Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

GOD'S FINGERPRINTS
God's fingerprints are every are everywhere,
You see them in an opening flower,
You see them in a cloudless sky,
Or a sudden shower.

You see God's fingerprints
On the old, lined face,
Of one who has spent a life...
Growing in His grace.

You see God's fingerprints
On the face of a new born child,
And in the promise
Of an angelic smile.

You see God's fingerprints
In an ocean's roar,
You know twas His fingerprints,
That set the boundaries of the shore.

Yes, you can see God's fingerprints,
Everywhere you look,
But you find them most of all,
In the pages of His Book!

Freda Fullerton
July 22, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is Mount Vernon, President Washington's home.
If Washington and his rag-tag Continental Army had
not had the unity of both God and each other, they would
never have defeated the powerful British Army! When a
nation is unified or a body of believers are unified, they
can accomplish great things! Christ prayed for unity, it
was very important to him! Today's poem is from
John 17

UNITY
Christ prayed for unity
Just before His arrest,
For He knew that soon,
They would be put to the test.

Unity was so important,
When Christ knew He would die,
"Father, protect those you have given me,"
Was His fervent cry!

Satan has many tools,
Pleasures of destruction,
But none quite so effective,
As discord and defection.

If brother fights with brother,
And sisters can't on each depend,
How can Christians ever hope
This fallen world to win?

Freda Fullerton
July 21, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:

SUMMER MORNINGS
The first hours of summer mornings,
unspoiled by summer's heat,
When the day is completely new
And it's there for you to meet.

When you hear the first birdsong,
See the opening of a summer flower,
Or experience the very, freshness
Of an early, morning shower.

When you look upon the sunrise,
It seems God has colored up the sky,
With pinks, yellows and crimsons,
Such beauty to make you sigh!

Thank God for early summer mornings,
Where all is fresh and new....
And that "glad to be alive feeling,"
Comes all over you!

Freda Fullerton
July 20, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:

The poem below was taken from Isaiah 41

GOD IS THE EVERLASTING GOD
God is the everlasting God
The Creator of everything,
To those, tired and weary,
Comfort He will bring.

His understanding, we can't phantom.
In our weakness, He brings power,
When we think we can't go on,
He upholds us by the hour.

When we stumble,
When we fall,
He will hear us,
When we call.

We shall walk and not grow weary,
Our strength, He shall renew.
We shall run and never faint...
We will soar like wings of eagles too!

Freda Fullerton
July 19, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
Sunset over the Ouachitas, in Arkansas

SUNRISE SUNSET
Sunrise...
The day is completely new.
Sunset...
The day is through.

One day you're young
And all is new...
The next day you're old
And day is through.

So, live your life,
As the days flow by,
Never look back,
with a lingering eye.

Fill each day
With kindness and love,
Guided by the Hand,
Of our Father above.

And when you come
To sunset's end,
You'll be welcomed home
As a long awaited friend!

Freda Fullerton
July 18, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is a picture that I set up with my new digital camera
that Jim got me for my birthday. I was so proud to be
able to get it in the computer and immediately I had
e-mail problems and have not been able to get on line,
until today, so I hope I haven't forgotten how to transfer
the pictures for camera to computer.
Today's poem was taken from Psalm 119:105

YOUR WORD
Your Word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my pathway.
Your Word is a compass
To guide me each day.

Your Word is a sword
And a shield so bold.
Your Word is certainly
Food for my soul.

Your Word is a prophecy,
A history, from days of old,
Your Word is a story,
A love story... well told!

Freda Fullerton
July 17, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is the Grand Canyon with the mighty Colorado River,
looking like a tiny stream in the bottom of the canyon.We
see God's awesome power in the mighty wonders of nature.
And we see his loving nature in His care for each of us!

O, HOW ABUNDANT IS THY GOODNESS
O, how abundant is Thy goodness
Our Lord above;
Lord of heaven, Lord of earth
And Lord of love.

Your power is great,
Greater than all the oceans and rivers in one,
Yet, Your way... as gentle
As a rose in the morning sun.

O, how abundant is Thy goodness,
Our Lord, Creator of all,
Filled with grace and mercy,
You are always there when we call.

Freda Fullerton
July 13, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
A church on the green in Vermont with the glories of
Autumn surrounding it. It looks peaceful and serene.

GOD WILL RIGHT THE WRONG
"Where is the justice of it all?"
You hear so many say.
"How about this God of love,
Where is he any way?"

What do you say,
When a child dies in the middle of the street,
Or the elderly is robbed,
And dies at the robber's feet?

When innocent people starve to death,
In places near and far away,
And someone will die
On a battle field today?

I know it is very hard
For us to understand,
But God will right each wrong,
That has happened in this land.

How do I know this is so?
I will tell you why!
He sent his only son, to right the wrong,
When He came into this world to die!

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is the rose garden at Huntington Library.
I think God gives us gardens, just so we can
have a foretaste of what heaven will be like!

NO SITTING OF THE SUN
There will be no setting of the sun
When our work on earth is done.

There'll be no toil, fret or care,
No cross or burden there to bear.

No winter storms or summer's heat,
No trials, temptations there to meet.

All our tears He will wipe away,
Life will be eternal day!

Freda Fullerton
July 11, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is my comfortable front porch at our mobile
home. We moved here 18 years ago the end of last
month. We had lived in the same house for many
years and raised our three children there and made
many happy memories. Our son, John and his wife,
Chris helped us move. After we had moved everything
out of the of the house, I found John in one of the empty
rooms, just looking around and I asked, "Does this bother
you, son?" He answered, "Some, how about you, mom?"
I answered, "This is just four empty walls. What is
important has been moved to our new home!"

HOUSE OR HOME
A house is made...
Of brick, wood and such.
A home is made...
Of family ties, with a loving touch.

You can't tell house from home,
Viewing the outside,
But a house is empty rooms,
Where love does not abide.

Some, try to make a house
The grandest on their street.
Striving for the best,
Working hard to compete.

Forgetting, it is just a house
If love does not reign,
Sometimes filled with bitterness,
Sometimes filled with pain.

It matters not what it shall be,
A mansion or a cottage fair,
To make a house a home...
Love must be dwelling there!

Freda Fullerton
July 10, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is California Valley, California. Jim's
uncle lived there for several years and it is
such an isolated and quiet place you can hear
the silence. A very good place to cry out to God!

I CRY OUT TO THEE
O Lord,
I cry out to Thee.
Out of my depths,
For Your mercy I plea

Lord, if you kept records,
Who O Lord, could stand.
But Your forgiveness is sure,
From Your benevolent hand.

For You my soul waits,
In You I place my hope,
With Your unfailing love,
In this life, I shall cope!

Taken from Psalm 130
Freda Fullerton
July 9, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:

This is wild lupine on Prince Edward Island, Canada
We were there in June and these beautiful flowers
grew everywhere along the roadside. I would
say that they are certainly "Winners."

WINNERS
I sometimes feel unimportant
And fail in the things I do.
Jesus whispers, "You are so important,
I gave my life for you."

I often look at others,
That seem to always win
And feel like I'm a failure,
Because in my life there's sin.

Then Jesus gently whispers,
"It's not what you can do,
For I can take your sin and weakness
And be glorified in you."

It is the winners circle,
To which the world bows its knee,
But we must remember...
The real Winner, died on Calvary.

Now, He reigns forever,
A King upon His throne,
In what we do, we're not winners,
It's because He claims us for His Own.

Freda Fullerton
July 8, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is the memorial site and concentration camp
at Dachau, Germany. Over 32,000  Christians and
Jews lost their lives here. A visit is an unforgettable
experience. I received an e-mail yesterday that said
Great Britain is considering removing this part of
history from their text books because it may be
offensive to some. It was certainly offensive to
the 32,000 that lost their lives! I was so moved
by my visit that I penned the following poem.
Written September 1988

DACHAU
God we do not understand
The cruelty of your creation.
The inhuman treatment
Of nation against nation.

The indignity suffered
In the hands of few,
Without regard for life,
For Christian or for Jew.

The horror that we saw,
We can't imagine how,
Those brave, souls endured
The cruelty of Dachau.

Our prayer dear God,
For our fellowman...
May we dwell together
And try to understand.

That not one of us is superior
To our sister or our brother.
And history will not repeat itself,
If we love and serve each other.

Freda Fullerton
July 7, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
Sunset in the bay off Honolulu, Hawaii.

WHAT I LIKE ABOOUT SUMMER
What I like about summer.
I love the summer heat.
Early morning bird songs,
That are such a treat.

I like the day at sunrise,
When it is fresh and new.
I like the day at sunset,
When the day is through.

I love the holidays,
That summer brings along,
Fourth of July celebrations,
And a patriotic song.

BBQ's and beach walks,
Family gatherings and such,
These are a few reasons,
Why I like summertime so much!

Freda Fullerton
July 6, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is a picture of my mom, Alma Johnson McCoy
and her cousin, Tressie Neal Barnett. Mom is the one
with the dark hair. They were about 5 when this picture
was made. Today would have been my mom's 102 birthday.
When I was about this age I would never have believed
that my mom was once a little girl. That thought inspired
the following poem. All little girls do not grow up to be
mamas, but all mamas were once little girls
I have reposted this from July 5, 2011

LITTLE GIRLS GROW UP TO BE MAMAS
Little girls grow up
To be mamas... it's true
And never think that their mamas
Were once little girls too.

They think mamas
Come full grown and wise
And could never, ever,
Have been their size.

Mamas could never had dollies,
Gone dancing, been young and carefree.
They just see family circle
And that is where mamas should be.

Then when they're all grown-up
And still on their mamas depend,
They see her as someone eternal
And that it somehow will not end.

One day they stand at the grave-side
And wonder how time slipped away
And little girls grow up to be mamas,
And mamas will leave you one day!

Freda Fullerton
July 5, 2013

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Welcome to my Garden:
This is the flag that flies over Valley Forge.
Although there were no battles fought here,
you might say this is where our nation was
conceived. That long, hard winter that
Washington and his men endured set the pace
and the determination of all the Patriots.

BIRTH OF THIS NATION
The birth of this nation
Came at a price.
To say they lived happy ever-after,
Would be false, but nice!

Our forefathers perused a dream,
Put their lives right on the line.
Some gave all their money,
Some had health decline.

A few died as paupers,
Born to wealth, were they,
All had a vision...
To be free one day.

They signed the document, not lightly,
They put their heart right in it.
It has stood the test of time,
Though some would destroy it in a minute!

I wonder if those men,
That gave in such a way,
Would feel some betrayal
In this nation of today?

Freda Fullerton
July 4, 2011

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Welcome to my Garden:
This precious picture is our granddaughter Katie.
One of my favorite pictures of her!

LITTLE BALLERINA
My little ballerina,
With tutu all in pink,
Will you grow up
To be a dancer... do you think?

Or will you be a soccer player,
Running, fast upon the field,
Kicking the ball right past the goalie,
As you make it yield.

Or will you be a well-known artist,
With brushes, paints and such,
Putting pictures down on canvas,
With a magic touch.

Now, my little ballerina,
Is on the threshold of womanhood,
She has so many choices
And that is very good.

Whatever she may choose,
Whatever she may be...
My little ballerina,
She will always be to me!

Freda Fullerton
July 3, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a 3D jigsaw puzzle. Our daughter, Janet sent this
to me one Mother's Day. It sits on a corner table in our
living room. The clock actually works. When you look
at a clock it gives you the time at that moment. It does
not give you yesterday's time or tomorrow's time, but
just this moment. Life is like that. You have this moment,
not yesterday's regrets or tomorrow's uncertainties. So live
live for today!

LIVE FOR TODAY.
Take one day at a time.
You only have this minute,
Don't try to hamper time,
You have today... live within it.

You can't bring back yesterday,
Only memory can remind,
All the things good or bad,
That you've left behind.

Do not try to drag the past,
Into this brand, new day.
You've been given a clean slate,
A chance to clear the way.

Of all the sin and clutter,
The failure and the loss,
Just keep your eyes upon today
And you feet toward the cross.

Don't hurry up today,
Longing for tomorrow,
Wondering if it will be peace and joy
Or troubles and some sorrow.

Yesterday has been buried,
Tomorrow is yet to come.
Live for today...
Serving God and His only Son!

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a Thomas Kinkade print. I thought it fit so well
with today's poem.

KEEPER OF THE TEMPLE GATE
I'm the keeper of the temple gate,
Where the Holy Spirit dwells
And what you may ask,
Does this job entail?

As a priest to my Holy Father,
I must censer all that enters in,
Prayers of incense offered,
Filters out the worldly sin.

I must close the gate
Upon things not fit to be seen
And shut out the winds of hearing,
Of the things that are unclean.

And with the Holy Word,
Daily sweep the temple floor,
Of all the dust of sin,
That seeps under the temple door.

Envy, hate and jealousy
Must quickly be tossed out,
And I must be sure to rid the temple,
Of every particle of doubt.

As the keeper of the temple gate,
Most importantly,
I must keep the fire of love,
Burning eternally!

You are being built into a spiritual house
to be a royal priesthood. 1 Peter 2:5

Freda Fullerton
July 1, 2011