Going through my old or unfinished poems, I found one I wrote in 1983. God has always been there for me. I realize that fully as I read my words from 42 years ago, when I was just a “baby.” As I didn’t know any better about poetry then, I added a “chorus” so it could be sung:)

You Keep Me

Whenever I’m hurting inside

My heart won’t let go of its pride

Emotions I just try to hide

While You keep calling to me

You’re always near, always pleading

Always for me, interceeding

Even at Calvary bleeding

There, you were thinking of me

Please fill me with Your holy peace

That my joy will ever increase

My burdens will quickly release

Fill me, then fill me again

And Lord, please send lots of Your love

That sweetly flows down from above

Descends on a spirit-filled dove

And quiets my hurting soul

Chorus…

Wonderful Spirit comes from You, Jesus

You see our needs and come then to feed us

Wonderful Spirit take over my being

You’re keeping my heart so I will keep singing

With love from the Father to you,

Tina

copyright © 2020-2026 by Christina Crute

A poem inspired by my need to trust Jesus more…

I Trust You, Lord

Sometimes it’s trials, often sin, that clouds my vision, turns it dim

But them wide open, my eyes see, you’re still and always next to me

When I feel broken, torn apart, when life gets messy, hurts my heart

I need your presence to be whole, to come put hope back in my soul

When all around me too, there’s pain. When people live in sad refrain

Please make me useful, Lord, for good, to make Your love be understood

You are my answer to each day, so help me Savior go Your way

And change me as I strive to be , much more like You and less like me.

I’ll trust You always as I live. In joy or sorrow I will give

All my life to You as praise, Your servant now and all my days

With love from the Father,

Tina

Good Morning! Here is one of my first poems I wrote this year, focused on time, which belongs to the Lord.

I cannot make the past stand still, nor make the future pause

I cannot halt the present time and meddle with God’s cause

For only God directs all time; in wisdom He commands

Time for trials, learning, love and blessings from His hands

He knows just when the time is right to call His children home

Although He knows I’ll miss them much and often feel alone

Still, I’d never trade a thing. There’s nothing I would give

To have my dear ones, gone to God, come back with me to live

As precious as the mem’ries are, I hold inside my heart

I will not mourn the loss of time that we will spend apart

For now they’re home with joy that’s full and that brings joy to me

They ran their race and have their prize, are happy as can be

So I will treasure what they were and thank the Lord indeed

For all the time He left them here, for knowing what I need

For God designs what He deems best as blessings never end

My hope’s in God and God alone, no matter what He sends

I don’t know what the future holds, but trust who’s holding me

So I will praise Him all my days and serve Him happily!

With love from the Father.

Tina

This poem is for one of my best friend’s Dad, whom I “adopted” as my second Dad. He was amazing, a true Christ follower and a humble servant who loved and helped everyone he possibly could! He designed and built a church and was active in it for many decades. I called him, “Daddy Dillard.”

Byron M.Dillard August 16, 1933- December 23, 2025

He Built a Life

Where Daddy Dillard used to be, now lies an empty place

No one can ever fill his shoes; no one can take his place

Full time employed by our dear Lord, his life poured out in praise

It was his pleasure sure to serve and praise God all his days

A willingness to travel far, a heart to love those near

A worker with a heart of gold; he built a life of care

Across the globe and far beyond he answered calls to go

To build for strangers help and hope, so Jesus they would know

Each structure that he’d build with care, ‘tho done by his own hands

Was prayed for with his heart’s desire for God and His good plans

He taught, not always sermon-style, but in the way he lived

True lessons born of time and faith as steadily he’d give

He carried with him ready smiles, and joy they did impart

Free offering to everyone, his legacy of heart

Listening more than he would speak; his words were “right as rain”

Like poetry in wisest form, he spoke in sweet refrain

Forever I will treasure him who called me family

It’s not that I deserved as such, but that’s like God, you see

He calls us sons and daughters, all and loves us as his own

He guides us on our way with grace ‘til God will call us home.

Christina Crute

Thank you, Lord for the legacy of your servant that I was blessed to know and love. Help me to be like Daddy Dillard, who wanted to be like You. I do not deserve all the blessings or people You send but I am grateful for them, trials too. Whatever it takes to mold me into Your image, do. Amen

With love from the Father to you, have a great week ahead!

As Christmas nears, we have many choices to make…what events to go to, what presents to buy, and for whom, what delicious foods to make, and the list goes on. BUT…The best gift that was ever given was Jesus and the best decision we can ever make is to accept that gift and choose Him!

I Choose Him!

We must make our selection
a personal election
our president
heart’s resident
each person must decide

God is a great campaigner
to win our souls retainer
He’s needed there
I do declare
our sin needs a retainer

The enemy’s employing
sins we find enjoying
we must beware
he does not care
our souls he loves destroying

The cure for our condition-
to give our Lord permission
to come on in
remove our sin
there’s peace in this submission

The better choice- our Savior
to live within His favor
we’ll not regret
the friend we get
He’ll never ever waver

With love from the Father from me to you, have a great day:)

Tina

Sometimes I pause in wonder of how perfectly loving God is in His heart, that He shows no favoritism and has grace unlimited. He shows perfect love to us imperfect people. I am so glad!

For the Lord your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, and the awesome God, who is not partial and takes no bribe. Deuteronomy 10:17

A poem of imagining God talking to me or you, encouraging us with compassion to trust in His perfect love.

My Father’s Heart

My Father’s heart holds mine

as tenderly He says,

“I love you, daughter, dear

and will for all your days.”

Though often you will see

a trial here and there,

I’ll be your solid rock

Your place of loving care.

Keep looking at the sky

and I’ll be looking too.

we’ll get through anything

together, me and you.

Have a wonderful day with the Father:)

Tina

©Copyright 2025 Christina Crute

Winds Of Change

The winds outside my window rage and roll

Causing storms to stir within my soul

For as the sound assaults and fills my ears

It threatens to replace my faith with fears

But scary winds can point us to the One

Who holds all thing together ‘neath the sun

His plan is greater far than anything

As is his peace that He will always bring

So if you start to doubt the road ahead

And start the day with worry,do instead:

Just tell the Father that you trust Him so

Even though the storms of life still blow

Have a great day! Storms will come, but God is able to save!

Tina

©Copyright 2025 Christina Crute

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
I will counsel you with my loving eye on you. Psalm 32:8

I woke up at 5 am the other day, when the first few lines of this poem arrived in my head. I got up and wrote it down before it could leave:)

My Savior Leads Me

I feel my Savior leading me each morning noon and night

He surely knows I need His hand to follow what is right

Unbidden, He impresses me with wisdom for the day

Wakes me up with loving thoughts to help me go His way

I dare not ask for anything more than this gift He’s giv’n

How precious is my Lord to me who touches me from heaven

I did not seek these words from Him; I don’t deserve that much

But barely waking, my first thoughts were mastered by His touch

With love from the Father to you,

Tina

©Copyright 2025 Christina Crute

Here is a poem I wrote awhile ago that our family uses for Thanksgiving. We are SO thankful for God’s blessings and His love that binds us:) The photo is our clan last year. (I am “The Original Spice Girl” in the back right)

“A Family Thanksgiving Prayer”

Thank You, Father, for this day

And family with whom we pray

We give all thanks to You dear Lord

for blessings only You afford

like family we know and love

That You’ve ordained from up above

Around this table bind us please

and make our time to honor Thee

And as we eat too much to tell

Make us grateful for the swell

Your bounty is appreciated

And the loving hands that made it

On this day and those to come

May we more like You become

Happy Thanksgiving, early. May you and yours be blessed with good health, love and many more sweet memories!

Tina

©Copyright 2024-2025 Christina Crute

A poem about God giving us special moments, blessings during trials:)

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Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Don’t Miss the Moments

Let’s not miss the moments, for surely they have wings

Alight, they pause and thrill, then move to other things

Trials steal these moments, it seems to be their way

So focusing on stress will take our joy each day

We can’t speed up trials, but God so graciously

E’en in times of anguish, will give us joy to see

The smiles of family, the closeness that we feel

His blessings each new day, our good Lord will reveal

Joy that’s in the darkness, shines brighter than the day

These blessings all around us, will help us find our way

With love from the Father to you.

Tina

©Copyright 2025 Christina Crute