Thursday, March 31, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
Today is the last day of March and also the last
of the Psalm poems. I love the Psalm and I hope
you do as well. I hope you have enjoyed my
interpretation a few of them.

Keep me safe, O God,
For I take refuge in You.
Apart from you I have nothing.
My love for you... I renew.

My heart will rejoice in you,
For you have made my lot secure,
Your path, You've made know to me,
And Your presence is always near.

You have given me joy,
And filled my cup with peace
Your mercy and your goodness,
For me shall never cease.
Taken from Psalm 16

Freda Fullerton
March 31, 2011

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

My God You are great.
You are clothed in splendor and light.
You are God of majesty,
In all the heavenly height.

You stretched out the heavens as a tent.
You ride on the wings of the wind.
You make the clouds your chariot.
Your power has no end.

You set the earth's foundation.
You make springs flow from every mountain.
You feed the birds of the field,
Life flows from your fountain.

You gladden the hearts of men.
Your bread sustains each heart.
Your sun and moon marks the seasons.
Your rising sun is a brand, new start.
Taken From Psalm 104

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

I give thanks to the Lord,
For He is good to me.
His love endures forever,
And He has set me free.

What to me can man do?
The Lord my helper shall be.
I will not be afraid,
For He will shelter me.

I will take refuge in the Lord,
For His hand is lifted high.
I will rejoice in victory,
For God has not passed me by.

You are my God.
I give thanks to you.
Your love endures forever.
You are with me, in all I say and do.
Taken from Psalm 118

Freda Fullerton
March 29, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

Mighty One-God-The Lord.
You speak-and summons the earth-yet,
To the rising of the sun,
And the place where it will set.

Your perfect beauty shines forth,
As You command the heavens above.
You gather Your people unto Yourself,
Consecrated in Your great love.

The animals of the forest are Yours,
And the cattle on a thousand hills.
You know each bird on each mountain top,
And all the creatures in the fields.

The heavens proclaim Your glory;
The earth proclaims Your power,
As all nature doth reveal...
By its changing face each hour.
Taken from Psalm 50

Freda Fullerton
March 28, 2011

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

Answer me when I call to You.
Give me release from my distress.
Be merciful to me.
My life, I pray You'll bless.

You fill my heart with joy.
You set apart those You love,
So, hear me, Lord, when I call,
And answer me from above.

When I lie down at night,
I pray, Me, in your arms You keep
For You alone, O God,
Brings safety when I sleep,

Taken from Psalm 4
Freda Fullerton
March 27, 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

I must apologize for yesterday's repeat. I think I must
claim a senior moment here!

I lift my eyes unto the hills,
Which God has given birth.
My help comes from the Lord,
Maker of heaven and of earth.

He keeps watch over me.
He slumbers not nor doth sleep.
He protects me through the day,
And guides my stumbling feet.

He shades me with His hand,
Looks over me each night.
No harm shall befall me,
When I'm walking in His light.

He will keep me from all alarm,
Bring me to heaven's door,
If I stay upon His path,
For now and forevermore.
Taken from Psalm 121

Freda Fullerton
March 26, 2011

Friday, March 25, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

O Lord our Lord,
Your name is above all names.
Your glory is above the heavens,
All earth your praise proclaims.

The heavens,
The finger of your work...
You've set it all in place,
The moon, the stars, the earth.

What is man,
That you should care for him?
You have crowned him with honor
Among the heavenly realm.

You have placed man,
Above the birds, flocks and bees.
Made him ruler,
Over the land and the seas.

O Lord, our Lord,
We sing songs, hymns and verse,
About how majestic
Is your name in all the earth.
Taken from Psalm 8

Freda Fullerton
March 25, 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
I do hope you are reading the Psalm from which
each of these poems have been taken.


Unless God builds the house
Our labor is in vain.
We toil and toil without success,
If we do not build in His name.

We rise early and stay late,
In vain, we build with sticks and stones,
Then when finished it's a house;
It is not a home.

It takes God and His love,
To make us each, His own,
To give us laughter and give us cheer,
And to make a house a home.
Taken from Psalm 127

Freda Fullerton
March 24, 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:


O Lord, our Lord,
Your name is above all names.
Your glory, is above the heavens
All earth your praise proclaims.

The heavens,
The finger of your work,
You've set it all in place,
The moon, the stars, the earth.

Who is man,
That you care for him?
You have crowned him with honor
Among the heavenly realm.

You have placed man...
Above the birds, flocks and bees,
Made him ruler...
Over the land and the seas.

O Lord, our Lord,
We sing songs, hymns and verse,
About how majestic...
Is Your name in all the earth!
Taken from Psalm 8

Freda Fullerton
March 23, 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
I'm not sure which Psalm this poem was taken from,
as I did not identify it?


The Lord is my redeemer;
I shall trust Him through everlasting days.
My soul shall rejoice in Him,
And I will sing a song of praise.

What shall be the song-
I shall sing forevermore?
It will be the song I sing-
When I reach the golden shore.

It's all about His love and mercy,
And about His redeeming grace,
Shall be the song I sing,
When I meet Him face to face.

Although I must walk through the valley,
That death has destined me,
I know His hand will be my guide,
As I cross the shining sea.

Freda Fullerton
March 22, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:


You shall dwell in My shelter,
For I am God Most High.
Rest in Me,  The Almighty,
And My shadow will not pass you by.

Because you love Me, I will rescue you,
From the arrows by day and terrors of night.
I will deliver you in times of trouble,
Because you walk by faith, not by sight.

I will protect you,
For you acknowledge My name.
My promises are true.
Your labor is not in vain.

Under My wings you will find refuge,
And My feathers will cover you.
I will be your tent and shield
In all you say and do.

I you make Me, The Most High, your dwelling
Through everlasting days,
I will command Angels to guard you,
In all your ways.
Taken from Psalm 91

Freda Fullerton
March 21, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
Happy Spring!

I will move away from the Psalm again today to bring
you a poem about Spring, as this is the first day of Spring!


God gave us Springtime
   to renew,
All of nature
   for me and you.

Birds fly home,
   to build their nest
Animals awake,
   from their winter rest.

Trees grow new leaves
   and flowers bloom
And chase away,
   the winter's gloom.

With Springtime showers
   and sunny days,
All of nature...
   sings God's praise

Freda Fullerton
March 20, 2011

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

 Come, and sing of joy unto the Lord.
The rock of our salvation.
Come to Him with thanksgiving,
Hymns and songs of jubilation.

For God Thou art great,
You are the King we do seek,
Thine hand doth hold the earth,
And formed each mountain peak.

It was Thee that made the sea,
Thee that formed  the land
And Thou that brought forth all beings,
With Thy mighty Hand.

King of Kings and Lord of Lords
We kneel before You today,
And lift our voices in praise,
Lord we worship you today!

Taken from Psalm 95
Freda Fullerton
March 19, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

I hope you will not only call on the name of the Lord
in times of trouble and sorrow, but in times of joy as well!


I will call on the name of the Lord,
In times of trouble and sorrow.
He will be my protector today
And my guide tomorrow.

I will call on the name of the Lord,
Through everlasting days.
He is compassionate and gracious
And worthy if praise.

I will call on the name of the Lord,
I know His deliverance is complete.
He sees my tears
And stills my stumbling feet.

I will call on the name of the Lord,
For my debt I can never repay.
Oh, Lord, Your servant I am,
In Your Kingdom today.
Taken from Psalm 116

Freda Fullerton
March 18, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I'm moving away from the Psalm today to bring you a
poem taken from Numbers 6:24.
An Irish Blessing-From this Irish woman:


May the Lord bless and keep you:
May your path,
Be His, in all you do.
May His hand be there to guide you,
In all that you pursue.

May the Lord bless and keep you:
May your slumber be...
At peace the whole night through.
May your days be filled with sunshine
And your skies be always blue.

May the Lord bless and keep you:
May He bless your loved ones near
And far away.
May you have good fortune,
Each moment of the day!

Freda McCoy Fullerton
March 17, 2011

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

The 119 Psalm is very long and many poems could be
written from it. Today's poem is mostly from verse 105.
I hope you make Bible reading part of you daily routine.

Your word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my pathway.
My refuge and my shield,
Both night and day.

My heritage forever,
The joy of my heart.
Your precepts and promises,
To me You impart.

I hide Your word in my heart,
It shines from my face.
There is boundless joy,
In the path that I take.

Taken from Psalm 119
Freda Fullerton
March 16, 2011

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
I hope as you stroll through my spiritual garden with
me and read the poems taken from the Psalm, that you
will in turn, read the Psalm from which it's taken.

O Lord, you delivered me from sin.
I take refuge in Your name.
You hear me when I call.
My I never bring You shame.

You are my rock, my fortress-
My redeemer and my guide.
Tis me, You have forgiven.
Beneath Your wings, I shall abide.

May I turn away from this world
And trust in You, O Lord, above.
You set free my anguished soul,
To rejoice in Your great love.

Taken from Psalm 31
Freda Fullerton
March 15, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

I love the Psalm. They so eloquently praise the Lord.
I have been inspired so much by them that I have written
many poems from the Psalm, and other Scriptures, as well,
as many song writers before me have done!  Today I would
like to start a series of poems on the Psalm.

Let The Earth Rejoice,
Clasp your hands, all nations rise.
Shout to God with joyous cries.

Let The Earth Rejoice,
How awesome is the Lord on high
Creator of heaven, earth and sky.

Let The Earth Rejoice,
For God is King of all the earth,
Sing songs of praises, hymns and verse.

Let The Earth Rejoice,
For God is seated on His Throne,
Exalted ruler over His own.

Taken from Psalm 47
Freda Fullerton
March 14, 2011

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

I think we all, at times, get too much on our plate.
We need to say no once in a while and learn
where our priorities should be. When we have
divine interventions in our schedule, we should
see them as a message from God. Have you ever
felt like the poem below?

I was busy here and there
With much toil, fret and care.
I had no time for other's tears
The weeks went by and turned to years.
I fail to see a soul to gain,
Or see a world, so full of pain.
Twas busy thoughts and things for me,
I was much like the Pharisee,
Busy, busy... not like Thee.
One day I stopped and pondered way
No friend or loved one wandered by,
Then.. Lord, I knew, it came to me,
I was busy... not loving Thee.

Freda Fullerton
March 13, 2011

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

God is with us in so many ways. The family and friends
he gives us. The way he provides for us. We have only
to look around us to see his hand everywhere and to
know that he renews his promise each day to be with us

I am with you always,
You cannot see me it is so,
But I am there, wherever you go.
I am with you always.

I am with you always,
If you believe I died for your sake,
Know I walk the path that you take.
I am with you always.

Freda Fullerton
March 12, 2011

Friday, March 11, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

Today is my husband's 87th birthday and we've been married
for 57 years. Time has moved so fast, I does not seem possible!
When you reach the "winter" of you life you think more of
going home to live with God, as indicated in my poem below.
I hope you have someone with whom you would like to
"Stroll Across Heaven."

I want to stroll across heaven with you,
Where Jesus is there in plain view.
There, I'll never be blue...
When I stroll across heaven with you.

I want to walk with you through the day
Meet old friends by the way.
And say how-do-you-do?
When I stroll across heaven with you.

If you get there before me
And Jesus you see,
Tell him... soon, I'm coming too.
I want to stroll across heaven with you.

Just like kids we shall be
Happy, care-free,
We shall be good as new,
When I stroll across heaven with you.

Freda Fullerton
March 11, 2011

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

I taught Sunday School for several years. I loved to write
stories to go along with my lesson and I also wrote a few
children's poems. I love to tell a story through poetry, as I
have done in the following story of David and Goliath.

David was a shepherd boy
His Father's sheep were in his care.
He protected them with his life,
From the lion and the bear.

One day, his father said,
"Go check on your brothers three,
They're off fighting the Philistines
With King Saul's Army."

When David arrived in camp,
Saul's Army was hiding out in fear, that day.
He could hear the taunts of the Philistines,
Not very far away.

David was very angry.
He couldn't understand,
Why they allowed God to be insulted
By this heathen band!

He yelled, "I shall fight theses heathen,
Even, that man, very tall.
I need only my faithful, slingshot
And a few smooth stones, that's all."

Goliath, sneered and said,
'I'll feed you to the birds of the air."
David answered, "God will protect me,
As he did from the lion and the bear!"

Goliath, full of confidence,
Ventured forth, with a proud sashay.
David's stone and slingshot
Stopped Goliath dead that day!

Freda Fullerton
March 10, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

We are so earthly bound, with bills, illness, broken
relationships, struggles to make ends meet... it is
sometimes hard to seek heavenly things and look
up instead of around, as I remind all of us in the
following poem.

Feed your soul  and  spirit
With rich food from above,
And God will fill your heart
With His tender love.

Think good thoughts of heaven,
And soon you will see,
That the Holy Spirit
Will come and dwell with thee.

Practice love thy neighbor,
And you will be surprised
At the peace within you,
Each morning when you arise.

Let the Savior lead you,
As you go your way.
You'll find there's joy in living
Each moment of the day!

Freda Fullerton
March 9, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden

Yesterday is only a memory. Tomorrow is just a dream.
Today is reality, make the most of today.

May I closer walk Your way.
May I molded be, more of You and less of me.
May I hold my tongue from some sharp phrase,
Give me some sad soul to praise.
Give me faith as a tiny seed.
May I, for You, perform some worthy deed.
May I more of Thy beauty see.
Give me a closer walk with Thee.

Freda Fullerton
March 8, 2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

In 1943 Fullerton California was a small town of about ten
thousand people. The stores in down-town did not stay
open late during the week, but on Saturday night they
stayed open until 9:00 PM.  The US Had just recovered from
the depression and was now into world war two. Very few
people had much money and a trip to down-town on Saturday
night was a great treat. Come with me down memory lane.


When I was a kid in forty-three
Saturday night was a treat for me.

All the folks in my home-town
Got all dressed up and were main-street bound.

Mamma and papa and the kiddies too,
Looked in the windows to see what was new.

Folks met neighbors with a friendly nod.
They talked about the weather and their faith in God.

They shared the news with each family,
About their fighting men, way across the sea.

There wasn't much money for a spending spree,
Way back then, in forty-three.

A penny candy and ice cream cone,
That was about it, before heading home.

My home-town was a nice place to be,
On a Saturday night in forty-three.

Freda Fullerton
March 7, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

Some people do not want to face their sins of a present
life-style or think of a day of reckoning. It is much easier
to believe there is no God or that God is dead!
Believe me... He is ALIVE and WELL!


You hear s poor, soul say,
"I believe that God is dead!"
I think of a lovely rose that blooms
The deepest shade of red.

Or I see a sunbeam play
Upon a windowsill,
Or see a stately tree
On some far and distant hill.

Hear a little bird,
As he sings his song to you.
See a fleecy cloud float by,
In a sky so blue.

On a moon-lit night,
See stars twinkle up above
I know my God's not dead,
In all this, I see His love.

For He is at work,
In recreation of this land
And in each new flower that blooms,
There I see His Hand.

Freda Fullerton
March 6, 2011

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

Have you ever been in God's waiting room? I'm sure you have.
We can't get away from stressful, waiting situations. One time my
dad was having minor surgery at noon. I hurried to the hospital.
They had already taken him in. I waited, waited and waited, finally
I walked up to his room in time to hear the housekeeper say, to his
roommate, "This man will not be returning to his room." I stepped
inside and asked, "Why not?" She told me he had been sent to ICU.
I hurried down there and phoned in. A nurse answered and said,
"Yes, they just brought him in. I do not know his condition, when we
get him settled, I will call you." I was in God's waiting room! After a
pray, I penned the following poem. As it turned out it was not serious,
his blood-pressure was elevated.
If you're now in God's waiting room I hope the following words will
bring you comfort.

Instead of changing things, Dear Lord,
I pray that you change me.
May the things I have to do,
Be done most willingly.

When my feet do not want to follow You,
I pray for faith to let You lead.
When my hands do not want to serve You,
 For an extra measure of Your love I plead.

When my will says, "no," to You,
"'It's unfair to me!"
Give me an instant vision
Of Christ on the cross to see.

He followed You in times of joy,
And times of deep despair.
He never, ever, questioned
If it was just or fair.

He followed You right to the cross,
And gave His life to Thee.
May I say with Him, Dear Lord,
"Here am I, led me!"

Freda Fullerton
March 5, 2011

Friday, March 4, 2011

Freda's Garden

Welcome to my Garden:

I love to begin the day, very early. I love to meet God, here
in my spiritual garden. Do you look forward to a new day?
If you do not... I hope after you read my following poem you
will appreciate each new day, It is a gift from God... enjoy!


There is a new horizon for each new day,
With the dawning of the sun's bright ray.

Each day is as fresh as morning dew,
Each day arrives completely new.

Yesterday's cares are cast away,
For on the horizon is a brand, new day!

It's unspoiled by worries, frets and tears,
Unscarred by the history of all yesteryears.

A new creation, a brand new start.
A new horizon for a seeking heart.

Freda Fullerton
March 4, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

So many people are searching for the meaning of life
and asking the question. "Who Am I?" If you know Jesus
you know the answer to that question!


Who am I?
Wounded and weak
Tis the Lord that I seek.

Who am I?
Full of sin and of shame
I call on his name.

Who am I?
Troubled with doubt
His name I call out.

Who am I?
Loved so much by this One,
He gave the life of His Son!

Who am I?
A child of the Lamb,
That's who I am!

Freda Fullerton
March 3, 2011

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Freda's Garden

Welcome to my Garden:

I'm still pushing Spring, but I'm afraid "Mother Nature"
is pushing back.
So many people say the reason they would not like to live in
Southern California is that there are no changing of the seasons.
I beg to differ with that! The changing is certainly there, it's
just not as dramatic!

Spring comes to California,
Though some may think it strange.
Spring comes to California,
The doves know when it's Spring,

Spring comes to California,
Though some may not think it's true.
The bud's of apricots and peaches,
Know just when to peek through.

Spring comes to California,
Though some may have some doubt,
The tulips know when it's Spring,
They know just when to pop out.

You don't need dramatic changes,
That ice and snow can bring,
"Mother Nature" wears a softer coat
For her California Spring.

Wild poppies and yellow mustard,
Paint the hills with such a fling,
That none are left in doubt,
Of a California Spring!

Freda Fullerton
March 2, 2011

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

Today is the first day of March and the calendar says
that Spring is near, but Winter seems to be hanging in there:

Dorris Tune, a cousin of mine, lost her husband this past year.
Their daughter, Cyndy, said that her dad's favorite flower was
the daffodil and hers too. So, Cyndy this poem is in memory of
your dad and for you too!

In the spring, all nature sings,
From the valleys to the hills,
But none quite so loud,
As the yellow daffodils.

Daffodils, peek right through,
With the greatest show,
They poke their heads
Right through the snow.

It matters not...
The weather scene,
The daffodils know...
Just when it's Spring!

Daffodils bring hope
Of all things new,
That Spring...
Is once more in view.

Winter's past...
And Spring is near,
For the yellow daffodils
Are here!

Freda Fullerton
March 1, 2011