By Larry Hodges
During the 1980's, while going through a period of severe trials and tribulation, the Lord gave me the following poems. I had never written poems before, and I have not written any since that time.
I once heard a story about how the hawk of a certain country would impale its prey upon one of the large thorns, so prevalent in that part of the world, until he was hungry enough to eat it. It was not uncommon to see these little sparrows lying impaled on a thorn. Upon seeing one such sparrow thus haplessly impaled and yet still singing heartily, a certain poet was heard to say, "No song is so sweet as that which comes from a heart sore pressed by a thorn." I have forgotten who the man was who said this, but the principle holds as true today as ever.
We should never disdain the fiery trials that beset us, for it is out of such adverse conditions that our faith is forged and our understanding and reliance upon our loving heavenly Father deepened. During the period in which these poems came, my life was a complete shambles. It seemed that everything I had ever held dear was stripped from me, and at the time I had no assurance that it would ever be otherwise. But, as it always is, a new day dawned and with it came the long awaited joy that comes with the morning.
Wrote the apostle James:
"My brethren, count
it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;
|Golden Oil||Unclean||Blessed Hope|
|Little Lives||Religious Knowledge||Love Calls|
|Grace Unbounded||Faith||Matters of the Heart|
|Love Crucified||The Call of Love||The Kiss of a Friend|
|Take Up Thy Cross||The Drama of the Ages||Reflections|
|Our God||Delay Is Not Denial||The Way of Love|
|The Questioner||It Matters Not||A Planting of the Lord|
|Loving Heart||I Find In Him No Fault At All||My Prayer|
|Cumquat Worship||Thou, God, Seest Me||The Bride's Beauty|
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