By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The heart of man is a barren place,
    And the soul of man is dry;
    Tis the recognition of this truth,
    That precedes God’s vast supply.

    Not a thing on earth, not a wealth beside,
    Can assist nor aid estate;
    But the depth and height and the … grace of God,
    Who perceives man’s needy state.

    From a place on high, from a realm unseen,
    Lies an access to the throne;
    From the Holy Mount flows a healing fount,
    That He freely gives His own.

    Coursing down to flow on the soul below,
    Ebbs a sweet and sure supply;
    From the Fount so pure running crystal clear,
    Through the soul…that once was dry.

    The heart of man is a barren place,
    And the soul of man is dry;
    Tis the recognition of this truth,
    That precedes God’s vast supply.
    “And He showed me a pure river of water of life,
    clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.”
    Revelation 22:1


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Ville Du Havre,
    French ocean-liner:
    Queen of the sea.
    Rich, aristocratic young family:
    Horatio and Anna Spafford,
    Four little blessings:
    Anne, Maggie, Bessie, Tenetta.
    Seven years old and under.
    European excursion.
    Days away,
    Family get-away.
    Collision of business and vacation;
    Horatio held back.
    Anna and daughters board ship.
    Horatio will follow;
    Complete business transaction.
    December 1, 1873.
    Horatio handling business.
    Emergency telegram.
    Three words:
    “Saved Alone.

    Disjointed thoughts,
    Mechanical motions:
    Voyage to Anna.
    Ship stops;
    Where wreckage hides;
    Waves ride,
    Lives reside...
    Ocean’s grave.
    Down below,
    Little souls,

    Precious lives.

    Soul wrenching,
    No quenching
    Numb soul,
    Seeking sanity.
    Reaching for relief.
    Fumbling fingers,
    Pencil in pocket,
    Grieving soul 
    Pens words:

    When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea-billows roll,
    Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
    “It is well, it is well with my soul.”

    Tho’ Satan should buffet, tho’ trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

    My sin – Oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
    My sin—not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more;
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

    And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
    The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend--
    “Even so—it is well with my soul.”

    Sorrow’s song,
    Timeless hymn:
    “It Is Well With My Soul”
    Horatio Spafford.
    We don’t see the greater plan,
    The Holy hand,
    That writes
    The whole.
    We see in part,
    Just a start ….
    Of something more.
    And sometimes …
    Not at all.

    God the Author,
    Loving Father;
    Holy hand
    That writes...
    The whole.
    In sorrow
    There is solace ...
    For the soul.
    “From the end of the earth I will cry to You,
    When my heart is overwhelmed;
    Lead me to the rock that is higher than I."
    Psalm 61:2


    By: Darrelyn Tutt

    I have a very quiet friend,
    Her name is solitude;
    She fills the busy world of talk,
    With silent interlude.

    She speaks a tranquil language true,
    Yet never fills the air,
    With simple talk or idle chat
    And yet, I know she’s there.

    For solitude communicates,
    A message of her own;
    Her presence simply speaking,
    “Come away and come alone.”

    In conduct so becoming,
    And an invitation free;
    She offers timely friendship,
    And she wisely counsels me.

    I have a very quiet friend,
    Her name is solitude;
    No other friend so faithful been,
    As silent interlude.
    For thus says the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel;
    “In returning and rest you shall be saved,
    In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.”
    Isaiah 30:15a



    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Joseph Crater.
    Forty-five years old.
    New York Supreme Court judge.
    August 1930.
    Enjoys evening meal with friends.
    Leaves restaurant.
    Flags taxi.
    Drives off.
    No leads.
    Never found.
    Note to wife.
    Attached to check.
    “I am very weary.
    Love, Joe.”


    The successful,
    and sorrowful,
    The received
    and rejected.
    The beautiful,
    and broken.
    The aged,
    and youth.
    Impartial, unrelenting weariness....
    No respecter of persons,
    Simple words,
    Simply said,
    "I am weary."
    Joseph Crater might be you.
    Jesus Christ died for you.
    Rehearse His promises:
    He sees you,
    Knows you,
    Cares for you,
    Loves you,
    Calls to you:

    “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
    Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me,
    for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
    And you will find rest for your souls.
    For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
    Matthew 11:28-30


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Lord, You’re not blinded by what others see,
    You are so mindful of our frailty;
    We see the “outer” and where someone’s been,
    You’re always seeking and looking within.

    You are not drawn to the noble and wise,
    You in Your mercy see those … we despise;
    You are the God of unspeakable grace,
    You look beyond every label and face:

    He was a leper and he was unclean,
    He was a person who seldom was seen;
    We see a man with inflicted disease;
    But You see a heart that is eager to please.

    She was a harlot that lived on the street,
    She was a someone few wanted to meet;
    We see a woman in brazen attire,
    But You see a heart with a hurt and desire.

    He was a hater, a killer of men,
    Hunted down Christians, again and again;
    We see a man of incurable hate,
    But You see a man with a ministry great.

    He was a shepherd, who tended the sheep;
    He was the tender of his father’s keep;
    We see a boy pretty good with a sling,
    But You see the mind and the heart of a king.

    She was the woman who stood at the well,
    She with the husbands to many to tell;
    We see a woman accused and accursed,
    But You see a heart of unsatisfied thirst.

    She was the widow who threw in the mite,
    Poverty stricken and poverty plight;
    We see a woman with nothing at all,
    But You see a heart that is richer than all.

    He was the prodigal brother and son,
    He was seeker, a lover of fun;
    We see a life that is foolishly spent,
    But You see a heart with a need to repent.
    Who are the people “you” often despise?
    Who are the needy you see with your eyes?
    Who wears the label that’s matched with the face?
    That person needs mercy, forgiveness, and grace.

    Oh the untouchable people we see,
    They are no different than you … or than me;
    Just broken people who each need to claim;
    The mercy that changes the heart … not the name.
    *If we were as good at loving people as we are at labeling people;
    Think of the testimony that might spring from our lives.

    “For you see your calling brethren how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble are called. But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not to bring to nought things that are. That no flesh should glory in His presence.
    But of Him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom and righteousness and sanctification and redemption.
    That according as it is written …. He that glories … let him glory in the Lord.”
    1 Cor.1:26-31


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Push rewind button.
    Road trip to my father’s home;
    Roseau, Minnesota,
    400 miles.
    Travel by night.
    Pitch black.
    Desolate terrain.
    Deer and moose
    Graze like cattle.
    2:00 AM in the morning;
    Exhaustion peaks.
    60 endless miles left,
    Some journeys never end.
    Car lights dim,
    Barren blackness.
    No moonlit sky to guide.
    No traffic.
    No light in sight.
    Prayer offered up in darkness.
    Barely moving.
    Deer crossing.
    Rearview grace …
    Called light.

    Car emerging out of darkness.
    Slows behind.
    Assessing plight;
    Becoming light.

    59 miles.
    Nameless angel,
    Stranger bringing light.
    Approaching destination.
    Final mile.
    Right on gravel.
    Amazing wonder:
    Stranger’s blinker
    Left on gravel.
    Paths divide.
    Turn aside.
    Prayer to praise;
    Light provider.
    God …
    The “Guider”
    Leads us home.
    Stranger’s light;
    Engaging night.
    Emitting light.
    Look to be,
    Another’s light:

    Pass slowly.
    Assess plight.
    Become light.
    God is light.
    In Him;
    No darkness.
    What invades you,
    Will escape you.
    Be light.

    Lead another home.
    “You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden.
    Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house.
    Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”
    Matthew 5:14-16


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Two voices spoke from single face:
    One named truth, the other grace.
    Truth was stern, direct and strong,
    Truth declared the right from wrong.

    Truth proclaimed the pure and right;
    Truth distinguished dark from light.
    Everything he spoke was true,
    Truth had perfect point of view.

    Overwhelmed by all he said,
    I sat, I wept, and bowed my head;
    And then in depths of great despair,
    Another spoke to me with care.

    The name behind the voice was grace;
    He wiped the tears upon my face,
    And gently did he speak my name,
    And comfort weary, broken frame.

    “I’ve come prepared to comfort you;
    Truth has come ….. but I have too.
    For linked and joined as one we go;
    Our goal to aid and make to grow.

    Wherever truth should be declared,
    Grace shall also be prepared.
    Both are needed, both are good,
    And when combined, be as they should.

    Wise in heart and wise in way,
    Will heed and hear what both will say.”
    And Christ, Himself, the single face,
    Behind the voice of truth and grace.
    "And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth."
    John 1:14

  • MAZY

    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Man on bike,
    Dog on leash.
    Garners attention.
    Stark white stripe painted in dark hair.
    “Loner” look,
    We cross paths;
    Him and I.
    Routine daily exercise intersects.
    Internal voice whispers,
    Extend your reach.

    Not a dog lover.
    But I can change.
    We pass.
    I reach.
    Stroke the fur of stranger’s dog;
    Stranger speaks.
    Stroke the dog,
    Soften the stranger;
    Something stirs,
    Start of connection.
    Extended hands,
    Strangers touching.
    Names exchanged.
    Return home.
    Bake bread.
    Remember stranger.
    New day.
    Return to park.
    Hands touch.
    Bread exchanged.
    Stranger softens.
    Thoughtful gaze.
    Words …
    Why for me?
    Words of hope.
    Responsive gaze,
    Because I care.
    Mazy licks.
    Stranger looks.
    Lingering gaze,
    Lonely eyes,
    Lost in thought.
    Little words:
    Thank you.
    A “Mazy” bridge,
    Amazing grace;
    That saved a wretch like me.
    I gave a simple loaf of bread,
    And stranger …
    Helps me see.

    “And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet smelling aroma.”
    Ephesians 5:2


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Remember the old nursery rhyme:
    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
    All the king’s horses,
    And all the king’s men,
    Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty together again.

    …… But God can.
    Humpty Dumpty and I ....
    Much in common.
    Got a wall.
    Got a fall.
    Got a lot of disrepair.
    Humpty Dumpty and I ... can’t be fixed,
    By great kings, minds, or monetary means.
    We require something bigger.
    God is the something bigger.
    He’s enough.
    He takes the broken Humpty Dumpty’s,
    Redeems them.
    Heals them.
    Mends them.
    Loves them.
    Uses them.

    Sends them out to other Humpty Dumpty’s.
    Sort of a humble plan.
    But it’s a good one.
    Changing my life,
    And the lives of a few Humpty Dumpty’s around me.
    “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulations, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”
    2 Corinthians 1:3-4


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    What one thing should I eliminate from my life that is holding me back from my full potential?
    Am I on the path of something marvelous or something mediocre?
    Am I running from something or to something?

    Scan through gmail.
    Friend’s name solicits interest.
    Greeting is established through these three questions.
    I’m bothered.
    First question ...
    Disrupts, Interrupts, Erupts.

    The immediacy of response communicates difficult revelation.
    Settles in me,
    unsettling me,
    Ignorance is bliss.
    Elimination is not.

    Eliminations are often adverse enjoyments:
    Booze to the alcoholic,
    Cigarette to the chain smoker,
    Porn site to the sexually addicted,
    Cheeseburger to the overweight,
    Word morsels to the gossip.

    God insists,
    We resist.
    He says,
    We procrastinate.

    In doing so ...
    We deteriorate.
    Today’s the day.
    Not tomorrow.
    Quit settling for less,
    More is calling.
    Trade the mediocre for the marvelous.
    Live again.
    Dream again.
    Eliminate in order to Experience...
    What God has planned for you.
    “I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.
    And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”
    Romans 12:1-2

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