elizabeth-gaye-trondsen
Writing and art are my greatest passions. Most of my poetry focuses on nature, relationships, life, and the Christian faith. I have been writing from the age of thirteen. I am a graduate of the Institute of Children's Literature, being a writer and illustrator of children's books. I am currently working on my first novel, which will be based on my own life. I have been an early childhood educator for the past twelve years, and am currently working as a teaching assistant in a Christian preschool. / I hope you enjoy my poems and will be inspired by them. My poems are written for the glory of Jesus, who is my Lord, my King, my Saviour and Shepherd, the Lover of my Soul, my Light and Life, and my All in All. Much success to you in your writing! / Note: all poems are copyright. / / / <{{{{>< / / This fish is a symbol of my faith and devotion to Jesus Christ. / To Him be the Glory!
The dove perches.
She rests.
In the care of her Creator.
She has no cares.
She has no fears.
She just rests.
In peaceful trust.
In trusting rest.
Lord, help me to be like the dove.
O Holy Spirit Dove,
Put my mind at peace.
Put my heart at rest.
Just like.
The dove.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
I teach her to paint flowers.
I play cards with her.
I wheel her outside in her wheelchair.
In the warm, sunny air.
I show her I care.
While my dear mother in Heaven
looks down and smiles.
I smile too.
And then.
Shed a tear.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
My hands are cold.
They have not another hand to hold.
They are becoming wrinkled and old.
With time’s passage.
Work-weary hands. Hands used to create. To write words to my King. To love. To heal. To serve.
To.
Sin.
My hands are cold.
They have not another hand to hold.
But the nail-scarred hand of the One who is unseen.
The One who heals me, loves me, restores, redeems.
The One who cups my face in His hands and says:
“With you, I am pleased.”
The One who takes my hand, aging with time,
And says:
“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He who will sustain you and carry you.” (Is. 46:3-4, para.)
My hands are no longer cold.
No longer without a touch of love to fill them.
For my Redeemer who loves me is holding onto me.
He takes hold of my right hand and says: “Fear not.” (Is. 41:13)
I walk forward now in peace.
With hands no longer cold.
Within His grasp.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
When I am sinking in the floods of grief.
My only Anchor.
Is You.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 2:49 AM UTC
I am sorry been in a lot of pain lately sorry again.
More than usual but I am praying Blessings on you.
Upon you that You shall be blessed more than usual.
I am praying that your purpose shall be reveal to you.
That you shall be Loved by all that you meet on earth.
That you shall touch their lives , and they shall see Christ.
I pray that your poems shall Heal all that sees them also.
I want to see you used by Christ , and that you are held by Him.
Every single day that you shall see Christ working within you.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
I think of you now in Paradise.
Where the roses never die.
You stand beside Him in Glory.
In irreproachable Light.
Clothed in brilliant white.
Beside your Heavenly Bridegroom.
Holding a bouquet of red roses in your hands.
You are His Bride.
In whom He delights.
I am happy for you, sweet mother.
Although I miss you so.
A gentle smile alights your face.
As you stand beside Him.
Bathed in glorious Light.
Your heart is healed and whole now.
I see you running through gardens of roses,
Like a little girl.
With your Good Shepherd next to you.
Roses.
How you loved them!
Red roses.
Now you dwell in Glory.
Forever with the One who loves you perfectly.
Who loves you passionately.
Together you walk hand in hand with Your Eternal Bridegroom.
Where the roses never die.
Where the roses.
Never.
Die.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
My feet still touch earth.
My mother's are in Heaven.
But we are together.
One in Spirit.
As we worship our Risen Lord.
Hand in Hand.
Before His Throne.
Together in Spirit are we.
No longer parted.
Though my feet touch earth.
And hers.
Touch Heaven.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
Lord, light the fire in my heart for You alone.
Let every other desire in me.
Glow under Your control.
Like a tiny flame.
Until the appointed time.
When it is allowed
to burn free.
Again.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
When I thought my life was going to end
You made it a glorious bend
When my back was against the wall
Your strength made me stand tall
When my enemy came and I was about to yield
You showed up as my shield
At the points of maximum stress
In You, I found fortress
When the wind was boisterous and fierce
You showed up with your peace
When there was no one to run to
You were there to see me through
When I felt totally caged and seemed to be no way
You came through and made a way!
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
The Way out of my fear
is trusting the Good Shepherd.
One step at a time.
Only.
One.
Step.
Until my eyes are opened
to see I can trust Him.
He woos me with cords of His Love.
Into a place of rest.
A place of trust.
Yet another step.
And more trust comes.
The Way out of my fear
is trusting Jesus.
One step at a time.
Until beyond my fear...
Walking into my fear...
He shows me a blessing.
Hidden there.
He shows me the Gift.
The Glory.
When I face my fear.
One step.
At a time.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC