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Isaiah 51:3... He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord.

Isaiah 58:11... And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

As we reflect on the hours gone by we see tremendous pain, incredible hurt and violent death dumped upon the USA caused by terrorist attack. Horrific pain in the lives of them that survived and of them that are left behind. As outsiders we'll never be able to comprehend the magnitude of these cruel acts. How can we help to sooth these hurts and to comfort them that are mourning? Our words run short to take away their pain, but any gesture in trying to help will bring comfort. The effort we'll make to reach out to them in need will help in sharing their sorrow. A touch, a hug, a letter, a tear running down our face will show sympathy in their great loss.

Let us seek the face of the Lord to receive wisdom and guidance to become effective workers in His Kingdom. Let us make effort to deny ourselves and our own interest. Seek to focus on this hurting world with compassion and to be more like Jesus Christ in giving of ourselves to others, reaching out while we still can. May we make ourselves available to others and be His hand extended in this insecure world with its vague future. My prayer is that many may find peace in Jesus Christ, the Saviour because of the way by which we represent Him.

Respectfully submitted,
Rev. Dr. Trudy Veerman

Walk In The Garden

Walk with me, O Savior dear
in this garden of wilderness
May I sense Your caring near
while all around there is a mess

In this life and in our nation
many things can grow so wrong
Weeds outgrow a showy carnation
a cry of agony may replace a song

This garden badly needs Your Light
and the warming beams of Your Son
which will bring growth and delight
to flowers that are almost gone

Lead me on Your path to see
the flowers which are about to wilt
Whom from the heat of the tempest flee
as they are laden with pain and guilt

Help me, dear Lord to care for them
pulling out overgrowth and weeds
While You prune their battered stem
let me bind the one who bleeds

Give me a caring heart like Yours
an observant eye to clearly see
the hurting heart and all its sores
Teach me the blessing that I must be

Let me help to ease their pain
of the flowers hit by storms
Let me not treat them with disdain
but apply Your love that transforms

Walk with me, dear Lord of mine
in the garden of Your Godly design
and show me the real bloodline
of the flowers that You refine

Let their fragrance once more be true
to what You intended it to be
For Your glory, while I'll subdue
Since it's You Who cares most tenderly

Written on September 12, 2001, after the gruesome terrorist attack on USA.
Copyright © Dr.Trudy Veerman, 2001, Webmaster.
All rights reserved.

Isaiah 35:1... The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

Psalms 84:11,12 ... For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly. O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in Thee.

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