The Ways of a Child

The smile of a child can brighten,
even the darkest of rooms.
It can envelop a cold, stony heart
and bring warmth to a troubled soul.

A child's laughter is the whisper,
of love and inner peace.
A little one child's tears gently
splash onto the heart of God.

The purest love is measured….
in the words 'I love you!' from a child.
A child's eyes brightly twinkle,
as they chase a butterfly or watch a sunset.

The tiny hands of a child reach out,
and pull close a mother's heart in its grip.
An innocent child's faith brings joy,
to the Father's heart Who reigns on high.

A child's kiss of love brings more happiness,
then all the wealth untold in this world.
A child's treasures lie not in what they possess,
but in nature's bounty of things to see and do.

The breath-taking beauty of a sleeping child,
Stirs in us a sense that time is standing still.
This moment in time exudes peace, and the
warmth of love is forever etched on the heart.

The cry of a forsaken child is the saddest of things.
The fear and chaos of an abused child is incomprehensible.
An unborn baby's cry is a demand for equal rights to life.
A smile, laughter, happy tears and love belong to each child.

Tara Hart © 2002
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Dedicated to my grandson Jacob

What is this creature we call a little boy? He is smiles with a dirty mouth and eyes dancing with tons of orneriness. He is hands caked with mud and a nose all freckled and red.  He is a shout of glee at the mention of ice cream, but at times he's a turned down smile.  Oh, what a frown because Mama said  No!

This little creature  we all adore, is so many things all wrapped up in one.  He is a handful of snow, a fistful of grass and feet all covered with mud. He is a wee small voice that says:  "Ah, Mom, do I have to?, or sometimes, "I love you, Mom!", and at other times, "Oh, please Mom?"  But whatever you do, beware when he says, "Catch it, Mom!", because the 'it' can be anything from a ball to a slimy old toad!

The sunbeams play about in his hair as he romps in the summer's green grass.  The raindrops trickle down his shiny red nose. But at the first hint of thunder off he goes to find mom.  The blustery wind finds him throwing snowballs, his eyelashes glistening with snowflakes. He is energy unending while your feet ache with pain. He is laughter and giggles with a new pet, but at times such sad tears.

He is shoes on the wrong feet and coat upside down, and clothes that are on wrong-side out.  His eyes sparkle with delight as he picks up a gift, wild anticipation as he rips the paper to shreds.  This unforgettable creature is indelibly etched in your memory. Down through the years his words will echo in your mind.  "That's just what I wanted, Mom, how did you know?"  "Mommy, I love you, whole big bunches!"

This little boy is bubble gum all tangled up in his hair, cake icing all over his nose, a koolaid flavored mustache, a muddy little cheek.  His best friend is his loyal puppy and some little people that you can't really see.  He is a bundle of love as a baby.  He is adventure mixed up with excitement and imagination after he is off your knee.  He is dozens of funny little tricks just waiting to play on someone like you.  He is words like 'why', and  'can't'.  A boy is so many things all wrapped up in one neat little package.

But most of all, he is a gift to treasure, a life to mold and to lead.  He is a joy to your heart when he prays on his knees and sings his first song about Jesus.  He is tears and eyes full of fears, as he runs down the path on his very first day of school. You, see, he knows something is about to change, but he isn't quite sure why or when.  But with each day that passes, he will like school better and finally he won't even kiss you good-bye as he runs out the door to catch the bus.  It is then you realize that he is no longer a little boy, but now quite a young lad.  Beware.  He used to step on your toes, but now he will step on your heart! Always treasure each day of his young years because all too soon they are gone.  Cherish forever the little one that GOD in His goodness loaned to you.

(C) 1980 by Tara Hart
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At the Father´s Right-Hand

In majestic beauty situated far above the star-studded sky,
is a City not built by human hands or minds, but by His.
Throngs of angels inhabit the magnificent City of God.
They sing praises in worship to the Omnipotent One, who
sits on the glorious Throne at His Father´s Right-Hand.

The streets of this City are paved with glistening pure gold.
Diamonds and Jewels beyond description bedeck His Paradise.
Those who once were lame, blind and deaf now dance around
His Throne with new bodies that will never require a physician.
They humbly bow before Him, in thanksgiving and godly fear.

Father God lovingly watches His children and awaits the martyrs,
who will soon escape the wrath on Earth, and rest under the altar.
Seated next to the Father´s Right-Hand is their Champion, the true
Son of God, who died for His Bride long ago on the old rugged Cross.
He became our sacrifice for a world in desperate need of a Savior.

His devote followers mourned and wept and thought all hope was lost.
But just three days later, He arose the Conqueror over all His enemies,
as Victor over sin, Satan and death, He became our Champion of love.
He now sits at His Father´s Right-Hand in Heaven, and is surrounded by
the Saints… to whom He became the just giver of everlasting life.

The marriage of the Lamb at last has come, and His eyes are illuminated,
as He observes His Bride dressed in pristine garments of pure white.
She smiles at Him, then bows before His Throne with honor and glory.
Victory exudes from every face of the overcoming Bride of the Lamb.
The Father smiles and a crystal tear forms and trickles down His Cheek.

The Wedding Feast has been made ready and all occupants are now there.
The sumptuous feast is set before the throngs that are gathered in Heaven.
Everyone awaits the King and His spotless and beautifully adorned Bride.
Let us shout with triumphant in celebration of the wedding of all ages,
cries an angel, then all of Heaven sings the praises of the King of Glory!

In the distance a battle cry can be heard from the ravaged Earth below.
The evil ones have challenged the King, and all of Heaven will respond.
The Battle to end all battles is about to commence; it is now time.
The white steeds stamp their mighty feet in anticipation of the coming battle.
The angels stand guard as all the saints mount the white horses in unison.

The rider in front is called Faithful, Trustworthy and True, The Messiah!
His eyes are ablaze like molten lava and on His head are many crowns.
On His crimson, blood-dipped robe and on His thigh is inscribed for all to see,
King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and He is called The Word of God!
Out of His mouth proceeds a glistening double-edged sword, sharpened for battle.

He turns and looks at the millions of saints and angels. His troops are assembled.
They are all clothed in fine white linen, swords in hand they ride white horses.
One solitary angel stands in the sun´s light and with a thunderous shout proclaims,
to all the birds of the air, “Come now, gather yourselves together…. for the great supper of God is about to begin, and even Hell´s fury cannot compare to My wrath.

Tara Hart (copyright 2001) All rights reserved by the author

Walk slow daddy and measure every step, because the little one behind you is watching.  He tries to do everything he sees his daddy do, and listens for a soft but masculine voice, to which he reponds with love and eagerness.  But if he hears a mean, rude voice,  he reacts with a stubborn rebellion.  This little fellow watches all you do as you mold his little life and character.  Its easy to say, "You don't do this," and at the same time be gulity of it yourself.  He doesn't undersatnd the words you say, if you confuse him by doing the same things that he's not supposed to do. The steps you take are huge ones compared to his little shoe size, so be careful not to make the steps bigger than even you can walk in.  He hasn't  been the places you have been, or done the things you have done, so guide him in the right way.  Always show him love and understanding with a firm but gentle hand.  Praise him for the little things that to him are quite important matters.  What seems insignificant  and silly to you, might be crucial to his little world.

Don't nag and criticize because discouragement comes so easy for him.  Dig deep and remember that once your were a little boy yourself. Remember when you scold him that he is not a miniature adult, but a creation in progress.  He is only a little boy that is trying so hard to walk tall and be like the daddy he adores.  You are his example of what a man should be and do.  So walk slow daddy, and carefully measure your words and actions.  It may seem like he isn't listening and watching,  but very little escapes these little creatures called 'boys'.

Daddy,  please don't make it impossible for him to measure up to you,  because than he is sure to fail someday.  And if and when he does fall and messes up really bad, help him back up, daddy, and show your unconditional love. Teach this little one to be brave, but also when to fear.  Teach him to be strong, but instill in him that tears are not a sign of weakness, but rather the sign of a tender heart.  Show him how to love, and never how to hate.  Reward his efforts with love and praise, and remember that the element of love is required both in praise and discipline alike.

Patient daddy,  for much too soon,  he will be all grown up and your job will be complete.  It is a big task raising a child, but if you do it right,  the rewards on Earth are but a small taste of those that await you in Heaven.  After all,  he doesn't really belong to you, daddy,  he is just a loan from God for a while.  He is a gift of life,  a gift that nothing else can compare to.  So, walk slow daddy,  an with each step you take in this little one's life,  ask for God's guidance and love to see you through.

Tara Hart copyright (1979)
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His Soon Arrival

Listen, can you hear His footsteps on the streets of gold?
Be still and listen ever so intently and you will no doubt hear.
He is slowly walking towards the portals of Heaven, do you see?
Jesus lovingly smiles at each angel as He walks past them.
He reaches down and caresses each little child with his tender hand,
and the little children smile adoringly up at their Savior and Lord.

Electrifying excitement fills Heaven's scene with songs of praise,
as Jesus keeps  walking - surrounded by throngs of  mighty angels.
A small boy rushes to catch up to Jesus and asks in hushed wonder,
"Is it time, Jesus? Are you really going now to Earth and bring home
all our mommies and daddies so they can live up here too? Really, Jesus?
He smiles and simply whispers, "Yes, little one I am, I will be back soon.

For just a moment, Jesus hesitates, then thoughtfully turns about.
He looks at the magnificent throne where His glorious Father sits quietly.
Father's eyes look deep into His Son's eyes for a penetrating moment.
And when Father smiles, all of Heaven is filled with His majestic love.
Then, Heaven is silent as Jesus runs to His Father's outstretched hands.
"You have waited so long for this day, Son, go now and bring them home."

Without another word, Jesus walks back to where the angels stand.
And in unison they all follow Him with excitement and expectation.
A loud shout goes forth like a mighty trumpet blowing. "Come up hither!"
the voice commands, and the dead in Christ rise to meet Him in the air.
Then all of those who are alive and remain are instantly changed
into His likeness, and joyously join their Master in flight to Heaven.

Rapt singing and shouting commences as they make their way,
to the realms of their Heavenly Home that has been prepared for them.
Each one bows at His feet in reverence, love, and life's culmination.
Everyone's works are measured and then the rewards are distributed.
Now it is time to meet the Heavenly Father and rejoice with Him.
While below on Earth, chaos, fear and disbelief sweeps across each land.

Tara Hart (copyright 2001)
All rights reserved by author

I watched over you, my cherished sons, while you slept soundly with such cherub faces.  I whispered a prayer that God would protect and keep you always innocent. And that when you are older, you know and love Jesus  as much, if not more than I do.

Each day you grew older and I sensed that time would, fly away too quickly, and soon you would no longer need me.  I laughed at your antics, smiled at your accomplishments, and cried with you through your disappointments. And I continued to pray for God´s guidance  as you grew into the teenage years.

I strived to be more than just your Mother. I became your friend and your confidant. I was also  the catcher of your tears through your years of frustration and fears. I adorned your smiles, the spontaneous laughter, and the affection so freely given from a heart of pure love.  There were happy days, sad days, days of confusion and pain.

We walked together hand in hand, heart to heart, through each day.  I was there for you in prayer when life seemed insurmountable.  I prayed. I cried. I hoped with all of my heart that you would love Jesus, not as just your Savior, but as your friend, guide, and Lord of your life.  In the darkness of night, I begged God to grant me just one request.

Suddenly,  one day I noticed that you were no longer children, but men.  You married and blessed me with grandsons, and what joy that gave me.  As I watched your little ones grow, I realized how many mistakes as a Parent, that I had made. I longed to retrace my steps; an impossible dream.  So for all those times, I beg your forgiveness and ask your understanding.

Time has passed so quickly, but each day I still ask God to honor my request.  You see, only God knows what lies within our hearts for real; only Him.  Not one person knows when God will call them from this present World.  If we did, perhaps we all would live our life in quite a different manner.  I must live in this world, but my heart and spirit lives in the heavenly realm.

It took me a long time to come full circle and to the point of total surrender.  Like little children, we must slowly grow into spiritual things and crucify self.  When at last we can say, that nothing, including life, our loved ones and friends, is more important than Jesus. It is then we can proclaim, ‘It is well with my soul´.  Who we are as we draw our last breath, is who we will be throughout eternity.

But I would be amiss if I did not share the request I have prayed for so long.  After I bow before God, and the countless millions of others stand about His Throne singing praise to our LORD, I want to greet my precious Mama and Daddy, who left me so very long ago. Then they will walk with me hand in hand.  The next thing I will do is look around in search of my sons and grandsons.

I will look at each face expectantly waiting to see and embrace my loved ones.  It will be such a glorious homecoming. It will be an overwhelmingly happy time.  What a wonderful Savior! We will forever dwell together in His peace and love!  All the many times I had prayed that He grant my one request will then be evident.  In a whisper, I will repeatedly say, as I look about me, Please!  Oh, Please be here!

These are sobering thoughts….and each word on this page is stained with my tears.

For my Sons Christopher and Scott and my grandsons Corey, Jacob and Joshua. And, of course, my sweet daughter-in-law Angela.
Tara Hart (copyright 2001) All rights reserved

A mother silently weeps as she prays to Jesus for her unsaved children. Tears well up inside her heart as these precious ones occupy her mind. She is a godly mother, a saint indeed. She lifts her children up to the throne of Grace, several times a day. Her aching heart cries out in need. She so wants her children to come into His fold. Day after endless day, they stray and harden their hearts. Night after night, this dedicated mother faithfully prays for God to bring them to salvation. It seems that sometimes her prayers will never be answered, but she continues to trust Jesus. She loves each child dearly and longs for them to be set free from sin. She wants them to know the peace that passes all understanding and the joy unspeakable that only Jesus gives. Why must they be so blind? Why won't they respond to His call, she often wonders with a weary heart. Then Jesus always wraps His arms of love around her, and says, "Be still and know that I AM God." This loving mother sings hymns throughout the day, ever faithful and trusting in Him. At times the words of songs pierce her heart like a knife. Words that remind her, that when the last trump sounds, her children won't be there.  So burdened and sad because they just will not listen to her pleas, a reoccurring dream haunts this faithful mother. She is deprived of rest and much needed sleep. In the dream, this mother appears to be in a courtroom. The GOD of the universe is the reigning Judge. His countenance is so bright, that no one can look upon Him. The lawyer, who is the Judge's Son, stands across the room. He stands perfectly still, his loving, tear-stained eyes riveted to the one sitting in the witness chair. The face of the person there seems obscured, and it is not clear to the onlookers the identity of this person.

The mighty Judge speaks. His voice is like the sound of many thunders and echoes like a million seas crashing their waves against the walls of the courtroom. Silence...not a sound can be heard. Then, His voice thunders again. "Search the books! See if her name is written in the Lamb's book of Life!" Her life is hanging in the balance, being weighed to determine her destiny.

The great Lawyer stands awaiting the verdict, with his gentle eyes fastened to the bowed head. With soft, beckoning words He speaks, and she looks up at Him. "Look into my eyes of love and touch my nail-scarred hands and feet. I did all this for you!"

The angel at the Judge's side speaks. "Master, her name isn't written in the Lamb's Book of Life!"

The Lawyer can only look and question why. Then He turns and walks into the shadows. There is nothing more He can say or do.

The girl pleadingly looks at the Judge in despair. "Please look again! It just has to be there!"

"Depart from ME, for I never knew you! You are not my child. You are Satan's child!" His words echo through the silent room. An angel comes to lead the girl away. As they walk toward the door of the courtroom, she glances up, then falls to her knees and cries out. "Oh Mama, You tried so hard to warn me...so many times! If only I had listened to you. Where are they taking me? Will I ever see you, again, Mama?"

No answers. Only Mama's tear-filled eyes, as the angel leads her away. Her sentence? The Lake of Fire. Her torment? The memory of all the times she closed her eyes and ears to the Truth, and hardened her heart, as Jesus called to her. The image of her saintly mother's face and her tear-stained eyes will be forever etched in this girl´s memory.

A godly mother is a gift from God. Dare we be children of disobedience and tell Jesus, no?  Is living the way we choose, worth the sentence the Judge will hand down to you? As the angel searches the Lamb's Book of Life to see if your name is there, will He find it missing? Your sentence rests in your hands alone. You set your own doom if you reject His way of escape! A mother can pray and lift you up to Jesus, but only you can beg His forgiveness. You must stand alone on the final Judgement Day. You could never imagine the tears that your mother has shed for you. Nor can you fathom the love as she spent hours on her knees with an aching heart, in prayer for you. Neither can you imagine the tears and what it cost Jesus at Calvary. Take time to honestly consider where you want to spend eternity. Please, look again, and be sure that your name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life!   Tara Hart (copyright 1980) all rights reserved