It's a poem day! This poem was inspired by my pastor's sermon entitled, "Breathe." I will always be amazed that God talks to us if we be still and listen, so still we hear our breath and heartbeat created by Him:)

"Rhythm of Praise"

As I notice the beat of my heart
Rejoicing in who put it there
A new rhythm of praise starts to form 
So grateful I am to declare...
He is Lord.

He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.

He who made me, He calls me by name
In a whisper I lean close to hear
As my soul soon returns His sweet call
And responds, Father, Yes I am here 
He is Lord.

He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.

As He tells me His will so I know
How to please Him in every way
I then bow in humility's style
I fall to my knees and I say,
He is Lord. 

He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.

As I am quiet before God, and feel my heart beat, I am amazed to hear that still small voice. The more you and I listen, the more we hear.

Friends, have a wonderful Wednesday. I am praying for you:)ll always be amazed that God talks to us if we just be still and listen. He knows when we really want to hear and do His will 🙂

"Rhythm of Praise"

As I notice the beat of my heart
Rejoicing in who put it there
A new rhythm of praise starts to form 
So grateful I am to declare...
He is Lord.

He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.

He who made me, He calls me by name
In a whisper I lean close to hear
As my soul soon returns His sweet call
And responds, Father, Yes I am here 
He is Lord.

He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.

As He tells me His will so I know
How to please him in every way
I then bow in humility's style
I fall to my knees and I say,
He is Lord. 

He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.

As I am quiet before God, and feel my heart beat, I am amazed to hear that still small voice. The more I listen, the more I hear.

Friends, have a wonderful Wednesday. I am praying for you:)

Tina

This poem was written a couple of weeks ago. It is the result of my feeling broken, like I am not fulfilling my purpose for the Lord. I am thankful for feeling this way, so I can deeply crave my need for Him and His will:) Here’s my prayer that day…

“Make Me Like You”

My heart in hand, Teacher help me make it more like Yours

To think thoughts like You do, to love others first, and me last

Break me, then mold me, make me not my own

Do what I cannot, from the inside out, make me new

I am just a vessel full of stuff, unclean, unused

Unable to empty myself of sin, though I try to

Won’t you make me useful and full of You?

And able and willing to pour out and fill others

With Your joy and mercy, make me teeter out

As an offering to You in serving You, Master

I am waiting to be needed, but need is already there

Everywhere. Everyone needs to know You, know You more

I am ready now. Make me like You, even if it hurts

I will pour out what You pour into me

All for Your glory that You so deserve

All the days of my life that You give me

I hope and pray that you have a really lovely day in the Lord:)

Tina

It’s a poem day!

“What I DO Know”

I know that I can’t know
What God does not allow
I know He made me needing Him
And at His feet to bow

All plans are His to make. Though I may choose my way
I know He’ll gently guide me on
To trust him more each day

His promises are true
On which I full depend
I know I may not know it all
But I DO know my Friend!

With love from our Father to you, have a great day!
Tina

This poem is from 1987, when I had lots of questions about my life and my future:) I was only 24 years old when I wrote this.

Peace Comes

Peace comes from our God and knowing Him well

When my way seems dim and sight starts to fail

I can’t see ahead how things will work out

But God reminds me what faith is about

Still there’s the question… Where will my life go?

The answer is God’s so I always know…

He’ll show me each day, each step I should take

His peace covers me; it’s HIS day to make!

With love from the Father to you,

Tina

Copyright © 2020-2026 Christina Crute

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

A poem because…

We’ve had lots of trials in the past year, with a few family members’ deaths and our own house catching fire after a lightning strike. The timing of these things threw us at first. Then, we surrendered to the Lord our control. HE is in control of time and we trust Him.

Time is God’s

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