Will You Walk With Me?

I want to be real not fake or plastic
Transparent for all to see
Jesus, His light - His character,
Shining out from me.

But all too easy, I put on my mask
I hide behind my facade.
I want you to think I'm doing just fine
Meantime I'm questioning God.

But what will you think if you really know
How I struggle and question my faith?
Will you push me away? Will you still be my friend?
Or will you choose to walk with me?

When I look at you, I wonder inside.
Can you possibly relate to me?
Maybe I've been so focussed on me
The true you was harder to see.

Along came my Friend and whispered to me.
He opened my eyes and let me see.
He gave me a peek into your heart
And showed me a jewel right there from the start.

You want to believe His treasure is there.
But dare not look and open it bare.
The jewel feels cold, sharp and painful too.
Rough edges poking on the inside of you.

My sister, my friend, let's make a pact.
Let's walk together and we'll never lack.
I'll help you see the treasure you are.
As you hold my hand we'll shine like a star.

No longer masked, no longer afraid
We'll hold our heads high, our debt has been paid.
Jesus' death paid our ransom. It set our hearts free.
Untangled the web, His blood was the key.

My name and yours are carved on His heart.
Never again will we be apart.
We'll walk together with Him at our side
As our jewels reflect the Love of our Guide.

November 8th, 2008
by Joy Grace Caldwell
for the CTK Women's Retreat
Sumas, Washington

Seasons of Our Lives

Seasons come and seasons go.
The leaves they constant change.
So too our lives ebb and flow,
No matter what the age.

Right from the start as little babes
Our lives take root like trees.
As flowers bloom so too our hearts
So lovely for all to see.

From baby dolls to High School Prom
The years they come and go.
From princess dress to bling blue jeans
Then it’s a wedding dress to sew.

From ponytails to slanted bob
Once blond, then brown, now gray
Our hair like leaves never the same
Our long locks now gone away.

As goes our age, our clothes, our hair
So too our hearts do change.
There’s joy and pain, laughter and tears
Each day writes a brand new page.

Some pages they are stained with tears,
These seasons marked with pain.
But joy like flowers never bloomed
Without the storms and rain.

God knows just how much sunshine
Blue skies, yet storm clouds too,
Each phase, each stage, each season
Of our lives He long foreknew.

It brings me peace and comfort
To say, “His will not mine.”
Will you choose to trust Him
Through each season, in His time?

Joy Grace Caldwell
September 10, 2008