Jesus Open My Eyes and Heart, #94

94, 10-4, SHOW  NOTES & COPYRIGHTS,  (Scheduled 3/9/2023)                       Today, we will be reading and discussing 4 consecutive poems from God’s Rhyme.  They are found on pages 5 through 11.  My journey to salvation may sound unusual to some.  I first had the desire to know Jesus and understand His love for me through the love Father Larry Dunn shared.  I have shared before, I was raised In the Episcopal Church, was married in the Catholic Church and later converted to Catholicism, and many years later was led by God to leave the Catholic Church and am now attending an Evangelical, bible believing, teaching and professing church.  The following poems are 4 of the first Christian poems I wrote in the later 1970’s.   MY FRIEND JESUS Take my hand as we walk this land,feel the sandas time drifts away,hear what I say,just be what you maywith my friend Jesus.A little boy, a baby girl;sometimes the dayslike a waterfall swirluntil I feel the sun’s rays& I know it’s the Son, Who, tho blinded to some,is Who I will follow.A walk thru a field& I find I must yield,give of myself, die to my wants.I opened the door& found Him waiting there,wanting no morethan that breath of fresh air.I found the way.As people had said,it’s not what you sayor the thoughts in your head.It’s not just the grace of an evening meal.It’s something you always feel,something that starts deep in you heart.Take my hand& walk with me;There is so much to be.Together we can stand,not just the two of us,because we are threewith our friend Jesus.Discussion:FOR YOU TWO Thank you Jesus for loving me,            for being able to see            that I am more            than I think I can be.When the world            seems to swirl around            & sounds are blurred,somehow your love is heard.You’ve given me a life;            a loving wife,            the sweet joys of a baby girl            & a little boy.I have been blessed.I just need to take time            to look between the stress            of a world that wants what is mine.I know I don’t often tell You,I’m so often overdue            in remembering it’s not just the words,            but more the actions that are heard.With You tho, I have a new start            In seeing thru the lies,            for it’s not just with...