I Am Set Free

(Written in the 80's, a song)

There was a time, Lord, when I just couldn't feel,

But even then, Lord, I knew that you are real!

But I'd hardened my heart, and I just wouldn't heal.

There was a time, Lord, I ran under your trees,

Those tall snake grasses tickled the backs of my knees,

And I picked your blossoms,

And I talked to your bees.

You've brought me back, Lord,

Back to where I can see,

And now I feel, Lord, 

The love you have for me!

You've softened my heart,

And I am set free...I am set free!

Life hands us all sorrows, disappointments, and loss.  Whenever I feel life is doing its best to harden my heart, I try to remember myself as a child, running through the orchard, full of energy, hope, and joy.

So many days I spent with the Lord, instinctively feeling His love and His beauty.  So many nights I snuggled into my pillow with the knowledge that I was loved, anticipating the morning to come.  May we all call on the child in ourselves as we turn to the Lord for comfort and guidance.  Amen.

We Must Forgive.

We must forgive,
And we must live in forgiveness;
We will all sin, time and again,
Though we may try to be like Him.


Believe!  Believe!  Believe in His Love!

The world confuses us all,
And we may lose what we're called to;
Like Adam and Eve, we will fall,
But The Lord remains true, He'll listen to you.

Believe!  Believe!  Believe in His Love!


Written by me in the 80's.  Micky Sue Chan.  

Where The Deer Lay.

Growing up near the mouth of Ogden Canyon in Utah, I was accustomed to nature.  I lived on a two-lane road, Canyon Road, and we were close to the foothills that lay beneath the beautiful Wasatch Mountains.  Wild pheasant would scatter from the underbrush when I walked through the orchards that surrounded my home.  Meadow larks sang through my bedroom window.  Wild deer would bound from the field across the road from us and through our yard to the orchard, where I always imagined they were going home to the mountains. 

There was a place at the back of the orchard, up against the foothills, where the tall grasses would be matted down.  I came to know that the deer would sleep there.  I tried and tried to find the deer resting there, to no avail.  So one very early morning, I crept out of my warm bed, and still wearing my flannel pajamas, I slipped on my shoes and made my way in the dark to that magical place:  Where the deer lay. 

There was dew on the wildflowers and weeds and my pajama legs were becoming damp when I reached the bottom of the foothills.  Sadly, there were no deer there.  I had such a longing to make friends with these wild creatures that I lay down where I imagined a deer had lain.  I was startled to find that the ground was warm, as though a deer had just left its "bed."  I lay there, breathing in the crisp, morning air.  The canyon winds came up and whistled through the orchard, bringing the scent of the orchard and the nearby river, and informing my spirit that God was over all, and that I was safe.  Safe in a hollow...where the deer lay.