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Empathy

 

What is it that allows a person

To look out from a place within

To notice another’s discomfort

The evidence of feelings chagrin?

 

For some this doesn’t come natural

They’re often taken quite back

When the plight of one’s less fortune

Just a glimpse their allowed to have

 

Empathy is the word

That causes my heart this thought

Why does with some this comes naturally

And with other people- not?

 

Is it from wisdom acquired from life

From circumstances beyond ones control?

 

Where mucking through the mire and the mud

Has helped one come closer to whole?

 

Or are some just born with more?

It’s been passed down through their jeans

An ability to give of themselves

To others around them in need

 

Like the Good Samaritan in the Bible

From not a religious plain

Yet having a heart like Jesus

For one who incurred mortal pain

 

A gift of the heart with no strings attached

No expectations in return

This concern for others in dire straights

Something of which one can learn?

 

This is a trait I’ve admired

In special people upon this earth

Who’ve come into my life like a gift sent from God

Of value- like the greatest of mirth

 

Eloyce M Witzel

3/26/08

 

God has a plan!  He says…

“For I know the plans I have for you”

“plans to prosper you & not to harm you,

plans to give you hope and a bright future”

 

Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

 

To Restore

 

We each act out of our pain

To those around us we love

Triggers of drastic emotion

The damage is seen from above

 

Our actions only the symptoms

Of the enemy’s brutal attacks

Wielded at us while we were yet young

Like piercing wounds through our backs

 

Rejection is a wound quite crippling

It’s a challenge to trust anyone

To ultimately trust God our Father

Who gave up His only son

 

God wants to heal our hurt

To mend the core of our souls

A process He puts into action

That into eternity rolls

 

God is our best true father

He’ll never leave- for any reason

He’s in this for the long haul

For you- in this time & this season

 

He holds you in his strong arms

From His heart of love outpouring

Singing a song full of honor and worth

For each of us He is restoring

 

Eloyce M Witzel

3/19/08

Love & Worth

 

It never hit home till I was a mom

And I went to a woman’s retreat

There was a speaker who was quite the scholar

A poignant message- she would repeat

 

She set us in a picture

With our children in the room

And asked “What would be your reaction if you knew

Your sick child would be dying soon?”

 

Tears welled up in my eyes

No God! Let me die instead!

He’s much too precious to loose his life

I’d rather be the one that’s dead!

 

God taught me about myself

And what love really is

My worth He knew- ‘cause He was my parent

He gave His life- so I could live!

 

I knew I loved my child gobs

So much- seemed my heart would just burst

Yet compared to God’s love- just a faction

So what did this tell me of worth?

……..

 Wait!  Don’t go away!  There’s more

A story transcending childbirth

One that Jesus told while He was here

To help us understand our worth

 

The story is of a merchant

Looking for precious pearls

In his search- found one of great value

Now here’s where the plot unfurls

 

HE went away and sold all He had

Because He knew the pearls worth

He gave all He had for what He saw

In this treasure once buried in earth

 

I am the one who’s the treasured pearl

It’s worth that He saw deep in me

For me He gave all that He ever had

His life through eternity!

 

I’ve always been taught I should give all I have

‘Cause God is the one to be treasured

What good I ask… To give all of naught?

Of emptiness… Nothing to measure?

 

This whole concept struck a chord in me

And put my heart into action

That weekend the start of something brand new

My feet having now much more traction

 

This story was my key

For a worthwhile life to live

I’ll give all I have for the rest of my days

‘Cause now I have something to give!

 

Eloyce M Witzel

3/13/08

Christ’s Object Lessons, Page 118

The parable of the merchantman seeking goodly pearls has a double significance: it applies not only to men as seeking the kingdom of heaven, but to Christ as seeking His lost inheritance. Christ, the heavenly merchantman seeking goodly pearls, saw in lost humanity the pearl of price. In man, defiled and ruined by sin, He saw the possibilities of redemption. Hearts that have been the battleground of the conflict with Satan, and that have been rescued by the power of love, are more precious to the Redeemer than are those who have never fallen. God looked upon humanity, not as vile and worthless; He looked upon it in Christ, saw it as it might become through redeeming love. He collected all the riches of the universe, and laid them down in order to buy the pearl. And Jesus, having found it, resets it in His own diadem. “For they shall be as the stones of a crown, lifted up as an ensign upon His land.” Zech. 9:16. “They shall be Mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that day when I make up My jewels.” Mal. 3:17.

 

* The Pearl

 

The enemy’s ready and waiting

To blow out each flickering light

To snatch each glimmer of hope rendered new

Each ray of light- snuff out of sight

 

To steal my blessed assurance

To stomp on my God given worth

And make me forget who I really am

A treasure once buried in earth

 

God gave all he had to reclaim me

I am his pearl of great price

He wants nothing more than to cherish me close

Beloved for the rest my life

 

In return- All I am I give him

With Him- that measures a lot

For my worth I see deep

In His all-knowing eyes

He’s given me all that I’ve got!

 

Eloyce M Witzel

3/10/08

The Gift

 

 

The depression brought them together

Then death- It tore them apart

Who would of thought- those perilous times

Could have brought such a fresh new start?

 

Yet here’s what I’ve learned in my life

Hope often comes from despair

And now looking into the future

I am so ever aware

 

Each life is a precious gift

Sent down from the father’s own hands

Though oft’ ne’r a chance to pass it on

Of ones self such a gift demands

 

Eloyce M Witzel

Like Family

 

Our Friendship uncovered the writer in me

I’m working again on my book

And now all this poetry comes flowing out

When into my soul I look

 

I’ve gone back to school and I’m working

On getting a higher degree

Just now- I see my potential

Something huge freed up inside me

 

God knows my pain- what messed me all up

The damage incurred from the start

I’ve gotten some help- some wise counsel true

This work is renewing my heart

 

We both said things that we shouldn’t

And for that I’m very sorry

I so easily get carried away

Few boundaries on how to be friendly

 

Your friendship I always have treasured

Certain things made us the same

Yet other things make us quite different

Soon… we like family became

 

It pains me to know your frustration

I’ve been where you are right now

I want you to know that I’m praying

God will work this through some how

 

Just know that I think of you fondly

You’re a beautiful person inside

A resemblance of your mother and daughters

One of which you can wear  with pride!

 

 

Eloyce M Witzel

3/9/08

Portrait

 

There I sat- perched on a stool

Anticipation rising

For what I could learn from an artist’s hand

While my face- she was drawing

 

At first my eyes had to be set- a far way off

So they accurately she could capture

My head remaining still then finally I could look

But these were the eyes of my father!

 

How could she draw my daddy’s eyes?

She had never even met the man!

Yet his likeness she saw peering deeply at me

How could this-my heart understand?

 

Then as she continued her skillful quest

At her easel with pencil arose

Another such image developed In sketch

From my forehead to my nose

 

This looked only slightly of my likeness I thought

Though I was proud that she paid a visit

This was the face of my sister- surreal

Her features for sure I could see it

 

Finally this portrait morphed into my face

With validity and rigor

It was uncomfortable for me to look at it straight

My reflection as in a mirror

 

Were each made up of many slight nuances

Sketched in our lives to discern

Perhaps the difference that sets us apart

Is what in life we can learn

 

Eloyce M Witzel

3/1/08