Jesus Stood By Me
When I prayed my last prayer,
Jesus stood by me.
When I cared my last care,
Jesus stood by me.
When I hoped my last hope,
Jesus stood by me.
When I coped my last cope,
When I withstood the enemy,
Jesus stood by me.
When I overcame tragedy,
Jesus stood by me.
When I could not face life
And wanted to flee,
When I drowned in pain
And self-pity,
When deafened by my own agony,
When blinded by my misery,
Jesus stood by me.
Jesus stood by me.
Jesus stood by me.
Jesus poured out His love
In the sunshine for me.
Jesus guided my feet to victory.
When I go to my Calvary,
Jesus, stand by me.
Joannie Moses
1970
When I prayed my last prayer,
Jesus stood by me.
When I cared my last care,
Jesus stood by me.
When I hoped my last hope,
Jesus stood by me.
When I coped my last cope,
When I withstood the enemy,
Jesus stood by me.
When I overcame tragedy,
Jesus stood by me.
When I could not face life
And wanted to flee,
When I drowned in pain
And self-pity,
When deafened by my own agony,
When blinded by my misery,
Jesus stood by me.
Jesus stood by me.
Jesus stood by me.
Jesus poured out His love
In the sunshine for me.
Jesus guided my feet to victory.
When I go to my Calvary,
Jesus, stand by me.
Joannie Moses
1970
Broken AngelOccasionally, in our busy lives of being angels for others,
We ourselves fall off a shelf and break a wing. I did. We are unable to mend ourselves, to heal over. Jesus is our glue, our Great Healer. He comes to us: “Joannie, you have slipped. You are broken. Are you able to continue as you are? Do you wish to be mended?” “I do not have the power, the strength or the will to mend myself.” “Do you wish to be mended?” “There is not much I can do the way I am.” (Even with Jesus, I have trouble answering a straight question directly or asking for a need.) Jesus replies, “You can bring my Word no matter what your physical condition. You do not have to fly. You may walk. You may crawl. You have those powers.” I cried, “But what can I do to help another when I am broken?” “Talitha cumi. Get up and walk, girl. You do not need to try to create world peace. If you are attempting to calm one disrupted soul To curl into peace with me, That is enough, you may move on. “You do not need to feed all the hungry in Africa. Do what you can to feed the hungry around you. There are many hungry bodies, many hungry souls.” I countered, “But I am so lacking. How can I give when I need the same thing?” “You give from your need, Little Angel. You can sense what is needed because you have in some way experienced the same need. No one is without need. I am the Way, the Light, The Filler of All Needs. Whatever you do in my name, will heal a wound, will fill a need. It is not for you to discern every aspect of a need. It is for you to shine attention upon its existence, And I will do the rest.” I smiled at Jesus. Of course, who could help but smile? “I will walk. I will bring more to you.” “Talitha cumi. Walk, girl. Be on your way.” And as I gathered my strength, stood to my feet, and stepped out to continue my journey, I feel not just one, but both wings gently flapping on my back. “Thank you, Jesus.” “Anytime, Joannie.” Joannie Moses 2/12/2008 |
After the Nativity PlayAs we bless our little children
And rejoice at all they do, We must remember those not with us Till we meet them when our life here is through. God bless the little children – May they hear angels sing on high, Who never heard their mother’s Voice in lilting lullaby. God bless the souls of unborn Who never felt a kiss upon the face, May they know the love of angels And live in God’s Kingdom of Grace. God bless the sweet miscarried babes And bless their families here – May they see the love that made them And await us when our time is near. God bless the little stillborn and Those who lived mere numbered days – May they be rocked in the arms of Jesus As they join angels in praise. Let their souls not be forgotten. Let their brief lives be not in vain – For they await us in God’s Glory Where we shall all meet again. Joannie Moses December 20, 2015 |
A Healing TouchA gentle resting of three-year-old Ryder's hand
On the forearm of ninety-seven-year-old Granny, That Is a healing touch. A simple act of sharing a cup of oyster crackers From four-year-old Bianca with ninety-five-year old Granny, That is a healing touch. A weary snuggle of Quinton's forehead on my shoulder while sitting in church, That is a healing touch. A tender inspection of my aging hand By nine-year-old Monica, That is a healing touch. A "Tutu" squeal of three -year-old Liliya As she runs to hug my knees, That is a healing touch. A morning back rub given me by Six-year-old Sofia, That is a healing touch. A climb upon my knee by two-year-old Easton, Requesting me to read his book, That is a healing touch. A beckoning tap from five-year-old Grayden Calling, "Come, watch me, Sito," That is a healing touch. A dimpled smile in response to my coo, By four-month-old Lincoln, That is a healing touch. The touch, the presence, the sounds of children and grandchildren Can brighten the dreariest day and cheer the loneliest heart. May God bless my grandbabies, my little Valentines, And all the children in your life, Joanie Moses 2/14/2015 |