea,
We do indeed desire,
But hindered by the crabs around
We all too soon retire.

Let not another pull you down
From finding joy and peace,
Press onward till you’ve reached the heights,
And share the love and grace.

Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2016


4.02.2016

Re-Bound

The Book was worn and tattered,
Its pages stained and torn,
The binding that had held it tight
By time and use was shorn.
For many years the Truth it told
With e’er a ready voice,
To warm a heart or feed a soul,
Or guide one with a choice.
Its presence beckoned sinners
To repent of wicked ways,
Its message offered hope and drew
Them to the Throne of Grace.
Now stained with marks and tears,
The faithful Bible lay
Alone and nigh forgotten where
The fragile treasures stay.
But then one day the faded dust
Was gently brushed away,
And caring hands reached down and took
The old Book, weak and frayed.
With tenderest touch and loving hand
The master craftsman worked,
Until a new and shining prize
Sat fresh without one quirk.
Each age-old page was crisp and strong,
Each scar was polished through,
The cover that had seen the years
Appeared as though brand new.

His body weak and feeble,
His life bore marks of time,
The grey-haired man who’d preached the Word
Now to the end drew nigh.
For years gone by he’d labored
To share the Truth and Light,
In warning of destruction and
Proclaiming good and right.
To many sick and hurting
He’d given hope and cheer,
Always ready day and night
To lift one fallen here.
Now stained with marks and tears,
The faithful preacher lay
Alone and nigh forgotten where
The fragile treasures stay.
But then, one day, the faded dust
Was gently brushed away,
And caring hands reached down and took
The old man, weak and frayed.
With tenderest touch and loving hand
The Master Craftsman changed
The old into a shining prize
That sang in Heavenly range.
Each age-old part now crisp and strong,
Each scar now polished through,
The body that had seen the years
Stands now as though brand new.

Transformed, re-bound, made beautiful—
The Bible and the man,
Just by the gentle, skillful touch
Of the Master Craftsman’s hand.
Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2016

Click Here to view the old, rebound Bible


2.22.2016

Token of Love

(II Thessalonians 1:3-5)

A token, just a token,
Yet no man can fain replace;
A small symbol of things celestial,
That we ought but to embrace.

As a ring of gold with pureness told
Is a token of our love,
His sacrifice and our faithfulness
Portrays the greatest love.

Adorned and holy matrimony
On earth does represent
Christ and His Bride--so beautified,
A love that's Heaven-sent.

As new love blooms like a flower in spring,
And bursts forth bright and fresh,
So true love lasts like the evergreen,
Still glows when days are harsh.

Such faithfulness and tender grace
'Neath skies of billowed storms,
So gently heals and safely seals 
The soul that's scared by thorns.

In tribulations, persecutions
Our love for Him endures;
No separation from salvation--
Our souls He doth secure.

His love for us--what sacrifice!
His grace so rich abounds.
Our simple faith and patient wait
Will hear His trumpet sound.

A token, just a token,
We share with human race,
A small symbol of things celestial
Reflects His love and grace.

Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2016