Biography of Cheryl Lavender
Wife of 38 years,3 Children,1 grandson. I am an artist and a poet. I love my imac and my iPhone, but more than all of this combined, I love my Lord. He is my Rock and my soft place to fall!
Cheryl Lavender Poems
January 02,2003 Dear Father… Each day I relive the struggle,
A Work Of Life…an Artist’s Perspective
In some way of every day, I raise my pencil to sketch a life, to open my heart, surrender to passion,
Fluffy white, pillowy soft, The clouds angels joyfully romp upon. The hand of God, the Artist's touch, Initiates creation into finite view.
The Book Of Antiquities
At first glance, one would most certainly pass it by, For it looked as though it has no merit. The binding is tattered and torn, worn and weathered, decayed from abuse.
The Sin He Bore
It was heavy, this cross I was effecting. So very, very heavy! As I walked the road to Calvary the weight became too great and I crumbled beneath its' significance. It was not the shear immensity of the Tree that caused my legs to buckle, although I was weary in the carrying. It was the sin that weighed me down. It was the sin I would bear for My people. A man was ordered to take my place and carry the Cross to Calvary. I felt his heart and My compassion rose to meet him. He set the Cross down and the soldiers laid me upon It. The pain from the Crown of Thorns was running round My head and I knew I must steel myself for what was yet to come.
Souls In Conflict
Souls in conflict, battles rage on, Peace out of reach, crisis never gone. How do I live this life for Him? What must I do to flee this sin?
Long I Have Sought Thee
Long I have sought Your loving face, the nector of Your limitless grace. The fragrance as sweet as Your blooming countenance You give with one look my way. How could I count Your wonderful works, as myriad as the stars in Your beveled sky? How can I know Your love for me, for it spans the heavens to encounter me?
In the planting of His purpose there comes a seed of Holy Truth when given to His children kindles His providential harvest.
Radiant Tennessee Nights
All alone and coerced at twilight, I fixed my gaze on the glorious menagerie known as the Tennessee eventide.
June 24,2002 Moving through the imperfections of my life, I've found a house of shadowed rooms,
Radiant Tennessee Nights
All alone and coerced at twilight,
I fixed my gaze on the glorious menagerie
known as the Tennessee eventide.
Implication more beautiful than one can foresee
graced my soul with God's holy imagination.
His fingers brushed the clouds in feathered delight,
as His hands entwined the reds and yellows into a brilliant