This story is really yours and mine,
But it goes back before our time;
Before the day that time began,
Before there was a sea or land.

Before rebellion, before sin,
Even before life began;
Before the light began to shine,
It was before the dawn of time.

Before there was a sob or tear,
Or anything at all to fear;
Before the wind began to blow,
Or there had ever been a snow.

Before Yah said, “Let there be light,
When everything was black as night;
Before a book was ever read,
Or one word was ever said.

Before Adam, before Eve,
Before the serpent did deceive;
Before a prayer was ever prayed,
Or earth’s foundation had been laid.

Yah conceived a wondrous plan,
That in His image He’d make man,
And isn’t it a marvelous thing,
That He chose man to be the king?

Mildred Eslick Garner

Angels Move at His Command

This is the days of heart-felt sorrow,
A time to mourn and feel great pain.
When satan attacks with all his fury,
It seems our hopes and faith is vain.

Do not fear, nor fret, nor slumber,
Our victory now is drawing near.
Remember this, His word is sovereign,
We’ll get the prize, He will appear.

Do you feel your strength is waning?
Do not think you cannot stand?
He knows our strength is insufficient,
And angels move at His command.

Our faith will gain for us the victory,
Upon His word we must depend.
He is Commander of this army,
And His honor He will defend.

Mildred Eslick Garner

Abiding Care

Thanks for your love, Blessed Savior,
Your mercy beyond compare;
For the patience and goodness you have shown us,
And your ever-abiding care.

Thanks for the rain and the sunshine,
And for the good word we share.
For the confidence to know that you love us,
And for always answering prayer.

Thanks for our families and loved ones,
For friends which are kind and true.
And for the warmth that always surrounds us,
And all of the other things too.

Thanks for the comforter and teacher;
For your blessed rod of correction,
For each cross, each trial, and the process
That is leading us on into perfection.

Mildred Eslick Garner

Bless Yahweh, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless His Holy Name.
Bless Yahweh, Oh my soul, and forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all
your iniquities; who heals all your diseases. Who redeems your life from destruction,
who crowns you with loving-kindness and tender mercies: Who satisfies your
mouth with good things; so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.”
Psalm 103:1-5

A Son in His Image

He has purposed by His Spirit
To bring forth a first-born son.
He has worked throughout the ages,
Completing what He first begun.

To reproduce in His own likeness,
A son to sit upon His throne;
To display a mighty glory
That this world has never known.

The world, with fears unspoken,
Bound in death’s deep throes, await
To see this mighty wonder
When the ages consummate.

Come on Brother, join the battle,
The world is groaning in travail;
Waiting for the Son’s of glory
To step in behind the veil.

The birth-pains are getting stronger;
It seems there’s nothing but defeat,
But the time is fast approaching,
When full redemption’s made complete.

Full redemption of the body,
When from sin and death we’re free.
If our faith can grasp the promise,
Of the coming Jubilee.

Mildred Eslick Garner,
September 1, 1993

Ephesians 4:11-13
And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers;
For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ:
Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God,
unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ.”
Romans 8:19-23
“For the earnest expectation of the creature waits for the manifestation of the sons of God.
For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope,
Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.
For we know that the whole creation groans and travails in pain together until now. And not only they,
but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves,
waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.”

A Shining Art Work

Mankind comes forth in single file,
And lingers here but just awhile.
His journey nothing but a trial.

His journey here is not in vain;
He sows and reaps his field of grain,
So he a higher ground may gain.

The potter labors, we are told,
Until the vessel fits the mold,
A shining art work made of gold.

Mildred Eslick Garner
August 1994

A Pilgrims Journey

Once my valleys seemed to low,
My mountains seemed to steep,
I could not find a foothold
To place my weary feet.

Stumbling in the darkness,
I could not see a ray.
I had no guide to lead me,
To help me find the way.

Then I heard of Yahweh,
And called upon his name,
My path with light was flooded;
My heart was set aflame.

My mountains and my valleys
Became one fertile land,
I found a clear-marked pathway,
And His footprints in the sand.

I now am quite contented,
Though I am a pilgrim still,
I feast upon His manna,
And delight to do His will.

The prize is set before me;
I strive by faith alone.
I covet most the crown of life,
And to stand before His throne.

Mildred Eslick Garner

A Perfect Dream

A song of praise each heart should sing
And all the bells should chime,
And every instrument should play
A melody sublime.

Every knee should bow to him
And every tongue confess,
And praise the name above all names,
His wonders to express.

In harmony we all would live,
And love our neighbors too,
If we summit unto his laws
In everything we do.

There would be no wars to kill our youth,
Nor vice to corrupt men.
There would be no hate nor violence,
Because there’d be no sin.

Oh what a perfect dream to dream,
That every knee shall bow,
And so they will, the Bible says,
Someday, if they don’t now.

Mildred Eslick Garner

A Measure of Grace

A Measure of Grace
Yah is a loving Father
And the trouble that we face
Returns to us in blessings
As a measure of his grace.

We do not know the future,
But we need not live in fear,
If we trust and obey Him,
Our future is secure.

The enemy cannot defeat us,
No matter how he tries,
If we understand Yah’s wisdom,
We’ll reject the devil’s lies.

Mildred Eslick Garner
December 13, 1999

A Lofty Prize

An earthy vessel made of clay,
This lowly human race;
Subjected to vanity,
An act of divine grace.

So helplessly enslaved to sin,
And his perplexing need.
His mind a fertile garden,
Where Life must grow His seed.

Blinded by a lustful eye,
Man fails to see the scope
Of destiny’s magnitude,
The sight he needs to cope.

Subjected to this vanity,
That he may run this race
To win his crown of glory,
Man must participate.

Mercy put an earnest down,
An insight of His plan,
Revealed the throne before him,
The destiny of man.

Love set the plan in action,
And love will see it through,
And reconcile creation,
By making all things new.

A creature of earth’s substance,
Unto His child, a son,
A seed to bear His image,
The prize, his faith has won.

Ephesians 4:13

Mildred Eslick Garner
Nov.8th 1999

A Lofty Goal

I Love you Lord; I surely do,
And I know you love me too.
When I reach out to touch your robe,
Your hand comes down to take my load.

I’ll follow you down life’s long path,
Until I’ve reached my goal at last.
The Bible says I’ll be like you;
I’ve tried the Word and know it’s true.

I thank you that this truth is mine;
I’ll toe each precept to the line.
I’ll walk with you my journey through,
And abide until I’m just like you.

This truth, My Lord, I would not miss,
It turned my sadness into bliss.
A brilliant star shines in my night,
To make each day a sheer delight.

Mildred Eslick Garner