Here are four Christian poems written by Daniel Younger from Texas

CHRIST IN ME

We grieve too much over material things
in the precious time of life.
We have committed adultery
when we take the world as wife.

We need to hold a funeral
long before we die,
to bury our old man
and here is the reason why.

If Christ is to live in me
and my life to be like him.
Then I must willingly put away
my fallen state so grim.

~ Daniel Younger ~
Texas

REMOVE THE BEAM

If you believe you follow Christ
and desire to help others.
Jesus told us what we must do,
so they can become our brother.

We must remove the beam
that is found within our eye.
So we can clearly see
how to help others try.

Will you take the Bible
and study every word?
So you can identify
the truth when it's heard.

Raise up a child in the way
means teaching him of God.
Morning, noon and night you sow
the seed in his heart, the sod.

Once upon a hillside
many years ago
Jesus carried the heavy cross
obedient he would go.

In reading the written word
I am blessed and can see.
Everything that Jesus did
was to save you and me.

~ Daniel Younger ~
Texas
 

A BETTER VIEW

Lord, you know I'm homeless.
I remember so were you.
Everything seems a little tough,
but I know you will see me through.

I awoke a little stiff,
as I slept on the street.
But watching people as they pass,
is a very blessed treat.

There was this young lady,
who stopped as she passed by.
She gave me money to buy food.
She said please take it, as she begin to cry.

Spiritually you had fed me, Lord,
materially she did too.
Lord it's great just to know
the ones that follow you.

As I started to buy myself
something I could eat.
I passed by a hungry child,
who was also on the street.

I took the money to the child,
and bought the meal for him.
For I was full and could not eat,
but softly sang a hymn.

~ Daniel Younger ~
Texas
 

TELL ME THE STORY AGAIN

Father, tell me the story again.
How you loved us so very much,
You sent your only son to bear our sin.
How he healed all sickness, the lame need not a crutch.

How the blind can now see,
and the deaf they can hear,
How demons from him flee
and they tremble with great fear.

How the righteous run unto him,
and little children have a place.
Where sinners can find redemption
by his agape love and saving grace.

How enemies can love each other
and anger is what they slay.
Where all have strength to labor,
to have to give away.

Where neighbors care for one another,
wanting the very best for you.
Showing the love of God in them
as this life are passing through.

Where families stay together,
sharing life with one another.
Knowing all things are possible,
for God made Jesus our brother.

~ Daniel Younger ~
Texas

THREE RIGHTEOUS MEN

Old Noah was righteous,
And he walked with the Lord;
He preached and he labored, and trusted God’s word,
He sailed o’er the Flood, but suffered no loss,
But Noah didn’t carry the Old Rugged Cross.

Now Daniel found favor in the eyes of the King,
And told him the secrets of all of his dreams;
Faith brought him out of the old Lion’s den,
But Daniel could not pay the price for my sin;

Now Job was a man whom God richly blessed,
Tormented by Satan, his faith stood the test;
In sorrow he cursed the day he was born,
But Job didn’t wear a Crown made of Thorns;

Only my Savior could pay the great price,
To save a lost soul from sin and from strife;
Though we love the old Prophets, and honor their name,
No one but Jesus could bear all my shame.

~ Arvil Jones ~

Here are three poems written by Hope Le. She says, "I have been a Christian for over 10 years and my faith is very special to me. I have had my fair share of ups and downs along the way and poetry is a wonderful blessing in which I can express my experiences, feelings, thoughts and ideas.
 

Dear God…

I am the work of your hands…your child…you love me and I am precious to you
Please take away my self doubt and help me to see myself the way you do…
I am special to you, a unique child, with a unique life and purpose in your eyes
You know all about me, you know all about my life… all my lows and all my highs
Every day planned for me was written in your book before I was even one day old
You watch over me and care for me as the story of my life continues to slowly unfold
You orchestrated exactly when and where I should live and the person I would be
You gave me my own unique life, my own story, my own family, friends, and ME
You care for me, in every way, nothing can happen to me without your knowing
You look after me, protect me and help me to keep, learning and growing
Every hair on my head is counted, every tear is recorded… I matter so much to you
You are behind me… in front of me… and beside me in absolutely everything I do
You have a purpose for me, you knew your will for me, even before the world began
And no matter what may happen, nothing can ruin the future you have in your plan
Help me to live the life you created me to live and to be the person you made me to be
Please help me to live my life, enjoy my life and to love my life and ME
Help me write the story of my life with you, so that we may work in complete unity
With your grace and love, help me to fulfil my God given purpose and destiny
At the last chapter of my story, I must give account of how I lived my life - to You
Please help me to live my life in a way that you can be proud of everything I do

Amen

~ Hope Le ~


HOPE

God began my faith, surely he will finish his work in me
I must trust that he will take me to where I need to be
And to remember that I’m his child and everything is done in love
That despite everything that happens he’s keeping his eye on me from above
For nothing can happen to me, without his allowing and his say
He will watch over me, both in the future like in the past and today

Always have hope, its something you must always hold on to
Along with faith and love, it will pull you through
God is able to do more than we could ever ask, imagine or dream
So trust in his power and goodness, no matter how bleak things may seem
For he said, ‘I will get praise him’ a promise for better times ahead
And so by faith, hope and love may we be led

For remember, God is a good God, not out to punish, hurt or destroy
He has plans to prosper us, to give us a future, a hope and joy
Nothing and no one can ruin the plans God has made
For he knew his will for us, even before the foundations of the world were laid

God will fight for us, often all we need is to trust him and be still
No matter what happens God is able to carry out his will
God promised never to fail or to leave me until his work is done
He will keep moulding and shaping me until I am more like son

All the days planned for me, were written in your book before I was even one day old
I needn’t worry or be afraid but let go and let everything unfold
For nothing can happen without it being part of your awesome plan
You can see everything, your love and wisdom is by far greater than any man
We may have so many questions, never stop wondering or ever fully understand
But trust in God and that our lives and everything that happens are all in his hands

~ Hope Le ~


I ANSWER TO GOD ALONE

Each and everyone of us will one day have to answer to God for life we have liven
and for what we have done with all the blessings and gifts that we have been given
So when the Lord asks me what I did with my life when we meet face to face on judgement day
I want to be able to stand before Him without regrets and this is what I want to be able to say...

I want to say 'Lord, I tried my very hardest to do all I could, with everything you gave to me
I really tried to live my life the best way I knew how and to be the person you created me to be'

I want to say 'I lived my life to the fullest, living each day knowing I had so much to be thankful for
Appreciating that I was so blessed and content to know I simply couldn't ask for anything more'

I want to say 'Lord, I hope I was a good friend, sister, daughter, auntie and hopefully a good wife
that I patient, kind and loving to all the wonderful people you blessed me with in my life'

I want to say 'Lord, I also tried to help the poor and the needy just like you wanted me to do
because I know that you love and care about everyone - and that each of us matter so much to you'

I want to say 'Lord, even though sometimes life was really tough and I felt like I couldn't keep going
I never gave up, but trusted in you...because without the rain, I wouldn't have been able to keep growing

'And Lord, even when I was in the fire, even there you were purifying me so I could be like gold
I trusted that you knew what was best for me and that you never let me out of your sight or hold

'And Lord, finally I want to be able to say that I fulfilled the purpose that you had in life for me
and that I lived the life you wanted me to live and became the person you made me to be

'But Lord, the day has not yet come for me to stand before you and meet you face to face
you have given me a chance to work on my weaknesses because you are full of mercy, love and grace

'Lord, thank you for giving me the opportunity each and everyday to try my best in all I say and do
...help me to live my life each day, in a way that I'll be ready... when I finally have to stand before You

~ Hope Le ~

POETRY

The cadence of one word or two,
That rhymes with every line.
Reminds me of a rocking chair,
Moving back and forth in time.
And as I read, my soul reacts,
To the motion of each verse.
A quiet peace comes over me,
As if we just conversed.
I hear the poems and my soul responds,
With stillness from above.
The mirrored lake reflects the sky,
And my heart beats, loved, loved, loved.

~ Connie Centrella ~

WHY WAS AMERICA GREAT?

Why was America great?
Because God was on the throne!
Everyone loved their neighbor!
God takes care of his own!

Men were honest in their trade,
not wanting to beat anyone.
There was no deceit or lying grade,
just being fair to everyone.

Families were all secure.
Wedding vows made before God.
Everyone was very careful
as to where their feet would trod.

Do not attend anything
where you would not take your child.
Staying meek and merciful
keeps you honest all the while.

Older children learned quickly
of the responsibility that belonged to them
by watching Christian parents
as they prayed or sang a hymn.

Men were not dealing drugs
or stealing in spare time.
God's laws were in their hearts
and they had peace of mind.

Having lots of money
did not weight their back.
They all raised a garden
so there wasn't any lack.

Grandmas and mothers
the produce they did can.
Not just for the family
so there was no hunger in the land.

Yes, to give to others
if they had a need.
By doing this and helping
then both would succeed.

~ Daniel Younger ~

SALVATION

Drinking, smoking, drugs
The best way to get high.
Drinking, driving
The best way to die
My soul fluttered
And I saw it come out of my body.
It went high, high, high
High into the sky

Until it reached
A place where
moaning and groaning prevailed
Bed of worms
Blanket of maggots
Fire burning, bodies decaying.
Please, please get me out of here.
Wiped, dragged, trotted
The humans screamed.
Demons, imps, dragons moved
Darkness prevailed.

Until I saw a light
The light of peace
The light of love
The light of Jesus
Why, why am I here
I cried
He was sad
And he cried and moaned
Why, why am I here
I cried again
You refused to listen
Jesus spoke
You rejected me
You hated me
Many spoke for me
But only laughter was the response
Now, you shall
stay, stay, stay
for all eternity
Remembering your deeds

Then the light moved
Moved away from me
No, come back
Come back, come back, come back

I was left with
agony, pain and tears
Then I remembered
The evangalists, the pastors
The Christian club
My friends, my family
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
All they spoke
The Healer
The First and the Last
The Living One

Accept him and be saved.
Baptise yourself in water
Baptise yourself in the Holy Spirit
Baptise and accept
I ignored him
I went my own way
Now, I will spent
all eternity remembering
How Jesus is the Way
How Jesus saves!

Sharon Ann Alexander, UK

A PRAYER OF ADORATION

Dear Jesus…
Please, forgive us.
Forgive us of our sin,
So, that we may enter in.

Enter into Your Gate…
With Praise.
From dusk until dawn,
Let us praise you all day long.

Sing praises to the King of kings…
Our offerings we bring.
Into Your court,
To Christ our Lord.

Thank you for Your sacrifice…
By giving Your life.
Upon the cross You did die,
Being raised from the dead was Your plight.

How we worship and adore, our Lord…
Thanking You, for the blessings in store.
Now we have peace and rest,
As He takes us through each trial and test.

Buried with Christ Jesus…
We are risen with Him through crucifying the flesh.
Trust in Him for all things,
While we praise and sing.

Hallelujah…
Hallelujah…
Praise His Holy Name.
For it is from God, Jesus came.

King of kings…
Lord of lords…
We kneel down before,
It is You, who we worship and adore.

As our Father…
We bring honor,
To Your Name.
The gospel of Christ we proclaim.

~ Cinda Carter ~
 

Here is another poem written by Cinda

REAPING THE HARVEST

The harvest truly is plentiful...
Many seek to fill their empty souls.
Empty inside,
Is there someone to answer their cry.

A cry for help...
To be delivered from sin and self.
Is there more to life?
Than meets the eye.

What is the answer, does anyone know?
Dear Jesus, lead the way and show.
Show us the way we should go,
No longer to be tossed about to and fro.

We as the church...
Lord, give us a heart to search.
Searching to redeem the time,
Salted with the seasoning of Jesus Christ.

Let our light so shine...
In a world that Satan blinds.
The Sewer plants the seeds of life,
They are watered by our Lord Jesus Christ.

Go tell it on the mountain...
That their is a fountain.
Where we will thirst no more,
Clear waters that gently flow.

From the living waters of the Holy Spirit...
We will thirst no more because of Jesus who was pierced.
Pierced in His side, for all mankind.
Jesus who freely laid down His life.

He saw what it would be like with a life without Him...
Doomed to a life to die in our sins.
When mankind sinned he lost his first state and fell,
We were doomed for an eternal life in hell.

Dear Lord, let us remain faithful to Your calling...
By planting seeds of Your Word in hearts who are wondering.
Wondering if there is anything more to this life at best.
While we plant His seeds, Jesus will be Reaping the Harvest.

~ Cinda Carter ~

THE WHISPERING ROSE
(originally written for Queen Elizabeth)

The aged but gifted poet
From a far and distant time
Strolled sad and slow through flowering fields
He was searching for a rhyme
The words will surely come he mused
Yet many years had passed
And not one line had he composed
Is my gift quite gone? He asked.

Perhaps if I but pause and rest
Sweet words my mind shall fill
I must not worry, fret nor groan
But bid my soul be still
So there amidst wildflowers bright
No other soul around
With prayerful heart and hope renewed
He lay upon the ground.

Soft breezes made the blades of grass
To dance with joyful grace
They played among the flowers fair
And swept across his face
In quiet slumber long He’d lay
And rest his weary frame
But wait! What’s this? His heart replied
Did someone call his name?

Nay, but it cannot be, he said
For no one else is near
>Tis but the sound of rustling leaves
That fall upon my ear
But now the soft voice came again
And many voices more
From whence they came he could not tell
And yet could not ignore.

The breeze had now ceased blowing
Not a leaf moved on the trees
Then at his feet he beheld a sight
That made him bend his knees
It could not be true, and yet it was
Down there among the clover
The lilies and the daffodils
Were laughing with each other

I’ve gone quite mad, the poet cried
It’s just a childish dream
I’m wise enough to know that things
Aren’t always what they seem
Surely God would not allow
That mindless flowers should talk
If it were so, then rocks might grow
And the great Sequoias walk.

Have all my senses grown so dull
Or am I so racked with fear
That I’d mistake one drop of dew
On this tulip for a tear?

Again I must lie down and rest
And sleep in sweet repose
But before his eyelids closed he spied
One tiny, blood-red rose.

Ah yes, he laughed, could not be wrong
To gaze on this a while
And then he saw its petals move
As if to form a smile
He leaned a little closer now
With trembling hand, and weak
Then soft as a timid angels sigh
The rose began to speak.

I know your troubled thoughts, it said
And how its been so long
Your soul has searched for words that rhyme
For the lines of some sweet song
Your prayers have all been heard above
Your quest is nearly done
You’ll have your very heart’s desire
Ere the set of tomorrow’s sun.

Fear not, kind Sir, reach down your hand
And pluck with gentle care
For the one you cherish waits to fix
My petals in her hair
The journey we must make today
Is treacherous and long
Please tarry not a moment more
Arise, let us be gone
Oh hasten now and stop for naught
Except it be to pray
For my fragrance will but last until
The dawn of one more day.

So with lightened heart and quickened step
And his treasure newly found
To him it seemed his tired old feet
Now barely brushed the ground
The Eastern sky was greying now
Faint shadows crept along
He caught the sound of a whip-poor-will
Then the larks began their song.

The distance mattered not at all
Nor yet the evening’s chill
O’er mountains steep, across meadows wide
Though tired, he journeyed still
The sun was hastening Westward now
And he had yet miles to go
He dared not stop to ponder now
For his steps were getting slow.

But yonder in the distance
At long last now he sees
And old familiar cottage
Nestled under tall oak trees
And now across the narrow stream
A hundred paces more
Then up the little winding path
He stood in her open door.

In the candle’s glow he viewed her face
Sweet countenance bathed in Heaven’s grace
Now in her tender hand he’ll place
The tiny rose, and plead his case
The rhyming words for which he’d searched
Now came with greatest ease
And gathering all his courage up
He bowed there at her knees.

Accept this tiny gift, my love
I pray, refuse it not
To bring it here has taken nearly
All the life I’ve got
This rose I offer with my heart
With not a blush of shame
I know God grew this rose for you
For I heard it speak your name.

And then with stars all smiling down
Beneath the pale moon’s crest
She smelled and kissed the tiny rose
And drew him to her breast
Content at last, all strength now gone
His soul in rapture’s deep
One soft embrace, one gentle kiss
And the poet went to sleep.

Then quick the shining Seraphs flew
To bear his soul up high
Above the clouds and far beyond
The realm of Earth and sky
On through the garnished gates he passed
As silver bells did ring
He knelt before the throne to touch
The scepter of the King.

And then a whisper, soft but near
Who’s this? Ah yes, he knows
For fixed in the braids of her golden hair
Are the petals of a rose.

~ Arvil Jones ~

YOU ARE CHERISHED BY GOD

May the Creator of the rose
Be the one who holds you close
Come what may.

May you wear
Christ’s bridal dress with pride
And hear the silver bells of hope
inside you every day.

May He comfort you
through all you’re called to bear
and lift you high above
All pain and care.

May your reward be great
May God enable you to anticipate
All the joy you will claim
When He calls you home and gives you
Your brand-new name!

~ Bonnie Pomroy ~

Here is another Christian poem by Bonnie

THE LORD MY ROCK
(From Psalm 31)

Security and trust are well-woven
Bound by You, Lord, Great Guardian of Hope.
Your sinless life, crucified and broken
Exchanged my sin for loving freedom’s yoke.

So standing on Your Promises, I cry
Bow down to hear, move swiftly to help—save!
When secret traps spring open, still I’ll fly
Upward, angel-borne, Holy Spirit’s Grace made brave.

Idols, grotesquely vain, give me shivers
Wastelands of metal are no help to man.
The God of Truth my soul delivers
Praise Him, Jesus, Only Son of God, yet man.

The Lord preserves-- let the faithful take heart
We are unstoppable—right from the start!

~ Bonnie Pomroy ~

AUTUMN DAYS

I love winter’s chilly blow
Seeing footprints in the snow
Each blade of grass revealing spring
Summer’s sun warms everything

But what I love best of all
Are the reds and browns that tell of fall
Some green remains and that’s find too
Nothing diminishes that golden hue

Hay rides now, with friends in tow
Autumn’s blush on faces glow
Brilliant Maples now will be
A yellow-orange canopy

Cool breezes rustle the fallen leaves
As squirrels hide secrets in the trees
All make ready, for winter is near
Then these bright colors will disappear

God who changes the times and seasons
Has given us so many reasons
To marvel and to make us smile
And with Him come and rest a while

Cause now its harvest time again
Summer’s work has found its end
Time to reap what was sown
And thank the Lord who keeps His own

"And He changeth the times and the seasons..." Daniel 2:21

© Wonda Elizabeth

Wonda also created a stunning video for her poem.
Click here to watch her poem unfold in the video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysP75SHnpRA

NECESSARY BUT SUFFICIENT

HE is divine,
Enshrined in Human flesh,
Wholly divine,
An offering ever fresh,
HE is divine!
One with the Father HE,
Fullness divine,
In him alone we see.

He is a must,
The man of sorrows died,
The living way,
To ≡GOD to open wide,
HE is a must,
HE is the only way,
Naught but HIS blood,
Cleans every sin away.

HE is enough,
Naught further do we need,
≡GOD satisfied,
By HIS death are we freed,
HE is enough,
The Father asks no more,
Coming in HIM,
Our welcome is secure.

~ Bill Greig ~

The Word from High

From the heaven's far above
The Word from High was sent
Bearing the message of Love
For all precious souls to repent

Isaiah saw what was to come
And John said he was the 'One'.
Few of Jacob's own did welcome
David's descendant, the 'Holy One'

He was the 'Son of Man', Amen!
'The Bread of Life', he said 'I AM'
He taught them to be fishers of men
The Good News to sons of Abraham.

He made the blind men to see,
And raised to life again, the dead.
The oppressed, he came to set free
Li'l did they know, for them he bled.

Of Him did the Psalmist say,
'My servant won't rot in the grave'
He did rise up on the third day
For this he had come, to save.

~ Raziel ~

HOPE IS ETERNAL

I heard a little bit of sadness
Talking with my fears
They were looking for some hope
In their aging years
Since once again the doctors
Repeated what they said before
I’m afraid that for your cancer
We do not have a cure
So sadness told my fears
Find hope and we’ll be strong
Only God knows all the answers
Doctors can be wrong
And so they talked together
Sunset until sunrise
And found in the day before them
Hope shining in their eyes
Glowing in their hearts
With grace from God above
Hope had attitude and gratitude
Embracing trust and love
So sadness took fears hand
And then as one they walked away
Within their aging years
And the new born hope of day
With attitude and gratitude
Thankful for the gift of life and love
Finding hope that springs eternal
From God’s kingdom up above

~ Richard A. Diem ~

Here are a number of Christian poems written by Daniel Younger from Texas.
 

COAT HOLDER OR ROCK THROWER?

Saul had learned, being taught by man,
But the will of God did not understand.
The only choice before meeting Christ
Made him dangerous and not very nice.

The only choice Saul could be
Was coat- holder or rock -thrower, see.
All man can offer with good intent
Should make you stop, your clothes to rent.

One must learn Christ, wearing His yoke,
Walking in obedience, and not to choke.
Trying to accomplish on his own
Man is no more than the cast stone.

Man may try with all his might
To achieve perfection is out of sight.
You must know Jesus, God's only Son
To fully understand the battle He won.

Daniel Younger
Texas
 

WHAT KEEPS YOU FROM SERVING GOD?

What keeps you from serving God ?
We need to ask Our Self
Make a list and check them off
until there is nothing Left

If we do not serve Him
then we are none of His
We are all about our self
Not tending to the Father's Biz

Jesus told us Himself
If we do not forgive Others
His Father cannot forgive us
and allow us to be Brothers

Forgiveness is a choice we make
to do the Father's Will
We must follow every command
knowing He is God and stand Still
 

LOOKING BACK

I remember years ago,
when our children were Small.
A lot of money we did not have,
but we heard God's Call.

We had a neighbor
that moved just down the Road.
I never had met them
but they carried a heavy Load.

They had no groceries
I some how got the Call.
We went through our freezer,
searching all in All.

We made up a sack
and carried to them Fast.
It was not what we gave,
but what we received would Last.

We received more
than we could ever Give.
Putting on the yoke of Christ
were learning how to Live.

Our oil did not run low
and neither did our Meal.
We moved about in love and peace.
The best we'll ever Feel.

But as our lives went on,
we became a little Slack.
We followed to much of self,
forgetting to look Back.

Going down the road,
an extreme sharp curve Ahead,
came upon it fast
Made us turn our Head.

And as it made us turn,
we saw in looking Back
the joy and peace we had left,
and what our life did Lack

In doing good
to all Men
you walk in peace
and not in Sin.

Daniel Younger
Texas
 

WHEN

When we can bear the hurts of Life
and still show God's perfect Love
We know our treasures are not on earth
But clearly stored above

When others fail to do God's will
If I just sit and Judge
When Jesus looks in the book of life
I fear my name a Smudge

When we give to meet others needs
Knowing God has given Us
Abounding peace and joy overflows
Covering me in a rush

Our life should be an Orchard
Where fruits of the Spirit Grow
Producing in due season
Our Savior to better know

Daniel Younger
Texas


TWO SEAS, SAME WATER

The same water from the Jordan
runs into both Seas
The only difference between them
let me tell you, Please

Every drop that flows into Galilee
another drop flows Out
The sea is full of living things
that feed the people About

But looking at the Dead sea
and the water that flows In
all the water just stays there
Not much life Within

We should learn a lesson
Freely we receive - freely Give
We must do as God intends
Supporting life - helping others Live

Daniel Younger
Texas


Infection of Sin

We all carry the infection of Sin
Only one way to do it in
Repentance at the foot of the Cross
The only other choice is to be Lost

Sin is contagious and easily spread
Crippling many, leaving some dead
Won't you hear God's Truth today
Humble yourself, kneel and pray

It is not I but Christ in me that Lives
It's His Spirit that is willing to give

Daniel Younger
Texas


Hearing Correctly?

You can follow an Apostle
saying what is True
Have many in a crowd
gathered watching You

You may think you are Okay
others think you Obey
asking what you could do More?
Turn to the book of Acts
read chapter 16 verses 16 - 24.

Daniel Younger
Texas


Where Am I ?

"He shall send forth His Angles
to gather out of His Kingdom" (Matt:13:41)
So many do not Hear
Are you in the Kingdom?
Should you be covered with Fear?

Do you know the story of a wedding dinner,
and one without proper dress
He made it right up to the Last
But into the outer darkness
He would soon be Cast

I walked through life
thinking I was Right
In all I say and Do
But life has Past
And now at Last
I stand in judgment before You.

Daniel Younger
Texas

THE WOMEN WE LOVE

The women we love,
On an ordinary day, a day like the day before
You could be walking in the rain,
Or shopping at the store,
You turn and you see her at just a glance
And in a second your heart skips a beat and you’re in a trance,
Many things run through your mind at the speed of light,
You wonder who she is, where she’s from, or what she’s like,
You question yourself if you have the nerve to speak
You scramble the words trying to find something sweet,
You make your move hoping to be charming and smart,
Hoping she is not able to see your racing heart,
You say hello, you tell her your name,
Awaiting the response, hoping she says the same
You feel each other out, where you from, where you been, whatcha do,
Then you move in to make the final move,
It's how to ask her out, or how to even start,
Because you know she’s the one, you feel it in your heart
You stumble upon the words, and tell her how you feel,
As you await her response you begin to feel ill,
But her answer is yes, which blows your mind
Like the best rush, living on cloud 9,
A few dates and a few months,
You place a ring on her hand,
Praying that for life she’ll let you be her man.
She accepts again, with tears from her eyes
Makes you so happy you begin to cry,
Now the wedding plans, the alter, and then before God you stand,
To take your place in this world as one, (woman and man),
As you look back on how it all began,
Or how life would be without her in your hand,
A voice speaks to you so sweet and so warm,
The voice tells you, this has been the plan since you were born
The voice is God speaking to your heart,
Telling you he was there right from the start,
From the nervous words to the shaking knees,
He tells you this was always meant to be,
I gave you the words, I put them in your heart,
I stood there beside you, right from the start,
I gave you a wedding and I gave you a bride.
A helpmate and lover to stand by your side
You made an oath to your wife at the alter that day
I already knew this would happen, I paved the way
The woman you have was hand-picked by me,
She was made special for you, no one else you see.
So the only thing you do now is thank God up above
Because He provided us with the women we love!

~ Keith Merkel ~
Texas

IN THE DISTANCE

In the distance I see horsemen
As time hurries to an end.
I hear hoof beats fast approaching,
With the changing of the wind.

There are famines, there are earthquakes,
There is pestilence and snares,
I hear hoof beats fast approaching,
There is violence everywhere.

The earth labors for her freedom
As the birth pains have begun.
I hear hoof beats fast approaching,
Now the final days have come.

Good and evil merge in battle
Light and darkness round me dwell,
I hear hoof beats fast approaching,
As the Savior did foretell.

I look yonder to the heavens
As time hurries to an end.
I see Jesus fast approaching,
The trump blowing in the wind.

~ Deanna Malawy ~
Illinois, USA

The following poem was written by Terrance Fitzgerald
who says that the subject is a true story about a
 church that selected a wolf to lead them unknowingly.

OF WOLF & MAN

He was welcomed in with a wink and a nod
We believed he was sent by the Spirit of God
The folks took a vote to welcome him here
The vote was read with clapping and cheer
And so he came here to be the guide
Claiming that he had nothing to hide
The doctrine was changed, but that didn’t matter
The sermons grew deeper and stronger and fatter
Some said that love was being put on the shelf
And that he spoke way too much about himself
People were neglected, relationships broken
But this contradicted what was being spoken
Loving community were the words of the day
But in his life it wasn’t working out that way
When this was mentioned three others spoke back
They said they had planned to pick up the slack
But they never did and the problem grew stronger
And many couldn’t bear his pride any longer
Then the first third went out the door
And soon there would be several more
“Trust me” he said, “I know how to lead”
His time in the service had shown him the need
But the promise was empty, broken, and hollow
For he could not lead and no one could follow
So onward we struggled with no functional head
Chaos and pettiness is what we got instead
Yes men promoted, others pushed out the door
The numbers kept shrinking, the treasury got poor
If he didn’t get his way quite often he pouted
Then he’d think of a plan to make sure you were ousted
Jealously and envy were leading the way
Divisiveness and strife seemed here to stay
The three charged to watch stood idly by
And refused to correct the pride of this guy
They didn’t want to see it, they believed all were lying
Even though a faithful few kept on trying
They said let us make peace in the small faithful band
The effort was ended with a giant back-hand
And so more had left and the numbers were dwindling
So many relationships burnt up like kindling
The flock has been beaten, devoured, and scattered
Some who’ve remained are spiritually battered
The end seems to be coming faster and faster
The church has become a limping disaster
We have forgotten the way of our master
Because at the start we called the wolf pastor

Based on Matthew 7:15-17 and Acts 20:29

~ Terrance Fitzgerald ~

I USED 2 B

I remember the old me back in the day
Who always let the sin in me have its way.
I now look back at those days and wonder how
I talked with a very nasty mouth so foul.
I always tell people who didn't know me then
How they would hate to see the old me again.
If they only knew what I was like so full of sin
A dark cloud hovered over my devilish grin.
I crucified that old me some 20 so years back
Who tries to rise up often with a surprise attack.
Trying to get me to choose selfish sin over Godly love
But thankfully I choose right from my Help above.
People who I used to not like, I no longer hate them
It's hard to do that after I became a new creation.
I need to get in contact with old friends who need to see this
They need to see the new me who truly loves Jesus.

~ MK Douglas ~


TIME IS ON MY SIDE

Time Is On My Side. Where has the time gone?
I long to see some change and to stop singing the same old song.
I'm ready to live a victorious life. I'm tired of things always going
wrong.
I'm dying to see real changes. I've been waiting so long.
I don't mean to complain. I do count my blessings.
I have endured a lot of pain. My sins I keep confessing.
Time is on my side. I should do what's right with it.
I better use what God gave Me. I'm truly gifted.
24 hours a day and I just keep on living.
I pray that no selfishness overtakes what I keep on giving.
Hours and hours of time spent letting God love through me.
I truly don't want to live this life in vain, you see.
I don't want to wait until I get to heaven to love, as crazy as it sounds.
As long as I'm living I choose to do what really counts.

~ MK Douglas ~

THERE

Jesus was 'there' before there was a 'there.'
He was there for you and there for me
before there was a 'we'
(before we came to be.)
And it is He...
Who placed those who are there for you there for you,
And when there’s no one there for you,
Jesus will still be there for you.
And Jesus will care for you
When no one else will care for you.
And He will bear for you what no one else could bear for you.
Because He dared to do what no one else would dare to do –
Nor cared to do - nor was prepared to do.
And now He's waiting there for you –
In heaven - ready to hear a prayer from you.
And all that He has, He can share with you.
But beware...
It wasn't 'fair' –
The grief He chose to bear for you.
Beware that not all will be spared
That not all will share
In that which He's prepared for you.
For all have sinned and all deserve to bear their dues –
Eternity impaired without a soul to care for you.
That is the wage of sin - the rightful rut we’re in – it’s true.
And thank the Lord for Him, for Jesus tore sin’s veil in two.
Would you believe in Him?
Would you let Him be there for you?

~ Robin Gonzalez ~

WHEN MY HEART IS FREE

I want to sit with you
And listen to you speak
Words of beauty and truth
That make my spirit meek

You inspire and thrill my soul
Giving me courage and peace
You make my spirit whole
Bringing a sweet release

I want to hold you tight
And kiss your beautiful face
As I enter into the light
Of mercy, love, and grace

Sitting with you my friend
Enjoying this circle of love
My heart now free from sin
Singing to the stars above

~ Cole Houx ~
Texas

The following series of inspirational poems were written and submitted by Kenneth Boone.

ECOLOGY OF SOULS

Crystalline porcelain transparent eyes
Chandeliers swing from the tops of the skies
An atmosphere of auras
A refuge of realization
An ecology of souls
And seeds of elation
Jeweled basketballs suspended in bliss
Aim at a basket
And will never miss
A palette of prisms
Rooms with infinite walls
IV's of rainbows inject them all
Sin is clear here for only a moment
For here there is no fear
And nothing will own it
Each has a purpose
Each has a mission
A plan so grand that
Only one has the vision

Ian Moore
PA, USA

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

In The Blink Of An Eye
By the Heavenly Trumpets cry,
Christ will split the Eastern sky.
In The Blink Of An Eye
To gather believers who reply,
While to others a sad good bye.
In The Blink Of An Eye
Our waiting loved ones to see,
As our souls are set free.
In The Blink Of An Eye
Our possessions remain behind,
The evil spirits for to find
In The Blink Of An Eye
Those who doubted from afar,
Christ forever will He bar
In The Blink Of An Eye
Ask forgiveness for your sin,
And your soul forever mend.
In The Blink Of An Eye
God's grace stands ready for all,
Who by faith will freely call.
In The Blink Of An Eye
Looking forward to Heavens affair,
And the grand meeting in the air.
In The Blink Of An Eye.

I Corinthians 15:52 It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For when the trumpet sounds, those who have died will be raised to live forever. And we who are living will also be transformed.

~ Charles C Robey ~

ODDITY THESIS

Opened my eyes first glimpse a somber haze
Traversing a tangled, wooded maze.
Distant sun avoids gloom and transgress
Hiding behind my dreaded distress.
Distressed, as damsel, I await nautical day
Entering endless nights lost at bay.
Inner dreams of my heart rest chastised.
Shuddering, my eyes reveal revised.
Teach me, oh Lord, warmth of endless love
Indwelling trust from heaven above.
Yesterday has passed. Today is new
Substantiating all domain I knew.

Oasis arrived with morning rise
Thriving paired luminescence prize.
Dual differs the Morning Star and sun
Hitting horizon, but Star shines one.
Defense from dark returning again
Everlasting love and Holy Friend.
Innocence identifies my helpless stress
Shoving sinful nature outward press.
Thanksgiving and praise sings I, the maiden
Influencing my heart change—love laden.
Yellow beam brakes black, the Light has won
Saving always those who trust the Son.

Opaque blindness eliminates mist
Teaching either light or dark exist.
Deity now encompasses charm
Holding destiny without alarm.
Different, this love from all I knew
Entitling royalty renew.
Impeccability proves Son rules
Shining as King on the throne of jewels.
Thoughts pure, life whole and eternity,
Ignoring past, found gift modernity.
Yonder, I live peaceful in the Land
Singing praises forever in His hand.

Amanda Hutzelmann
Pennsylvania, United States

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Standing at the threshold
of Death's ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me...
As I've never experienced before.

Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.

Standing in God's throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.

Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.

Having been given my kingly reward,
in these times of everlasting days,
willfully I set my crown at His feet.
For upon my head, nothing gold can stay.

Joe Breunig

You can learn more about Joe and his poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

THE GLEANING JAR

Leviticus 23:22 "When you reap the harvest of your land, do not reap to the very edges of your field or gather the gleanings of your harvest. Leave them for the poor and the stranger. I am the LORD your God."

On a hilltop north of Derby
In a shack of good repair
Lived the widow Agnes Murphy
Quite alone and happy there

Every Sunday she would venture
To the church in Derby Square
Always sitting front row centre
To endure the people’s stare

For her features were not handsome
And her words she’d fairly shout
For alone upon the hilltop
Agnes’ hearing had gave out

So she heard the Word each Sunday
Though she rarely took it in
For the preacher was long winded
And the message rather thin

Then one Sunday Pastor Cleary
Told the story of Boaz
How he did not glean his harvest
He would leave the farther edge

And the message struck poor Agnes
Like a blade to pierce her heart
And she wept in lone conviction
For she had not done her part

Twasn’t grain that Cleary spoke of
Nor the wheat be what it seemed
Agnes figured that her pension
Was the harvest to be gleaned

All that night she lay a frettin’
And her thoughts tossed to and fro
For her pension was but little
And she loved her pleasures so

Come the morn it was decided
And she said a thankful prayer
She would glean her copper pennies
In a jar placed by the stair

For the stranger and the poor ones
She would save as best she could
Who they were, she had no answer
But she figured Jesus would

Day by day the jar was filling
Yet no stranger came to call
“Where’s the poor?” prayed widowed Agnes,
“I ain’t seen no poor at all!”

Then one day as she was walking
To the store to buy some tea
Sat some boys along the roadside
In a circle knee to knee

Passed among them was a cupcake
Take one bite and pass it on
And the pleasure on their faces
Lasted till the treat was gone

“Are ye poor?” ole Agnes hollered
And the boys gave quite a start
“Come with me. I’ll feed ye proper.”
And with that she did depart

Faces glum the boys did follow
Widowed Agnes up the hill
Since they must obey their elders
For it was their parents will

“I’m so scared!” said one wee laddie
As the tears began to leak
“Shut your mouth. Don’t be a baby!
Can’t you see she’s old and weak?”

In reluctance they did enter
Round her table, took a seat
Agnes reached within her cupboards
Spread before them every treat

There was butter, bread and honey
Biscuits fine and maple ham
Boiled eggs and round red apples
Creamy milk, a pot of jam

“Come back now” screamed widow Agnes
“And I’ll feed ye all agin.
Look at ye, yer fairly starving
Why your all just bones and skin.”

So the days passed for the widow
Every week the boys were fed
Gleaning coppers from her pension
To supply their weekly bread

Now the gleaning jar stood empty
“Do Ye want me nickels too?”
Cried the widow to her Maker
Though the answer she well knew

Soon the boys were boys no longer
They grew tall with strength and might
While poor Agnes seemed to shrivel
Eyesight dim and head of white

Then one day her boys came callin’
On a cold December noon
T’was no Agnes at the door frame
All lay quiet in the gloom

So the lads, they tiptoed inward
Anxious thoughts filled every head
As they crept into her chamber
Saw the widow on her bed

Though her ears had long forsake her
She could hear them softly cry
“There now boys, no need to worry
Don’t cha know we all must die?”

“Lean in closer. There’s me laddies
For I’ve something I must say
God is good. There’s no denying
And I’m glad He had His way.”

“I have given precious little
Yet His mercy has bestowed
Ye good lads who’ve been me comfort
I have reaped more than I sowed.”

On a hilltop north of Derby
By a shack in good repair
Lies the widow Agnes Murphy
Safe at rest in God’s own care

Roberta Prentice
Ontario, Canada

MY PETITION

Resurrect my flesh, oh Holy Ghost;
May only in You this heart of stone boast.
Draw me away from my indiscriminate pride;
I’ve tried living dead, Lord, make me alive.

Empty my mind of sinful inclinations;
Permit me instead to bring good tidings to the nations
For in a world held captive to terror and strife,
You came as a baby to bring sinful man life.

Deliver my soul from this horror and grief;
And whenever I fall please stand underneath.
Provide me escape from the pain of my loss;
And take me instead, Father, to your wonderful Cross.

Embolden my spirit, for no exaltation but Thine;
This world is so dark; make my light shine.
Give me the courage to be Your hands and Your feet;
To do Your hearts bidding ‘til that day when we meet.

May also you bring me great friends and good health.
But before all this,
Oh God.
Bring me Yourself.

The author did not want her name published. She stated that "This poem is for others, not for me."

SPRING DEVOTION

The hills are dimpled and dappled
With greys of winter,
Baby leaf greens,
Sparkling pinks,
Lacey whites and creams,
Fireworks of fuchsia,
Bushes bloating with bursts of yellow,
Pom-poms of peonies, tiny buds in endless minutia.

Flowers freckling yards and roadsides,
Daffodils and tulips,
Large, languid, lilies,
Butterflies tottering,
Mares with their fillies.
Crocus hail the start,
While melodic frogs and singing birds
Signal the quickening pulsation of Mother Nature's heart.

What was at rest is now resplendent,
What had left has now returned,
What seemed dead is now resurrected,
A kaleidoscope of sound, scent, and sights charmingly churned.

No other season could better reflect the story,
Of the rise from mute death by our Savior Jesus
To life everlasting and symphonic glory,
A resounding revelation to repeatedly please us.

Judith Kittredge
April 2006

THE CAPTAIN

On this voyage that is our life there will be times that bring us strife.
Rainy seasons of darkened clouds and stormy seas that billow loud.
Winds and waves engulf our boat until we barely stay afloat.
Silt and salt tear at our sail; with all our strength we try to bail.
In the dark we lose our way and this is when we think to pray.
A voice commands the raging sea; the winds and waves obey Him still
In the calm He beckons me to come to Him on bended knee.
I AM the Lord and I will use the parts of nature that I choose;
Captain of the boat you thought, but My will you never sought.
So I have brought you to this shore in order to reveal much more.
A chosen vessel you will be but Captain of your life is Me.

Maria Egilsson
Manitoba, Canada
www.thewoman2woman.com

I WROTE THIS POEM AFTER SEPTEMBER 11, 2001. Nan from Ohio

GOD'S COMFORT FOR HIS PEOPLE

When you fear the trouble in today's world,
Read Isaiah 40, you'll find comfort in God's word.
When you consider our nation's enemies
and tremble at what they may do,
Wait on the Lord, He'll deal with their evil, while
giving strength to you.
Who has measured the waters in the hallow of His hand
and who has measured heaven with a span?
It is He who sits in a circle above the earth,
All nations before Him have no worth.
He is sovereign over every nation,
He makes princes and judges useless,
For without Him, the world has no foundation.
Lift up your eyes on high,
He calls all earth's inhabitants by name,
By the greatness of His might.
The Lord God shall come with a strong hand,
He will gather with His arm His lambs,
And carry them in His bosom to the Promised Land!

Nan also has a Bible poem blog for your to visit at
www.foodforyourbodyandsoul.blogspot.com

WINTER DEVOTION

Quiet, peaceful quiet,
Snowflakes confused and falling,
Falling in every direction,
As they whirl with dancing inflection,
Finally alighting without a sound.

Grey upon endless grey,
Barren branches with no shadow,
Spread before a frosted sky.
Filmy sun like a cataract eye,
Diffusing frail eclipsed light all around.

Cold, enveloping cold,
Hot is noisy, buzzing, chirping,
Cold is quiet, stilling, chilling,
Lifeless fields awaiting tilling,
While seed is renewing under ground.

Winter, restful winter,
After seasons of long, tired days,
We land softly upon reflection,
Ask our Creator for new direction,
As weary spirits revive and rebound.

Judith Kittredge
February 12, 2006

LEGACY OF A SONGBIRD

The voice of a songbird he has given me, deep as a river that flows free. The heart of a lamb loving and true, imparting the courage of a lion when the adventure is through.

The role of a handmaiden, he has placed in me; dressed in a garment of fine linen as a hidden key. Woven together by listening to the song of His heart; expressed in the quiet in and through Him that I can impart.

The brilliance of a diamond, the softness of spring with a freedom of movement that strengthens ones wings.

Joanne Cain

This is a letter/Poem to the Lord. Not sure if others feel this way too, but it's from my heart and was written free hand. ~ Tanya Steward, Cambridge, MA

If I could just hear your voice things would be so much easier. All of my guessing would come to an end and I would then know exactly where my purpose begins. Not much to ask for one would probably say, but perhaps those are the very ones you speak to everyday. A whisper, a laugh or nudge in the night-- I would give anything to hear you say “there’s no secret to my delight”. Uphold my commands you say & stand humbly before me. Use caution to pray always and don’t forget to pray with fervency. In all thy ways acknowledge me by abiding in the Word of truth. Read it, meditate on it and never let it depart from you. I understand all of your instruction and appreciate every word you say, but how does one battle to do these things when flesh stands in the way. Fast and pray I have done and longer than I anticipated. However after all was said and done I am still not feeling completely liberated. Your voice is just as distant in addition to a renewed war in my mind. I wander to and fro to get a sense of what I didn’t do right this time. Did I not forgive as I should have or grieve you by some other sin? If I could only hear you voice to silence the battle being waged within.
 
It’s like torture not knowing if what is being thought about is coming from you or just a sick mind game being played by the enemy. My thoughts are no longer my own, so I stopped short of being confident in prayer. The nemesis of faith grips me daily to the point of grabbing hold of busyness to be reminded less of a life plagued by prayer incompetence. Life without you speaking? What a miserable state to be in!
If I could just hear your voice things would be so much easier. Do you hear me? I’m still listening.

Tanya Steward
Cambridge, MA

The following poem written by Brian Lenville is based on the disability of blindness, and how through eternal faith and unswerving loyalty to our Lord, he was able to regain the gift of sight. It won poem of the week at the Cramlington poetry society which he attends.

WEEPING EYE

I have lived without the gift of sight, my troubled days have seen no light.

For I only had one eye to see, but this did not remain to be.

An accident robbed me of this sense, leaving me alone and tense.

An embrace of our faithful Lord resulted in an epiphany.

I held the door, whilst our Lord held the key.

He came into my eye. He came upon my body.

My face streamed with tears of gold from his power.

For he had blessed me with his golden shower.

A wish to see light again had become a prayer for me, before I said goodbye.

Until on one bright dawn a huge shaft appeared, and brought tears to my weeping eye.

Now I could witness the Holy Father in all his morning glory.

And you and I can now share my story

Brian Lenville, Britain

JOSEPH BEFORE THE DREAM ~ Matthew 1:18-19

Two months she says, two months with child is she
I don’t know who the Father is, but I know that it’s not me
I wanted so to marry her To have her by my side
But now I want to move away, just move away and hide

She said that Gods Angel made her pregnant with a word
And that the child that she is carrying is the Saviour of the World
I want so to believe her but I just cannot take it in
I feel that’s she’s betrayed me, with someone else she’s been,

Lord God you know I love her, but her stories so absurd
Your Angel appearing to her, it just does not make sense
She said that she had agreed to bear the child,
That would set the people free,
where in all this My God, where does all this leave me?

Shall I leave her to it and let her bare the shame.
Just walk away from Mary and let her take the blame
You are my God and I love you through and through
O God you spoke to Abraham just show me what to do.

George Knowles
Nottingham, England

Here are three poems written by Rod Ferbrache. He has a good looking website of poems, thoughts, ramblings and stunning pictures at www.rodferbrache.com.

THE CLEMATIS AND THE OAK

The Gardner stood with his hand outstretched, and in it held a seed
A closer look revealed to me it wasn't any weed
For in his grasp I clearly saw an acorn small and round
I wondered for a moment the reason why he found -
The need to have this item so common, so well known
But he said to me, you wait and see, until it's fully grown

Into the ground the acorn went, t'was tended with such care
Yet what seemed to me like endless months the soil remained so bare
But then one day I saw a shoot emerge above the soil
The Gardner too had noticed it, but never ceased to toil
He weeded, feeded, kept an eye on what was now an oak
The ground around was kept so clean, this seedling mustn't choke

And then he stretched his hand again; I leant forward so I could see
The tiny seed inside his grasp was as small as small could be
He told me this was a special seed that needed extra care
It couldn't go in open ground that now was cold and bare
It went inside the glasshouse where conditions were just right
The Gardner gave it water, and gave it heat and light

It too began to germinate into a plant so fair
Eventually it too was placed outside in the fresh air
The years went by unnoticed, the oak and plant did well
The tree grew tall and handsome, the clematis, a beautiful smell
But something happened gradually, that no one seemed to see
The plant and tree grew bit by bit until it came to be
The plant reached out and grasped the oak and both grew up together
They soon became inseparable, that no matter what the weather -
The oak gave to the plant support and strength and protective cover
The plant brought scent and beauty as they entwined each other

I met the Gardner recently; we spoke of this and that
It didn't take so very long before we began to chat -
About the tree before us, and the beauty of the shrub
I pointed out those two were one, and what an awful job -
That we would have to separate the two now joined together
He said that wasn't in the plan, and had I thought that whether -
When he had planted both those seeds he had upon his mind
That if he grew them close enough together they would bind

You see we meet today together not because of chance
It's not a coincidence that tonight Kate and Wynter will dance -
Together as husband and wife, that two become as one
The Gardner planned it years ago, today it has been done
God brought you both together, a woman and a man
We are not here by accident; it's all part of His plan

Marriage brings so many strengths; there are challenges with it too
But as you start this step together there's one thing you must do
And that is like our story of the oak tree and the flower
If you hold each other tightly you will have such power
Let God who brought you both together, who tended plants and earth -
Give you both a marriage that you agree is worth -
More than any money, than any life apart
I urge you both that every day you give your life, your heart -
To one another, may you be ever true
Start and end each day together, with the words "I love you".

Rod Ferbrache
Channel Islands, UK


THE EVENINGS ARE DRAWING IN

I love the start of summer
With days that are long and hot.
The memory of winter's cold
Is something almost forgot?
For in those dark short days
We can feel so low and restricted,
Then spring comes round the corner
And our spirits feel so lifted.

The energy we feel within
Seems like the sap, to rise.
I do enjoy those daylight hours
Plus the sun high in the sky.
There's time to do the gardening
When coming home from work,
Or on the bike for a quick ride,
No hint of winter murk.

We're woken in the mornings
By the sound of singing birds.
They sing their very hearts out
Determined to be heard.
Everywhere there's colour
No matter where you look.
It's as if God used every shade there was
In His painting book.

The month of May has more treats
Than all the months before.
All around the island
There's migrant birds galore.
Each sporting brand new feathers
Their mate they must impress.
Then butterflies come on the scene
They too in fancy dress.

All of this continues
At such a frantic pace,
It's as if a clock is ticking
And all are in a race.
For so they are, it's true to say
That as each day comes and goes
The urgency grows greater
As the daylight hours grows.

It's well known in my family
Come June just what I'll say
Because it happens every year
Following the longest day.
It's fact, there's no denying it,
Yet there's a knowing grin-
When I come out with my annual phrase,
"The evenings are drawing in".

"The evenings are drawing in",
With a feeling that starts to sink.
But as I do, a little voice says
Something that makes me think.
I'm reminded of a time to come
When the sun will forever shine
No dark and dismal winter days
Or passing years and time.

I will no longer be able to say
"The evenings are drawing in".
You will however see me
With a massive infectious grin.
No cloud, or rain, no wind or snow.
Just endless sunny days
Will be my portion evermore,
To sing my Redeemers praise!

Rod Ferbrache
Channel Islands, UK


WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS CHURCH?

A question slipped into my mind,
They often do these days,
Of all the people in our church
Who walk in different ways,
We've young and old, thin, fat and tall,
They vary quite a bit,
But generally are all the same,
No matter where they sit,

Respectable and dignified,
Middle class, well spoken too,
We all have cars, and lovely homes,
And rather well to do.
Life for most is comfortable,
With food and drink a-plenty,
We never know of what it's like
To sleep outside, cold - empty!

We don't look out of prison
With windows barred and bleak,
Where liberty is taken from us
With a visit once a week.
No urge to steal for drugs or drink
To get us through the day,
No selling of our bodies
Not with strangers do we lay.

So I got to think
if Jesus had a church
Who would He have in it?
For which people would He search?
Because as I look at Scripture,
And see the folk He found,
They were not the sort of people
We would like around.

Isolated lepers,
With sores that smelt and wept,
Tax fiddlers, enemy soldiers,
Were the company He kept,
Rough and rugged fishermen,
Women of the night,
These were the sort of people,
We see His heart delight.

So when I ask the question
Who would be in Jesus' church?
The answer that returns to me
Makes my own heart lurch.
For it would not necessarily be
The people here today,
But the ones the world has
Turned its back on,
Are the ones who stay away.

The reason that they stay away,
Is often plain to see,
They simply don't feel good enough,
To mix with the likes of me.
There's a feeling of unworthiness
That can keep them from this place,
Their shame and degradation,
Isolation and disgrace.

Yet Jesus always had the time,
In fact He sought them out,
Never did He turn away
Never did He doubt
That in the schemes of glory
There would be a place
For the dirty, down and out,
He made for them a space.

So as we go to church each week,
And fill the same old seat,
If we see a stranger,
Let's stand and go to greet
Those people Jesus sends us,
Let's make them feel at home,
It was always His intention
This should be their home.

Rod Ferbrache
Channel Islands, UK

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My name is Joshua Takahashi. Here is a poem that describes a certain view on Christian living that we rarely see.

THROUGH GLASS

I peer through the window at the young and the old;
They eat and they drink as I stand in the cold.
I see them through the window but they are unaware,
That I stand here alone and no company I share.

Why have you forgotten me?
I’ve given you what you eat!
I’ve blessed you and clothed you,
It is I, your friend you cheat!
You sit by the fire while I stand in the night;
You bless me with your tongue,
But your heart is full of spite!

I’ve washed you clean from head to toe,
But you have forgotten and think me a foe!
The tears off my cheek fall down to the ground;
While the anguish and sorrow of betrayal compound.
Yet in my remembrance is patience unyielding;
For you are my children in need of my shielding.

You once adored me and gave me a place;
I enjoyed your presence you enjoyed my grace.
We laughed and played and often sang;
As the pain and sorrow no longer rang.
No better time could ever there be;
For with peace unspeakable I set you free.

To forget such a liberty and give place to sin;
To finish with holiness and wickedness begin;
You have sent your friend to be out of sight;
So you could revel in evil and return to your plight.

Anger and rage rise up in my throat;
Revenge and jealousy I wear as a coat;
With a word from my mouth I could darken your sky;
I could close my ears and make deaf your cry.
In an instant I could take the strength of your life;
And put there instead warfare and strife.
I hold the key to the joy of your heart;
And I have the power to make it depart.
All the good you have is owing to me;
If I held back my love you would no longer be.
Your dependence on me is complete and entire;
You are week and you fall when to me you aspire,
But there is still one thing to you from above;
My promise to be with you, and my unexhausted love.

For though you forget me and send me outside;
You are my children and you will I chide.
You are mine and have been purchased by me;
I will protect you and make you to see;
That I am your hope your one true desire;
To help you and lift you from your own foolish mire.
One day you will see – one day you will know;
How much you need – how much you owe.

But as indulgence and pleasures and luxuries amass,
Our friendship is reduced to looking through glass.

Joshua Takahashi
Missouri

Here are two poems written by Yvonne Osborne from England to share to the Lord's Glory. She also has a poem in memory to her mother which you can read on our Memoriam page.

He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind. He makes winds his messengers, flames of fire his servants. Psalm 104 vs 3,4

WHERE THE SILK WIND BLOWS

I stood in the corn where the silk wind blows
Caressing its sway like gossamer thread,
The old stone church with its spire and tower,
Stood on the hill where the wild things flower
Under the trees that dapple and spread.

In a fathomless sky the evening sun
Tinged with flame where the sky-lark wings,
To glint on flint and the silvery plough,
Where the brown earth turned on a distant brow,
And a blackbird brightly sings.

Lifting the scents of the well worn path,
Strewn where the ripe corn spread its seeds,
A thousand poppies by the grassy edge,
White meadowsweet, sage and sedge,
By straight spired ranks of river reeds

I stood in the corn where the silk wind blows,
Where whispers of angels rise and fall
From my lonely soul to the far off ground,
And heard on the winds of sacred sound,
“Fear not, for I love you best of all.”

Yvonne Osborne
Surrey, England.


Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me-- a prayer to the God of my life. Psalm 42 vs 7,8

DEEP CALLETH UNTO DEEP

Scattered far in blue and gold,
In softly shades and deeper hue,
The dancing lilies of the field
Cry out in joyous praise anew.

A ragged path beside the streams,
And wings above in dipping flight,
Lead through Nature’s glorious themes
And hover o’er the waters bright.

Amidst the oceans giant roar,
All creatures rise and fall and leap,
From heavens plain to ocean floor,
As deep calleth unto deep.

My Lord and Saviour and my King,
I stand on Holy ground by Grace,
My wounded spirit here I bring
And weeping look to seek your face.

You are the Author of my life,
What mercy can I know but thine,
Within an evil world of strife
I am yours and You are mine.

What depths of Love are entered here,
Upon this solid Holy ground,
You draw my broken spirit near
And hold me fast, thine arms around.

So tenderly you touch my face
And draw me to that sacred breast,
And within that strong embrace
Gently bid me come to rest.

I love thee Lord and praise the name,
The name of Jesus wrought above,
Of He who paid the price of shame
And drew me to this place called Love.

I hear the sounds of field and shore
As now you hold me fast in sleep,
And none but Thee could love us more,
As deep calleth unto deep.

Yvonne Osborne
Surrey, England

A MINISTER'S PRAYER

Listen to my prayer O Lord hear my humble plea - my heart and mind are weary from people needing me

I know You want me to be sunshine in the rain - but just who can I talk to when my heart is filled with pain

Please don't get me wrong O Lord, I long to do your will - but there are times I just need to listen and be still

Sometimes I need to go away where no one is around - a place where only you can speak like to Moses on Holy ground

Then after you have spoken and I'm feeling ten feet tall - please give me strength to minister for I know this is my call - Amen

~ Joye Atkinson ~

LEAP OF FAITH

It took a leap of faith.
For me to see.
The Lord was waiting patiently.
But...my hard head took trials.
My heart would pound sweat would roll.
The Lord was working, It took a toll.
He brought me straight to my knees.
I was asking, praying, Lord, please.
Everything I needed was before my eyes.
The scripture never tells me lies.
The only thing he wanted, I knew from the start,
...Was praying hands and my whole heart.
A leap of faith I took that day.
I hit my knees and began to pray.
"Lord, take anything that would hinder my walk."
He whispered softly, "I already have it."

~ Jason Kirk Bartley ~

JESUS AND A WIFE...

Its hard to quite understand.
Words that someone might state.
When they're filled with such anger and hate.
We try to let our ears not hear,
But somehow our heart finds a way to interfere.
And when this happens love beware.
Cause your heart will begin to tear.
Your body shuts down and your mind cannot think.
And on your cheeks your tears will sink.
Gasping for breath as the hurt takes place.
Starting to wish it would all erase.
Looking at them wondering why,
Such a big part of your life would want you to cry.
But on their face you see a blank stare.
Their eyes are dark and not a trace that they care.
The words are harsh and nothing you deserve.
Just yesterday you were kissing, but today you were thrown a curve.
How can you love someone so confusing?
How can your heart take such bruising?
Why do you wipe your eyes and move on?
What is in you that longs to be strong?
And then she gulped her pain down.
And the frown on her face turned around.
In a breath she simply said.
Did Jesus not die, with a crown on his head?
Sacrificed his life for the words that YOU said.
Beaten and tortured just for your life.
Lives that were corrupt and caused great strife.
Did he not forgive the things you did.
Or the repetitive sins you would commit.
So why wouldn't I want to love like that.
Jesus felt what I felt in more ways than that.
Who am I not to forgive?
Who am I to choose how to live?
Whether on the cross or with a spouse.
In the streets or in my house.
Jesus died so we could live an eternal life much better than this.
So, Why would I waste my thought in this pain?
when I know there is a rainbow at the end of this rain.
I forgive in my heart and so in yours.
And when I did that, God opened more doors.
I am happy today more then yesterday.
God taught me everything I need to know.
That sacrifice and hurt will only make you grow.
A wife is pure in her hurt with this.
That with Jesus you are able to forgive.
Love is patient and love is kind.
In my heart this you will find.

~ Tabatha Carlisle ~

Here are three great poems written by Timothy W. Tabada.

YOU AND ME

I am so unable and I am vain it's true,
But I know You'll able to carry me through.
You're the Great Creator, You're the Holy One
I believe Your favor, Grace and One True Son.

I'm a shameful sinner, works I cannot offer,
You're the faithful Healer, Life in You's forever.
Deceit and Pride in my heart reside,
But Tenderness and Humility, You always abide!

I have always wandered with worldly greed.
Jesus is the Way and that's all I should need.
Abundant is Your Hope, yet others die on rope!
Overflowing is Your Mercy, but others are still thirsty!

What's the difference between YOU and me?
Is it because the letters of the word are three?
What's the difference between YOU and me?
Is it because of Your Sovereign Deity?

YOU are LOVE and I am loved.
YOU'RE the LAMB, I'm the damned.
YOU DIED for me, I look up to Thee.
YOU carried that TREE, just to set me free.

Timothy W. Tabada


HOW GOOD, HOW BETTER AND HOW BEST

Oh how good it is when it's God's Love we feel,
Oh how better, when we walk according to His will,
Oh the best, when we will be with Him for real.

Oh how good it is when we read the Bible day by day,
Oh how better, when we act about and not just say,
Oh the best, 'cause in His Word, Jesus is the way.

Oh how good it is when we pray fervently,
Oh how better, cause He'll answer faithfully,
Oh the best, when we do it wholeheartedly.

Oh how good it is, when answers aren't enough, He is there,
Oh how better, for in circumstances He will always care,
Oh the best, 'cause even in great failures He will bear.

Oh how good it is when the moon is bright at night,
Oh how better, if our burden's been made light,
Oh the best, when were reconciled from a fight.

Oh how good it is when we have been thankful,
Oh how better, when were contented and delightful,
Oh the best, when we look up to Him and be grateful.

Oh how good it is when we have the talent and ability,
Oh how better, if we would say "I'll use these, for THEE"
Oh the best, if were humble, and give Him All Glory.

Oh how good it is to acknowledge God in our life.
Oh how better to give our full trust to Christ.
Oh the best, if with our life, God is glorified!

Timothy W. Tabada


DO YOU KNOW HIM?

Do you know who holds your tomorrow?
If comes pain and grief and much sorrow?
Do you know someone who'll fill up that hollow?
If your boat is sinking, who will row?

Will you make up your mind today?
To know the One and Only Way?
He has paid your sins, so what can you say?
In His loving bosom, you can lay.

Oh I know, yes I know Jesus holds my tomorrow,
If comes pain and grief and much sorrow.
Oh I know, yes I know He'll fill up this hollow,
If my boat is sinking, He will row.

Do you know someone who'll be there?
To guide and nurture like a father's care?
Do you know someone who could count your hair?
Who knows no greed, who will always share?

Have you made up your mind already?
If your answer's "yes", then you should be ready.
Don't think twice, never say "maybe".
Just trust Him completely, He'll set you free.

Oh I know, yes I know Jesus will be there,
To guide and nurture, ti's my Father's care.
Oh I know, yes I know He could count my hair.
He knows no greed, He will always share.
Jesus Loves me, no one can compare!

Timothy W. Tabada

Mold Me

God, I come before you a spiritual mess,
what's ahead for me I cannot guess.
I put my faith in you to mold me,
to open my ears to hear and eyes to see...
All the blessings that can be mine,
when I live for you and your love Devine.

Tammy Wood
Florida

REMEMBRANCE

In a world so incomplete
There’s a miraculous feat
We show who we really are
When we try to make some sense
Of a world that is so tense
Looking for answers on earth
Trying to prove our own worth
Instead of looking above
For answers given in love
Demonstrated by the cross
And everything that it caused
The days of old long forgot
The price at which we were bought
Not by any coins of gold
But by blood whose worth’s untold
And the loving sacrifice
That was used to pay the price
With the piercing of the lance
We received another chance
So we may spread his story
And give God all the glory

Timothy Bowers, Ontario

WHAT IT TAKES

It takes one itch to ensure a scratch.

It takes but a spark to light that fire.

It takes only a thought to finally act.

It takes but a word to make a speech.

It takes but a kiss to make love.

One cry to bring your mother

One pause to hear the silence

One debate to start a fight

One candle to make it light

His death to make it right.

~ Erica J. Smith ~

THE THOUSAND YEARS 
 
Oh to write a thousand years
for you whom washed away the tears
of those who rose above the land
and watched them drown the wicked man,
 
who chose to soil the soil this way
for every drop the righteous paid
and so they pay this very way,
 
the day the Son of man reclaimed
the saints that suffered for his name.
 
Oh to write a thousand years
of night turned day and richer years
as sunlight passes to true light
to learn and grow in paradise,
 
no memory...of death and fear, of hate and war
as fog would clear...and lift us all from all restraints,
for this I would write every day.
 
So long as I not drown in tears
would I weep to write a thousand years. 
 
~ Malcolm Ian Hodge ~

I was a Muslim who recently accepted Christ as my Lord and Saviour. This poem came to me as if it were someone else typing the words for me.

THE MESSAGE

As all live on
Forgiveness to some
a woman feels none
a man has not a son

a moment of silence
seeking hope with despair
in this life, what its become

warn the life
with truth I write
that day is near
and your journey is clear

how hard you will cry
when all the land becomes dry
and the people pant and sigh
for peace and evil are mixed to try

and then the sky fills with light
When the earth has sight
then people will be tried
and the good will have right

In the father's name we command
and in the sons name we love
and with the holy spirit we live

Sometimes I feel defeated; unneeded, unheeded,
I can take this life or leave it,
I think thoughts of solitude, like I’m one of a kind,
Nobody understands my mind.
I fly without wings and cry without tears,
I live with great fears and misunderstood by love ones and peers.
My fire is cold, I feel bone weary and old,
Please God lighten my load.
I have the audacity to ask, because I know you can do all tasks
I’m blessed and I have overcome the demons of the past.
But my purpose is missing and nobody but you will listen
Can I provide happiness for others, because of love?
But I starve at the feast of happiness; I only have joy from above.
I’m empty, yet full, I’m smart but because of my nature I have no pull
I’m looked at as someone that’s easily outsmarted and taken lightly
I’m the prey for the wicked and the mighty
I offer you my service, train me, let us become we
I beg for direction on bended knee.

~ Sean Jones ~
Florida

GOD IS GREAT

Each day is special I live it all that way.
Another chance to do better.
Another chance to pray.

Some days I go through, they seem a little rough.
I’m glad they’re out numbered by the good ones.
I make it because of JESUS and not because I’m tough

I think of all the many things that CHRIST created for me.
My family and my neighbors.
The people that I see.

Each day brings the beauty with all its natural sounds.
Its GOD’S little Critters.
Both in the air and on the ground.

I look out my window and see the melting snow.
Spring time is around the corner.
Everything will began to grow.

GOD is in my heart.
This I truly Feel.
Because of his great love we will never be apart.

I’ve made many mistakes along my earthly path.
But JESUS has always been near by.
He has keep me in his grasp.

~ Raymond Carey ~
Texas

HEAVEN RULES
Daniel 4

A great man once dreamt himself a tree
High and mighty, the whole earth could see.

Fair leaves and fruit, enough for all
But to his horror the tree did fall.

Down to the ground and lower still
Stripped bare of glory and made to feel

The dew of heaven upon his skin
The great tree had become the lowest of men.

Seven years alone in the field
Eating like cows, could he be healed

From the heavy hand that God did bring
Upon this proud and arrogant King?

Until he learned that Heaven rules all
Only then would God reverse his fall.

So walk in pride and be brought low
Until His reign you come to know.

For none can resist God’s mighty hand
None can rightly question His plan.

Learn this now before it’s too late
Or lower than grass will be your fate.

Pastor Chris McKnight, Texas

FORGIVEN AT LAST

Forgiven at last, praise God I am free
of long lasting sins that have binded me
I gave them to Him on bended knee,
and He erased them eternally.

He entered into my tattered soul.
and made it beautiful and completely whole
I'll thank Him and praise him till He comes for me
and then go with Him forever free.

Melinda Dean ©2008

GOING HOME

When I think of going home glorious visions come to mind,
The thought of loved ones gone before, precious ones to find.
In my heart these visions come, the faces of those so dear
Those who taught me right from wrong, those I hold so near.

My mind goes back to bygone days when all the family got together.
Those special holidays of yore, no matter what the weather.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter were times of family feasts,
Aunts, uncles and cousins by the dozens celebrating our grateful peace.

Then in my thoughts of going home my visions grow much wider
I think of all who know the Lord who is the great provider.
I’ll meet with all who gone before like Peter, James, John and Paul
Men and women who love the Lord: Moses, Elijah, Abraham and all.

I’ll meet them all and hear them tell the story of God’s great salvation
To see their love for God above and celebrate his creation.
But most of all I long to see the face of Him who died for me
The one who long ago, in pain, gave His life upon a tree.

As I approach the gate of Heaven I’ll see the Savior standing there
With out stretched arms he will bid me come into His loving care.
There to spend eternity singing praises ‘round his glorious throne,
Through all the ages yet to come to live in that immortal home.

~ Richard Hosea ~

GOD’S LOVE!

Into the woods I walked ALONE.
But I never felt so.
Into the world of strangers I walked ALONE.
But I never felt so.
Through the streets of darkness I walked ALONE.
But I never felt so.
Now, I came to know GOD’S love and the biggest TRUTH
That he has never left me ALONE!

Brijit Auxsheelia

A SIMPLE WOMAN

I am a simple woman
But come from royal blood
My family escaped from exile
Led by a cloud above

Although I might seem shallow
I’m usually deep in thought
Curious about my Maker
And the battles He has fought

I am a simple woman
Yet moulded from His hands
Chosen to walk from exile
Into the Promised Land

Although I appear unworthy
His grace will cover me
While walking through the desert
Towards my destiny

I am a simple woman
And live a simple life
Not craving wealth and riches
But a world with no more strife

Although this all seems hopeless
A faith runs deep within
For the One I am in search of
Is carrying all my sin

I am a simple woman
But come from royal blood
Some held the hands of Jesus
Some heard His words of love

Although I cannot see Him
A key was left for me
To open my inheritance
Heavenly room prepared for me!

~ Lois Macdonald ~


DOVE SONG

Make me as pure as a gentle dove
representing love and peace
with an olive branch from long ago
softly cooing words so sweet.

Let me soar to Your mountain tops
like the mighty eagle dares
not a worry of what lays ahead
trusting daily for his fare.

Make me pure
Make me pure
Make me pure
as the dove
while the eagle soars
round the mountain tops
always praising
GOD above.

As the lonely sparrow builds her nest
near Your altar Lord most High
blessed are those who dwell near You
flying safely in Your skies.

So now join the flight
of God's chorus
as they praise Him
in the skies
from the first of
HIS creation
perfect witnesses
of God's love.

Last the graceful swan sounds her bugle call
as she glides upon the lake
all who watch her sense that God is near
stand in awe of what He makes.

So now join the flight
of God's chorus
as they praise Him
in the skies
from the first of
His creation
perfect witnesses
of God's love!

~ Lois Macdonald ~

AT THE FOOT OF ZION

How awesome is our God ; how marvellous His ways!
Mighty are His words and wondrous all His deeds:
Countless ages through faithful as He stays,
Sovereign though He is, the faintest cries He heeds.

High and lifted up is His glorious throne;
Roaring waters fade before His thunderous voice;
Kings and princes fall as His glory is shone
Ceaseless music flows , all of heaven’s choice.

Lightning bright and strong; rumblings all around
Trembling angels cry, as the elders fall;
Holy, holy, holy; shouts of praise abound,
As heaven says amen to the solemn Worship call.

But the saints feast, on His visage sweet;
Drunk with Spirit they, in His bosom dwell:
Neither do they stare, at pearls and a golden street ,
Nor the precious stones, all set so well.

There’s a place of rest, hidden from the rest
Where His precious saints in ecstasy sit still:
Endless flow the streams all around and blest,
Holy and sublime is the Zion’s hill.

Dr. C. K. Sunny, India

THE TIME WILL COME

You're at a high
Sometimes a low
And when it's time to say goodbye
Your life seems to go by so slow
One day they're here
the next they're gone
But it's okay to shed a tear
At times you feel like you're alone
It feels like reunion is so far gone
And when that time comes to face your fear
It'll be the moment when you will hear
Well done my good and faithful servant
and your loved ones will run into your arms
and at last the reunion is finally here!

~ Destinie Verret ~

Here is another poem written by Destinie:

THE COMMANDED PATH

Down the path of life I walk
As myself and Jesus talk
Until I come down to the end
And turn around the crooked bend
But as I stare down at the ground
There comes two paths
with no way around
Right then I hear his words softly spoken
My senseless self I cannot be
"Follow me and You'll be free"
When He heard my desperate plea
His spirit rose up inside of me
For He's the one that lights my path
And keeps me from the enemy's wrath
I knew right then that I should make
The decision of which path to take
And as I listen through the air
I hear him say "Follow me, I care"
And that command I do not question
I simply take His kind suggestion
I look right past the optional rebellion
And take the path through Him I've chosen
The choice I made kept me from dreading
And made me say, "This Changes Everything".

~ Destinie Verret ~

Please accept my poem for your Christian site. It is from the heart!

FAR FROM YOU

When I was far away from You
The world enthralled! It drew and drew!
I saw not, heard not, found no peace,
To soothe my heart nor pounding cease.
I ran from this, to that instead,
Never to rest as I fled and fled,
I thought that this was life in bold
And so it was I ne-er was told.

My life was weak and almost went,
Time was slow and then was spent.
I passed into the timeless zone.
No thing there, was on my own.
I waited, lost and empty too,
I knew not me, I knew not You.
When all at once, I was thrust forth
Now going South, from facing North!

Oh what joy I’m here, anew!
This is Life! This is true!
I gather strength and slowly climb,
Two rungs up, down one, I find!
I met myself when going down,
I felt! I saw! No need to frown!
I passed on by, to travel on…
My Friend is there! He is not gone!

I hunted down my every thought
I traced it back where it was caught,
I faced again the life I’d lead
Cut right thru, ‘til each was dead.
When I was not, You came! You were!
Thru the clouds a ray of care!
I felt Your light, then You were gone!
I peered again but there was none.

So on I went, right thru the web
Of tangled memories and dread,
From no, to yes, and yes, to no,
A fearful dream! It was to go!
And when I finally gave in
Surrendered me to what I’d been,
We saw each Other bright and clear
No time or space for thought and fear!

Janet Honour Hedgecock
North Wales, UK

HOPE

I hope as I get older I'll be careful about what I say.
Please help me LORD not to offend someone today.

I pray I won't say anything that might hurt the feelings of my family or my friends.
I've made a lot of mistakes when I was younger. I hope I do better in the end.

I'm thankful for JESUS shedding his precious blood upon that cross.
Thankful for his love that keeps me from being lost.

I don't want to be mad at anyone or even hold a grudge.
Someone else is coming HE will be the judge.

Sometimes when we get older, we like to gripe a lot.
Please help me to always be thankful for what I've got.

I'm thankful for each day the LORD gives me to see.
The beauty of all his creations that he made for me.

I see the world changing.
It doesn't seem to be the same.
I hope the younger generation don't forget his name.

The best advice I can give to help them through the day.
Open up your heart to JESUS and take the time to pray.

Raymond Carey, Texas

GOING HOME

Now my time has come,
From the sting of death, I cannot run.
I lived a long and fulfilling life,
Some of it good, some filled with strife.

As with all I did some good and some bad things,
Prayed to God for forgiveness to bring.
I surrendered my life accepting free salvation,
From that point I felt jubilation.

Now approaching my very end,
I cannot help but testify to my friends.
I tell of God's goodness the thing he has done,
How in my heart I know the race I have won.

I begin to ramble about the dead love one's I see,
How with out stretched hands they are coming to meet me.
I still pray to God let them usher me in,
Please Dear Lord forgive me of my sins.

So goodbye to you all please do not weep,
For in my grave I shall only sleep.
For when the great trumpet sounds,
My spirit, my soul shall leave the ground

I will with the others rise up high
To meet the Lord in the sky.

~ F. Wells ~

SATAN'S WISH

Satan's wish is to get Gods chosen ones in his claws
His angels work overtime and without a pause
To get every single soul to do his will
Be very careful his flock is never still.

Satan's wish is to be the winner of every soul
Watch out and listen for he's always on patrol
Be always on guard, so he wouldn't win
Then someday you will lodge in the Heavenly inn.

Satan's wish was to get Jesus out of his way
He tries to persuade Jesus to do what he says
He tempted him three times, but he didn't succeed
Then he left in a hurry with a jealousy speed.

Satan thought his wish was granted and complete
When Jesus died on the cross, he was happy as can be
He celebrated in Hell that day, but was in for a surprise
When Jesus came down and rescued his own, from that bitter life!

Satan's wish is to catch everyone in his hole
He attempts to capture every person soul
Satan wish that every soul, will be his, to have and to hold
When Jesus rose, he knew that it was out of his control.

~ Rosalene Wurtz ~

GOD'S MIRACLE

A Seed Is Planted Under Dampened Sod
A Gardener Tends It Well With Rake And Hoe
Yet Only By The Grace And Love Of God
Will That One See Push Through The Earth And Grow

Still Other Seeds Are Planted In The Earth
By Farmers Who Must Carefully Reap And Sow
Yet Only By God's Will (Not By Man's Worth!)
Will Those Seeds Finally Pierce The Earth And Grow

Yes, Man May Make Life Easy For Those Seeds
(Machines Can Plow The Fertile Ground, You Know)
Can Even Ease The Soil And Pluck Out Weeds
Yet By Themselves They Can't Make One Seed Grow!

For Seeds Will Grow Despite Man's Toil Or Pain
Despite Machines--Without The Rake Or Hoe
'Cause GOD HIMSELF Has Placed Within Each Grain
The Power And The Need For It To Grow

A Farmer With Self-Pride Now "Reaps The Fruits"
But Will This Farmer Ever Really Know
That God Himself Was Hiding At His Roots
To Make Each Seed Unfurl Itself And Grow

Though Modern Tractors Plow The Fertile Ground
Until The Fields Do Rich In Harvest Show
I'm Sure That In The End It Will Be Found:
THE LORD DID MAKE THE HARVEST RISE AND GROW!


~ Al Fogel ~

MY WALK WITH GOD

Read for Family & Friends to the Tempo of “Twas the Night Before Christmas”

God woke me so early -- He took hold of my hand,
He said “Come walk with me and survey My land”
Then He suddenly stopped as if looking for Words,
Glanced up to the trees and enjoyed the birds
He smiled as they chirped, how they sang a long tune,
The Angels hummed with them, as the sun replaced moon
God peered at the Heavens then spotted a cloud,
He watched as it hung there -- He looked awfully proud
Together we sat, without uttering a sound,
Content with the moment, nature’s beauty abound
Then all of the sudden, the silence He broke,
I watched His emotions and the Words that He spoke
He asked if I ever just looked at His stars,
Small planets, formations, all distant and far
And why all His children are looking for reasons,
For planets, for bugs, why, even for seasons
Science takes far too long to see what is true,
By the Words that I spoke, I made all, even you
They can’t figure out, but with My holy voice,
The rains will come quickly, and the wind has no choice
In just one of My hands, I capture a small little breeze,
Or silence the thunder and the waves in the seas
Man studies an earthquake and examines the shore,
But ignores all My children, turns his back on the poor
Nature’s song is a melody and My stars they do glisten,
I send all these gifts, but no one stops just to listen
Then He told many stories, as He tried to explain,
Why He visits today, and the source of His pain
He told me of Noah and of the great flood,
Then of His Son Jesus, and His innocent blood
He reminded of times in all the stories I’d read,
When His children earned freedom, from wars that God lead
Then He suddenly paused, while He pondered Creation,
Then actually asked of the state of our Nation
I said when you suffer injustice in your God-given rights,
You take up your armor and prepare for the fight
He asked if I thought of His Children at War,
Did they fight for our rights – or to even the score?
He explained war has purpose, those you love you protect,
You go with a mission– the battle swift and direct
But when the battle is fought and the victory is won,
In a very short timeline, the war is over and done
God’s heart seemed to hurt for the blood that’s been shed,
And the cries He hears daily for the missing & dead
What makes this so painful is that pride has a cost,
The freedoms we save versus the children we lost
Then the mood once more shifted as God picked up my hand,
He said I’m concerned for much more than this land
He told of the days while He formed all Creation,
Then sin entered in, and spread through the Nation
God’s goal was to give a paradise in which to live,
But instead at the Cross, His Son He must give
Jesus gave his life freely, with great mercy and grace,
The result of his pain, I could see in God’s face
Now I watch from the Heavens, all run a fast pace,
As if for great glory or to win a big race
God took no big rush in creating this earth,
He realized the value and immeasurable worth
We take it for granted, as He patiently waits,
We demand all His mercy, while we continually hate
Then God whispered so quietly, right next to my ear,
“Are you loving humanity – are you bringing good cheer?”
Next, He asked if I’m happy of what has become of my life,
Jobs, friends, and family – I’ve been a mother and wife
Strangely I found myself speechless and searching my heart,
Did He mean my good deeds, or the things I should start?
Before sitting with God, Good things I could tell,
But, I realized that moment, He should send me to Hell
He smiled as if responding to how sad I’d become,
I’d forgot in an instant that the victory is won
God placed right beside me a very small gift,
He nodded to take it but its weight would not lift
I asked what’s within, that carried such weight,
It’s My gift from mankind, all their sins and their hate
I wondered what victory we thought we had won,
The rat race continues, even though it’s not fun
One more gift was given—He placed a huge box next to me,
Upon it my name, this gift I must see
I realized that moment, inside was His heart,
Then He said “my dear daughter, this is where you must start.”
He said that He heard me, as I prayed in the night,
Asking a gift of His heart, His hands or His sight
So I might reach the needy and comfort the poor,
With this I had realized, I could do so much more
He then asked with real wonder about the way that I pray,
Why do you hesitate often, of what you will say?
Have you not realized by now, that I know all your thoughts?
Worry not what to say, just speak from the heart
He said I’m there with you, each time that you pray,
Or when you worry and struggle to start the new day
He recited each prayer, He remembered each word,
But they sounded so different, with all that I heard
My words made petitions, many blessings for me,
But for pain of all others, much less did I plea
Was the reason He came to visit this morning,
To point out my error or yield me a warning?
My days I’d spent planning on what must be done,
Only taking short spurts to remember God’s Son
But I suddenly realized when I struggled to pray,
That He just came to show me that He heard what I say
Whether speaking out loudly or just in my mind,
He sorts through the questions, real purpose He finds
No matter how large my worries become,
He will not ignore me – or like me, turn and run
You should see He’s not rushing to show which bill we should pay
But He sits quietly beside you, as with me on this day
For all He had given, only love did He ask,
But we had forgotten or thought it too big of a task
We can never imagine when God suffered great loss,
But He stood in the Heavens as his child died on the cross
I realized God’s might—he made both Heaven and Earth,
But the hairs on my head have much greater worth
So please take just one second to really hear what I say,
Tonight if you would – take just a moment to pray
Please pray for the Nation, the homeless and lost,
That time on your knees, not a penny it cost
And if you believe He won’t hear what you say as you talk,
Remember my words, when I told of my walk
Then next time you wake early and God grabs hold of your hand,
Be prepared for a journey to survey much more than just land.

~ Cindy Daniel ~
Christmas 2009

CROSS

Lonely in his corner
He sits in despair
Alone in the cold
Thinking life isn’t fair...

Love is lost,
Full of sadness and fear
Where is his angel
That should always be near?

His heart's love,
Lost in a single beat.
So much to process,
He cannot find his feet.

"Somebody help me!"
He desperately screams
full of pain and sorrow
Wanting to wake from the dream

"I am the Lord"
Said a voice from above ...
"And I am here, always,
just believe in my love."

"Everything happens for a reason,
I have a plan for you,
through the pain you will be strong,
only believe and stay true ..."

"It's hard me Lord"
Complains the man,
"How should I survive,
How can I understand?"

"She is with me now;
beautiful from head to feet
soft and radiant,
her mission complete.

Do not mourn for her,
She is in a peaceful place
One day you will see her again,
Face to face...

So be strong my son,
I am with you through your loss
the pain isn’t just yours to bare,
I will help carry your Cross"

Reyneke de Wet, South Africa

Here are six thought-provoking poems written by Rod Ferbrache. Click here to visit Rod's website of special poems and beautiful wild side photography.

JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?

A question slipped into my mind,
They often do these days,
Of all the people in our church
Who walk in different ways,
We’ve young and old, thin, fat and tall,
They vary quite a bit,
But generally are all the same,
No matter where they sit,

Respectable and dignified,
Middle class, well spoken too,
We all have cars, and lovely homes,
And rather well to do.
Life for most is comfortable,
With food and drink a-plenty,
We never know of what it’s like
To sleep outside, cold – empty!

We don’t look out of prison
With windows barred and bleak,
Where liberty is taken from us
With a visit once a week.
No urge to steal for drugs or drink
To get us through the day,
No selling of our bodies
Not with strangers do we lay.

So I got to think
if Jesus had a church
Who would He have in it?
For which people would He search?
Because as I look at Scripture,
And see the folk He found,
They were not the sort of people
We would like around.

Isolated lepers,
With sores that smelt and wept,
Tax fiddlers, enemy soldiers,
Were the company He kept,
Rough and rugged fishermen,
Women of the night,
These were the sort of people,
We see His heart delight.

So when I ask the question
Who would be in Jesus’ church?
The answer that returns to me
Makes my own heart lurch.
For it would not necessarily be
The people here today,
But the ones the world has
Turned its back on,
Are the ones who stay away.

The reason that they stay away,
Is often plain to see,
They simply don’t feel good enough,
To mix with the likes of me.
There’s a feeling of unworthiness
That can keep them from this place,
Their shame and degradation,
Isolation and disgrace.

Yet Jesus always had the time,
In fact He sought them out,
Never did He turn away
Never did He doubt
That in the schemes of glory
There would be a place
For the dirty, down and out,
He made for them a space.

So as we go to church each week,
And fill the same old seat,
If we see a stranger,
Let’s stand and go to greet
Those people Jesus sends us,
Let’s make them feel at home,
It was always His intention
This should be their home.

~ Rod Ferbrache ~


LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND

I was sitting alone on the aeroplane
When the air steward began to speak.
I’d heard it before, about overhead lockers,
And the life jacket under the seat.
How to put it on and do up the straps.
Inflate it when outside the craft.
The whistle to blow, the light that would come on.
The doors that were fore and aft.

But then she said something that made me sit up,
It struck me as though the first time -
These words had been spoken, yet I am sure
I had oft heard this single line.
She spoke of us leaving the aircraft in haste
And she no doubt meant to be kind
But the words that she spoke were simply this...
“Leave all your belongings behind”.

“Leave all your belongings behind”, she said
For me that meant nothing at all.
I had no luggage with me you see.
Yet for others it would be a hard call.
There were some with computers, and briefcases full –
Of thins so hard to replace.
Others with weeks of clothing onboard
To lose them would be a disgrace.

“Leave all your belongings behind”
Is something we may never have done.
Yet a lot of our lives are spent, you’ll agree,
Just thinking of number one.
Accumulating things that hold value for us,
Fulfilling a want or desire.
We have often mentioned what we would grab
If our house should ever catch fire.

Because just as the air steward put it,
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
That’s how it will be at life’s ending,
You may think it a little unkind.
Yet the Bible so clearly puts it,
“Lay not up your treasures on earth”.
For when we face our Maker
None of this has any worth

But lay up treasure in Heaven
Where no rust can corrupt, or thief steal
Don’t hanker for things that have little value,
Spend time on things that are real.

We can get so hooked on the here and now,
Then give no heed to the there and then.
Yet there’s coming a day for everyone here
A time that is nearer than when –
We first got up this morning
Much nearer than we like to admit,
When we have to face the Saviour
And explain what we did with our bit.

Let us hold on to the world much lighter,
Its attractions lay to one side.
We need to live closer to Jesus.
In Him we need to abide.
“Leave all your belongings behind” is the call.
It will happen to us, ready or not.
Let’s strive for the crown that awaits us,
And not dwell on the things that just rot.

~ Rod Ferbrache ~


FOOLISH THINGS

(1 Cor. 1:25)

God uses the things that are foolish
So often to puzzle the wise,
They think they know all they need to know,
But oh, how they’re in for a surprise,
For the things that seem so simple,
So little and lowly and poor
Are the things that God often uses,
Not those who are proud and tall.
For in Gods plan for His Kingdom,
He ordained long ago,
That it’s not how great or important you are,
But how close to the Saviour you grow

To say we believe in a Saviour,
Who died on a tree long ago,
Brings a frown, or a shake of the head, or a laugh,
For to them we really don't know
The things that truly do matter,
The bomb, or famine, or flood,
To them as long as these things exist
There cannot be time for God.
For to believe in Him really is foolish,
To pray, and to fast, and to plead.
They only can see what is on the T.V.
And are blind to their real need.

~ Rod Ferbrache ~


FAITHFUL GOD

The rain I thought would never stop,
Incessantly it poured,
Until mid winter came along,
Then sufficient had been stored.
Our reservoirs were fully stocked,
The streams were at full flow,
Restrictions had been lifted,
The hosepipe ban could go.
But how many wondered, stood amazed
At the fact the rain had come?
How many stopped to thank the Lord
For all that He had done?
The rain was sent, but not too much,
The earth He did not flood.
His promise had been kept again
He is a Faithful God

Across the harbour wall I looked,
Where many folks had gathered,
Predictions had been made that tides,
Would rise above the standard.
The wind was east, the pressure high,
As shops made their precautions.
The roads were closed, diversions made,
You could almost feel the tension.
But as the hour came and went,
The tide began to fall.
How many praised the Lord
And on His name did call?
For He has set the boundaries,
Where He has said, they stood.
His promise had been kept again.
He is a Faithful God.

~ Rod Ferbrache ~


CHRISTMAS WAS NEVER LIKE THIS

How different this Christmas from the first long ago,
No cards, food and parties, lights, snow, mistletoe.
There were no lists of presents which have to be bought.
The biggest and best tree did not need to be sought.
No hustle and bustle, no stress and tension,
To think, of the turkey there was never a mention.
No crackers, no pudding, and no Santa Claus,
No drinking and dancing that goes on without pause.
No stocking hung bulging at the foot of the bed,
Nor the sending of greetings, either spoken or read.

The very first Christmas had no laden table,
Just a girl and a man in a smelly cold stable.
She, scared of the future, he loyal and true,
Both made aware of the child that was due.
No fairy lights twinkle, just a solitary star,
No family around them, only men from afar.
The child born to be king, yet not with a throne,
In a place of hostility, not in his own home.
Yet he came and brought peace, hope, love and great joy.
So much do we owe to the birth of this boy?

We’ve gathered this evening to sing of his worth,
There’s a lot more to Christmas than parties and mirth,
As shown here today, there’s hardly a nation
Which wants to miss out on this great celebration,
But how many people really mean what they sing?
When it comes to the crunch, do they know of this king?
We have sung here this evening “Joy to the world”,
Yet is our heart closed up, or is it unfurled.
Is it open enough to let him come in?
Can you hear his still voice in the midst of the din?

I know that first Christmas was never like this,
Yet with him as your Saviour you will never need miss-
The true meaning of Christmas, his peace and his joy,
For he’s now King of Kings, no longer a boy.
Bring the Christ back to Christmas, it’s where He belongs,
That’s the reason we’ve gathered, why we’ve sung all these songs.
If your life lacks true meaning, look no further than here,
Make welcome this Christmas, the Lord Jesus so dear.

~ Rod Ferbrache ~
 

UNLIMITED RESOURCES

We went to town last week to do some bits and bobs.
Nothing in particular, although there was one job.
When we had a grandson we saved up our loose cash
And once in a while when there’s enough, to the bank we would dash.
We did the same this Saturday, and as we stood in line
A thought dropped into my head, that there would come a time
When Zach would be quite old enough to know he had a sum
That bit by bit had mounted up and then the time would come
When with his bank book in his hand he could draw some out
He didn’t have to worry, he didn’t have to doubt.

While too young to understand, or even be aware
Resources are building up from those who love and care.
It didn’t depend on what he did, the kind of boy he was
The money was simply there, I have to say, because
His Gran and Granddad love him just the way he is,
He didn’t have to earn it; the fact is it was his.
To do with as he wanted, to spend it in his own way
We wouldn’t dictate just where it went, we wouldn’t have a say.
So we’ll go on saving, until the time is right
And when we hand it over we’ll share in his delight.

This got me kind of thinking how just like life is this?
A truth that stares us in the face, and yet can so easily miss.
That in our name a bank account is there in time of need,
To draw upon, to benefit, if the truth of God we heed.
He says to me in weakness, His strength will make me strong.
When I mess up, do stupid things, do something that is wrong,
For me there is forgiveness, a massive stash of grace,
But I must go and draw it out, if the future I will face.
The Father put a huge sum of credit in sending us His Son
It seems so sad to waste it, with all that He has done.

When next you go into a bank to draw some money out
Remember all that Fathers done, you never need to doubt.
If in any way you lack, in spirit or in soul
It need not forever stay that way; He wants to make you whole.
You may not realise in Him how rich you really are.
It’s something that’s not measured by size of house or car.
It’s also not dependant on how much is in the bank
As a son or daughter of the King it is how high you rank.
If Father owns the cattle upon a thousand hills
Then all is at His disposal, and can give it as He wills.
So never think you’re wanting, or a need that goes unmet
As heirs to the King of all, we never should forget.

~ Rod Ferbrache ~

Here are three Christian poems written by Milton L. Delgado

THE DAY OF THE LORD

A Prophet The Lord
Has sent.
No time left
To awaken or repent.

The arrogant evil doers
Will be stubble…
Burn like a furnace
turned to rubble.

The prideful, the sinful
we’ll defeat…
ashes
under the soles of our feet!

No root or branch
will be left,
only those who obeyed
shall be kept.

The sun of righteousness will rise,
with healing in its wings…
freed like calves from their stalls,
evermore to worship The King!　

~ Milton L. Delgado ~
Inspired by The Book of Malachi 4:1-6


I GIVE YOU

I give you the sun,
and I give you the rain.
I give you the air to breathe,
and I give you the grain.

I give you the mountains to climb,
and I give you the sea to explore.
I give you words to rhyme,
and I give you lions that roar.

But you never look up once to thank me
for the blessings I have given thee.
And you're always much too busy to think of me,
yet I love you and will wait for you,
pray you'll come to see.

I give you the birds that fly,
and I give you the earth and sky.
I give flowers that bloom,
and I give you the stars and moon.

But you never look up once to thank me
for the blessings I have given thee.
And you're always much too busy to think of me,
yet I love you and will wait for you,
pray you'll come to see.

~ Milton L. Delgado ~
(ASP #81217)
(C) 2nd Advent Production


POWER LINE
(A Christian Rap)

Tap into the Power Line,
live a life so sublime.
Anybody anywhere,
can get The Power if they dare.

It's all around you. Don't you see?
...waiting there for you and me.
No matter what you're goin' through,
The Power Line will help you too.

So grab it! Tap it!
Make it and everyday habit!
To tap into The Power Line,
and live a life so sublime.

Raise your hands up to the sky.
Find out all the reasons why.
Life can be a joy on earth,
all you need is a Second Birth!

Everything you've tried before,
left you dry wanting more.
Nothing else can ever do,
Once that Power Shines on through.

So grab it! Tap it!
Make it and everyday habit!
Tap into The Power Line,
live a life so sublime!

The answer lies in Him alone,
not in things or what you own.
Brother sisters listen well,
Salvation's Story we must tell!

Work the field! Plant some seeds!
share the harvest to those in need.
The end is nigh! You've got The Call:
The bottom line to it all.

Grab it! Tap It!
Make it an everyday habit!
To tap into The Power Line,
and make a world so sublime.　

Composed By:
Milton L. Delgado
(C) 2nd Advent Productions

AUTUMN

We spend our years as a tale that is told. Psalm 90:9.

I like to think of Autumn with coolness in the air,
The leaves begin to turn so beautiful and fair.
The hillsides are a picture any artist would love to paint.
Autumn gives a wonder to stir the heart of the faint.

Autumn, with its bright and gleaming sun,
Reminds us that our work on earth will soon be done.
The Autumn days of our life are approaching fast.
As a tale that is told, our days on earth will soon be past.

May my Autumn years and days
Be filled with good and Christ-honoring ways.
May my closing days on earth forever be
A testimony of Christ living in me.

GENE GRIFFIN

Visit www.hopecrc.ca/GeneGriffin.htm for the complete collection of Gene's encouraging poems.

ALWAYS THERE

How do I begin to explain the things you’ve done for me
How do I explain your ways to those that don’t believe
How can I effectively convey your love and grace
When I barely recognize the blessings you bestow everyday

So if I only had one prayer I’d pray you'd make me aware
That no matter what I think or do you're always there
There is nothing I can hide no matter how hard I try
I can choose to die in darkness or rejoice in the light

Oh my Lord won't you help me become a better man in you
Won’t you give me the words to better explain the good news
And walk in faith knowing that no matter how hard I might fall
You’ll be right there to pick me up with a love that conquers all

Mike Grimes Jr.
Texas

GOD'S LOVE

Love is patient, love is kind
Love consoles, a troubled mind
Love is humble, love is meek
Love is strong, when we are weak

Love is caring, love is pure
Love is faithful, nothing's truer
Love is loyal, love defends
Love lays down, its life for friends

Love is goodness, love delights
Love embodies, all that’s right
Love is better, love excels
Love extends, beyond ourselves

Love is action, love is prayer
Love is truth, to conquer fear
Love is hopeful, love redeems
Love revives, our shattered dreams

Love is passion, love is zeal
Love empowers, hearts to heal
Love is joyful, love is glad
Love is comfort, to the sad

Love is gentle, love is just
Love is tender, to the touch
Love is higher, love exceeds
Love endures, beyond our needs

Love is broader, love is deep
Love abounds, to all who seek
Love is peaceful, love is calm
Love protects, to keep from harm

Love is steadfast, love abides
Love restores, our broken lives
Love is thankful, love is blessed
Love is wiser, love is best

Love is richer, love is great
Love is triumph, over hate
Love is generous, love is free
Love exists, eternally

Love is yearned for, love is sought
Love is found, within God's court
Love is noble, love is brave
Love is Jesus’, power to save

Love is mercy, love is grace
Love forgives, the human race
Love is endless, love persists
Love survives, for God exists

Love is perfect, love prevails
Love remains, when all else fails

Carolyn Becket
New Zealand

Here are several thoughtful poems written by Kelly J. Elliott


SEA SICK

Standing at the helm of my vessel,
Confused as to which way to go,
Dark clouds obscuring the heavens,
My compass no longer aglow,

Fear falls like the evening around me.
What I would give for a glimpse of the Sun
To peek through the clouds of my darkness,
Chart my course and set my vessel to run.

My sails I’ve let down in this tempest,
Torn and frayed by this stormy sea.
O what I would give for a glimpse of the Sun,
Just a ray would rescue me.

Driven by the wind to give up the helm,
Beat down by the crashing of the waves,
O what I would give for a glimpse of the Sun;
My vessel I’m sure it would save.

Lying on the deck of my vessel,
My tears mingle with the salt of the sea.
No longer will I rise to stand at the helm
Where the waves come crashing over me.

You, my God, are my glimpse of the Sun,
Without You how dark is the night.
Come take the helm, O Captain of my Salvation.
Through rough seas sail me safely to the light.

Kelly J. Elliott
7-29-10
 

THE BOOK OF MY LIFE

I am the open book He is reading,
As He holds me close to His breast,
Turning the pages slowly,
I feel His heart beat heavy in His chest.

I wish He would read me faster
Skipping a chapter or two
Like pages where I wallow in a puddle of flesh
or when the storm clouds begin to brew.

I can feel Him tense as he watches me
Through these chapters of my life gone astray.
In my storms what I thought were rain drops
Were His tears as they landed on my page.

The weight of His tears as they mingled with mine
In the storms of my life brought me down in time.
This heavy burden of His love was a blessing in disguise
For it taught me how to bow and rise up in reprise.

No pages unturned, no chapters skipped over,
From beginning to end He holds me close to His shoulder
To Him no surprises that would make Him put me down
For He's my author and finisher......
and on every page of my life, His touches can be found!

Kelly J. Elliott
11-11-09


WHISPERS OF THE DOVE

He waited so patiently throughout my life
For the day that I would run into His love
He tenderly pulled me with nail-scared hands
As He whispered to me through the Dove

Whispers so gentle I thought myself dreaming
How my heart longed to receive it as true
But my soul forbid me what my spirit could hear
So I waited

I heard it again like a song in my heart
Hushed whispers of seraphims singing
Like the cooing of the Dove as He calls in love
Still I waited

I started longing for the nights when all was quiet
As I strained to hear the Dove’s whispers
Now my heart leaps for joy at the sound of the Dove….
As He whispers

Kelly J. Elliott


ALL I NEED TO KNOW

From Egypt, through the red sea,
And on into the wilderness,
From the crossing of Jordan,
To the promise land fullness.

Lord where am I
From your point of view?
I don't trust my heart
To answer me true.

I know I've been longer
In the wilderness than planned.
Many lessons I learned,
Brought about by your hand.

Hungry and thirsty,
In a dry and empty place,
Taught my heart to cling
To my Savior's grace.

Many dark hours
I thought spent in vain
Brought light unexpected
As I buried my grain.

I really don't know
Exactly where I am,
But I know I left Egypt
By the blood of the lamb.

Kelly J. Elliott


AN ACT OF WORSHIP

I give to You
As an act of my worship,
Thoughts unredeemed
Pains not spoken
Life's little dramas
All the enemy's tokens.

I give to You
As an act of my worship,
Life's little foxes
That spoil the vine
Crafty and sly
As they devour my time.

I give to You
As an act of my worship,
Things I hold on to
That I know I should skirt.
Not profitable to me,
They are all to my hurt.

I give to You
As an act of my worship,
The longing in my heart
For the harmony that You intend,
A total redemption
Of a heart that did bend.

I give to You
As an act of my worship,
Faith in my Savior
That my way He surpasses
And hope for the day
He trades me beauty for ashes.

Kelly Jo Elliott
11-01-09


NO MORE GAMES

How many times have I said the sinner’s prayer?
How many times, did I go back in despair?

Back to the fig tree, to hide from my shame,
When I couldn't live up to God's holy name.

He loves me, he loves me not, a cruel game to be sure.
It's a favorite of the enemy for your soul to procure

I played it unwillingly as days turned to years.
Does he love me, or love me not, was a constant fear.

But gently he drew me, with patience and love,
He brought home to my heart; I was born from above.

I found death couldn't hold me, at the place I was in,
For a king paid a ransom,
'What a price for my sin.'

No more cruel games for in grace I do stand,
He will love me forever,
For the proof
Is in his hand's!

Kelly Jo Elliott
 

TRUE CHURCH

The Church of God,
Is We The People.
Not a man made building,
with a beautiful steeple.

Nor a little country building,
all painted in white;
Full of dead men's bone's,
all hidden from sight.

For God's True Church,
isn't hidden behind a wall;
It's a Spirit filled people,
ready to lay down their all.

But the counterfeit church,
would have you believe,
there's no life outside their building,
if you decide to take your leave.

But if the Spirit of God,
the world cannot contain it,
then four white washed wall's,
can surely not restrain it.

He brings Life to your being,
that you can't hold onto.
It's a gift of His Spirit,
you pass on, because you want to.

This Life begets Life,
and it's as free as the wind.
It's not bound in a building,
it's a heavenly send.

For there's no life outside the Spirit;
it's not the other way around.
We The People Are The Building,
Where The Spirit Can Be Found!

Kelly Jo Elliott
8-28-09

THE RIVER OF LIFE

Lord, I want to swim
in the River of Life
And be lost in the flow
that conquers strife.

I want to be one
with the rush of Your power.
That flows throughout this nation
in Your final hour.

I want to pull people in
that are wasting away.
And bring health to their flesh
that was suffering decay.

To see the health of their
countenance, shining bright,
As they fall face down
in the River of Life.

Crystal clear waters
that will heal every sore.
A heavenly balm
for heart's that are tore.

The fragrance of heaven
is around every bend.
For the River of Life
is even in the wind.

Lord take me down under
in the deepest part.
Through crystal clear waters
may I see the River's heart.

A channel of love
that has cut through sin,
If it's freedom your longing for,
wait no longer
step in!

Kelly J. Elliott 8-27-09


HER COMING OUT

The true church of God
Is about to be born
Like a child from the womb
Leaving the mother torn
This mother church
Has become weak as water
Though they think they are rich
They have forgotten the Potter
Lives once shaped by the Spirit
Are now in the hands of man
Unknowingly fitted for wrath
They are following satans plan
This mother church
Though they claim to be the bride
Are at home in this world
And they are filled with such pride
They are blind and can’t see
That they are wasting away
They have ears but can’t hear
What the Spirit would say
They are not being taught
This world to overcome
They are marching to the beat
Of a hellish drum
They are driven to a frenzy
By an eloquent speaker
As the spirit inside them
Grows weaker and weaker
But he Lambs true bride
Has made herself ready
With her gaze fixed on God
He brings poise to steady
She is a beautiful bride
All dressed in white
Wearing combat boots
For she fought a good fight
But there is something about
The gown she is wearing
It’s all splattered in blood
From a fellowship she was sharing
She acquired this beauty
By way of the Cross
When she laid down her life
And counted it but lost
Why?
That she might know Him

Kelly J. Elliott 9-10-09


I CAN / IN THE SON

Lord can You take a broken vessel, That life has dealt a blow,

Can You mend it in Your mercy, that Your love forever show.

Can You pick up all the piece's, like a puzzle come undone,
Can You wash them in pure water, and lay them in the sun.

I can take a broken vessel, that life has dealt a blow,
I can mend it in My mercy, that my love forever show.

I can pick up all the piece's, like a puzzle come undone,
I can wash them in pure water, and lay them in My Son.

I can put back all the pieces, in the order they must go,
I can place them in My furnace, till no mar within them show.

As My fire of love is heated, and the piece's they do hold,
Not one whit more heat is needed, when my vessel turn's to gold.

Kelly J. Elliott 7-5-09

The Pledge of Allegiance and the Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore because the word 'God' is mentioned. We were told that a 15 year old student in Arizona wrote the following poem:

NEW SCHOOL PRAYER

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offence; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen

DON'T FIGHT BACK

Mathew 5:38

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
...So they say.
I tell you, don't stand against an evil person today.

If someone slaps you in the right cheek - don't yell,
Just turn, right to them, the other cheek as well.

If someone wants to sue you, panic is not what you should do.
If they take away your shirt, hand to them your jacket!

If someone forces you to go with them a mile,
Go with them two!

If a friend asks you for something, give it to them!
Don't refuse to give to friends who want to borrow from you!

Rachael Koszalinski, England

A TABERNACLE OF ONE

Inside this tent that I call me,
There lies a hidden place.
A golden room of mysteries,
It’s focal point a throne of grace.

Humility can bring me to a place
I’ve never been before.
My eyes tight shut, my lips unmoved
My face pressed hard against the floor.

There’s still one other key,
The key of pure intent.
It’s all I have to offer God,
Until my earthly time is spent.

The focus on my daily chores,
Has slipped so far away.
I hear the silence like a bell,
Ringing at the close of day.

All time has stopped, momentum gone,
The stillness is so moving.
The peace I sense at times like this,
Is so much more than simply soothing.

A unity of God and man is every seeker’s goal,
Although to me, it seems so very far away.
I hope and pray one day that I
Will once again be truly whole.

Geoffrey Wareing

BIRDS TEACH US MANY LESSONS

"But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you." Job 12:7,8 NIV

Birds teach us perseverance
And joy through trials.
For many of their efforts
Find failure or denials.
Many a nest that has taken,
So very long to build
Is destroyed by calamity,
Or eggs found to be chilled.

But the birds do not falter—
They just build their nests again;
Lay more eggs to nest upon;
Daily praise God with refrain.
O, what beautiful lessons—
These birds proclaim to us.
To persevere when defeated,
And give praise regardless.

They obey the laws of nature
And fly home to rest.
When the season tells them,
Their migration is addressed.
They eat what’s provided them;
Follow all of nature’s laws.
Such lessons man can learn from,
So he may see his flaws.

Birds inspired man to fly—
Find freedom in the air;
Travel throughout the world,
On different wings to bear.
But of all the many lessons,
Birds teach mankind at large,
Perseverance is the greatest,
And that their Creator is in charge.

Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org

Maureen has a website, www.godsgreetings.org. Ten new Christian poems will be available each month for use in church newsletters, bulletins or sermons.

LORD AT  YOUR DOOR

What would you do if the LORD came to your house as a homeless man today.
Would you welcome Him in or send Him on his way.

Would you let Him set in your favorite chair and give Him food and drink.
Maybe you would just say to Him I have to go I hear my cell phone ring.

Would you tell Him that you love Him and are thankful for the day.
Maybe you would just close the door and walk away.

What if your children saw Him and asked, what happen to your hands.
If you never told them, they wouldn't understand.

Would you find the dusty Bible wherever it may be.
Maybe you would place it on a nearby table for Him to see.

I hope if the LORD comes to my house my heart will let me know.
The person who saved my soul from sin is standing at my door.

Raymond Carey
Waco, Texas

JUST ONE MORE CHANCE

If you had one chance to spend with someone you loved
Someone that has died and is with the Lord above,
Someone that you thought was full of life, too young to die
One that was special to you, you wish they'd still be alive.

Would you go for a real long morning walk on the beach
With the strong ocean waves splashing up against your feet,
Or would you play baseball with him just one last time
If he says, "Just one more throw Daddy" would you decline?

Would you tell her how much you love her, how much she meant
Or would you tell her you missed her ever since she went,
Would you show her more affection than you had before
Or would you see she's hurting, and just go on and ignore?

If they didn't know Jesus, would you tell them about Him
Would you tell them that He's the Forgiver of all sins,
Or would you go to a party and forget about it
Ruining your chances and taking one more last hit.

Would you tell them to shut up when they're being too loud
If they asked to do something, would you say they're not allowed,
Would you take the time to teach him to build his dream home
Or wouldn't you be patient enough and just do it alone.

If she were a good friend, would you hang out more often
Would you do the same things you did before, again,
Or would you regret it and try hard to make things right
Or if you changed would you make sure you show her the Light?

Stop, and just ask yourself this question, what would you do
If someone you loved very much would come back to you,
Sacrifice more time in your day and spent it with them
You won't regret it and someday you'll see them again!

Bethany Musser
Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

My name is Gordon Nicolson and I live in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. The world is extremely harsh for many innocent children and if it breaks our hearts, imagine what God thinks about it. There is admonition to the world system in that God's grace will one day be removed when the Church of Jesus Christ is taken up to glory. The paradox of life from death, gain of spiritual abundance from selfless giving, and so on, will also be removed. God has no apology to make for He gave His very best and all creation has virtually screamed His existence from the beginning.

PARADOX REMOVED

The greatest gift I give to thee
To die and live eternally

Bard's stage is too much stained again
By greens and fairways for the few
Waiting for the warm spring rain
Sweet mists descend and glistening dew

Halfway up the hill she perished
Sharing crust of mouldy bread
In need of being very cherished
Vile refuse be her bed instead

Spirit quickly from the stench
Her untold story and her fears
Tiny form same rain will drench
As blood from Heaven's seething tears

Swept up and ushered loosed of tether
Legion angels lined her path
Towers of light will sooth forever
Innocence that felt world's wrath

Memories marred now put to sea
Gently she is brought to shore
Plays in love so deep and free
We leave her here forevermore

Horseman's outline top a hill
Against light darkening very sun
Scarred hands on bridle hold him still
Steed sweats and foams and wants to run

Can I now smite in that dark place
Blind eyes that see by greed and stealth
Take from them their muddied grace
Give justice for their putrid wealth

Thunder spoke and quelled his fire
Days are short for them to see
Steady calm replaced his ire
Slave to peace and liberty

Loaned different truths and other notions
Taken from these lesser kings
Who live by myth and worldly potions
Son be all discarded things

Tiny girl's domain will rest
Because He gave His very best

Gordon Nicolson
Manitoba

GLORIOUS WORLD RESTORED

Beyond are the mountains all covered with snow
Shimmering, glimmering,
Sun's artistry aglow.
Designed by a Master with efforts of care,
Nurtured in harmony, a worldly affair.

Complex in detail, vast beyond mortal mind
Whirling, twirling,
Planets placed and aligned.
Through an iris or a monarch or a snowflakes' parade,
God's glory and wonder and mystery displayed.
Clouds with their raindrops, the promise of a bow
Willowing, billowing,
As the rivers doth flow.
Fruit trees and grapevines flourish on land
To nourish us hardily, approved by His hand.

A system once marred and His Son sent to heal,
Emmanuel abiding,
An earnest appeal.
Witness to creation and witness for you,
Jesus avails an invitation toward a world born anew.

Kara L. Kraemer

My name is Melvin Maughmer, Jr.  I wrote this poem entitled “His Feet’ as part of a message that I was going to preach. In writing this poem I just felt God and want to share it with as many people as possible. I pray that this will encourage someone. Thank You

HIS FEET

His feet, oh those beautiful feet that made His little face glow when His mother tickled His tiny little toes.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet which at the age of twelve made Him to stand before those who were educated extremely well.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that stepped into the Jordan river carried our souls deliverer.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that stood atop a mountain high and proclaimed the Kingdom of Heaven is nigh.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that treaded across countless miles bringing hope, healing, happiness, and smiles.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that traveled over sand, rocks, and dirt carrying comfort and love to all those that hurt.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that gently bent a blade of grass are the very feet that delivers from the guilt of the past.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that didn’t run when His accusers approached but held fast His stand in spite of every stroke.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that marched up Golgotha’s hill fulfilled God’s purpose and will.
His feet, oh those beautiful that were nailed to the cross just so I would not be lost.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet stepped over into captivity and lead the captives free.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that walked out of a borrowed tomb also walked through the locked doors of an upper room.
His feet, oh those beautiful feet that crushed the curse of sin will one day step on earth again, judging all history forever reigning in eternal victory.
Oh to sit at His feet, yes those beautiful feet is where I want to be worshipping God for all eternity.

District Elder M.L. Maughmer, Jr.
Apostolic Glorious Church
Columbus, Ohio
2009

FREE GIFT OF SALVATION

God has made a way of salvation
For all the people of his creation
He sent his only son Jesus to die upon the cross
So we wouldn't have to go to hell and suffer such a loss

We must accept his gift of salvation so freely given
Jesus died upon the cross for our sin so we could be forgiven
God loves us so much and wants us in heaven above
He loves us poor sinners with an everlasting love

If you reject God's gift of love, you'll end up in hell, which is no joke
The bible says it is a place of fire, brimstone and smoke
Jesus says come unto me and trust in me alone
I'm the way, the truth, the life, for your sins my blood did atone

Jesus loves you so much he suffered and bled for you 'tis true
If you were the only person alive he would have went to the cross for you
It was not for good people, but for sinners that Jesus died
So they could trust him as their sin bearer and forever with him abide

To make this gift your own, you must accept it for yourself
The gift is offered to you as well as to myself
If you trust Jesus as your savior, you'll miss hell and go to heaven
Jesus awaits for you to accept the gift, so forever with him in eternity you'll be livin

Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord

John 1:12 But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name

~Cindy Wyatt ~
Michigan, USA

ONCE

Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah. Psalm 68:19

Once I felt the weight of sin;
Now the burden has gone away.
Once it was all darkness and gloom;
Now my road is as bright as the noon day.

Once it was the blessing;
Now it is the Blesser Himself.
Once it was the gift;
Now it is the Giver Himself.

Once it was the joy;
Now it is joy's Reason.
Once it was the trial;
Now it is grace to face each season.

Once it was the raging storm;
Now it is the storm's Calm.
Once it was the sickness;
Now it is the Healing Balm.

Once I was with trouble overwhelmed;
Now the yoke is easy and light.
Once life wasn't worth living;
Now I want to live it with all my might.

Gene Griffin


Here is another uplifting poem by Gene

WHERE A TIRED SOUL CAN....

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isa. 40:31.

I need a place of quiet
Where a tired soul can rest;
A place of serene repose,
A place of leaning upon His breast.

I need a place of strength
Where a tired soul can wrest
In conflict with the enemy,
In victory over the quest.

I need a place of comfort
Where a tired soul can nest,
Finding relief in the way
And peace in my chest.

I need a place of joy
Where a tired soul can be dressed
In the garments of His beauty
And find pleasures unexpressed.

Gene Griffin

Poems by Gene Griffin

Gene has written many wonderful and inspiring Christian poems, each based on a Bible verse. He has shared a number of them with us and we have placed them together on their own web page. Just click on the above link to visit Gene's web page of truly inspirational poems.

GOD'S GIFT

To the glory of God the Father,

Amen.

~ Submitted by About.com member, Pauline Macpherson ~

Hi, my name is Karen Eric Ponraj from Singapore, South East Asia. I have been a Christian since 12 1/2 years of age and would love to submit some of my Christian poetry inspired by the Lord! It is wonderful when the Lord gives you poetry to share freely with others!

In Christ,
Karen

THE WORD AND PRAYER

My children are far from me today
They willed to go from me astray
When I told them to live the Word and pray
My children cry out to me, "Someday!"

When trials start to shake their way
They urgently run to me and say ...
"Why such burdens for me today?"
When they never first sought me to pray?

I marked my life with ceaseless prayer
I knew His Word as your loving Saviour
I ran my race with relentless fervour
I overcame victorious the raging tempter

My children are struggling in pain today
Because they chose to throw the cross away
They love the world of worthless clay
And despised my precious son
I gave in exchange for their Celestial stay

There is no other easier pathway
Then the straight and narrow, which I before you lay
Run to me quickly from this very day
My grace I will pour on you to study my Word and pray!

~ Karen Eric Ponraj, Singapore ~


THE STING OF DEATH

It is appointed for man to die but once;
and after that the judgment is pronounced!
Can man escape that appointed day?
Didn't God make him from perishable clay?

All men must face the curse of death;
For God alone gave man, His breath!
Can man escape that fateful day?
Didn't God make him from worthless clay?

When all man's works come to an end;
What can he take from this world to descend?
Can man escape that solemn day?
Didn't God make him from worldly clay?

Naked he came and naked he shall go;
Will anyone that loves him follow him below?
Can man escape that sudden day?
Didn't God make him from feeble clay?

Can any man strive to come back to earth?
No, for after death, there can be no rebirth!
Can man escape that fearful day?
Didn't God make him from simple clay?

If man mocks God during his life on earth;
No repentance of sin can from the grave be heard!
For once death stings as a thief in the night;
All chance is lost to make man's soul live right!

Then the fires of hell will consume man's soul;
Eternally lost will man live in sheol.
He'll realize his life was lost in sin;
that all through his life, he was chasing the wind!

Oh man of CLAY, realize today;
Your life on this earth will end someday!
Decide to give your life to CHRIST;
Your soul was redeemed for a heavy price!

The sting of death was destroyed of its power;
By Christ our Lord who was raised at God's hour.
No death for a Christian but a change in address;
As when his eyes open, he'll gain heavenly access!

~ Karen Eric Ponraj, Singapore ~


GOD'S LOVE IS GREATER THAN DIVORCE

My cross is not to leave my wife; but to love her
The lost say when there is strive; divorce her
But Christ says, "Son if I live in you"; receive her
My cross for you is always; to forgive her

When storms seem violent; pray to calm her
When fights seem endless; say I love her
When trials seem difficult; stay around her
When all seems hopeless; live my Word before her

For when I was rejected; I embraced you
For when I was hated; I loved you
For when I was beaten; I forgave you
For when I was crucified; I died for you

My cross is not to leave my wife; but to pray for her
The lost say when there is strive; to leave her
But Christ says, "Son if I reign in you"; live in peace with her
My cross for you is always; to bless her

~ Karen Eric Ponraj, Singapore ~


THE PRICE OF SIN

Sin is like a snare;
once it catches you ...
you will be in great despair!

Sin is like a door;
once it's opened ...
demons will come in more and more!

Sin is like the chains of fetters;
once it binds ...
you're like a bird without feathers!

Sin is like a bottomless chasm;
once you fall in ...
you will be forever condemned!

Sin is like the sting of a snake;
once it bites ...
you will die a quick death!

Sin is like the stench of decay;
just one whiff ...
you will want to run away!

Sin is like a flying arrow;
it moves fast like cancer ...
to pierce your flesh and marrow!

Sin is like wealth that you can enjoy;
dependence on it ...
your soul will destroy!

Sin is just like a pretty bird cage
once you walk in ...
you will live in regret to bondage!

There is no good in ANY form of sin;
As once sin traps you ...
Only Satan and his minions will win!

Do you want to be free from the wiles of sin?
Reach out to Jesus TODAY ...
Who alone has paid the price for all sin to be cleansed away!

~ Karen Eric Ponraj, Singapore ~


THE GOSPEL OF GREED

The Almighty DOLLAR is my Shepherd;
I shall want ... more and more!
It makes me to lie down in
pastures of silver and gold;
It leads me into deep,
deep troubles untold!
It restores my soul into bondage to:
the lust in the eyes,
the lust in the flesh and
to have great pride in my life!
It leads me into the paths
of diverse kinds of sin and temptation
for it's name sake;
Yea, though I walk in the shadow
of the PROSPERITY GOSPEL,
I will fear all evil!
Because God is not with me,
and His rod and staff
will He readily use to chastise me!
Until I obey His Word and make my choice;
to either serve mammon or the Lord Jesus Christ!
For wealth and riches prepares me a table
full of worldly possessions;
So that I can boast
in the presence of mine enemies
about my carnal obsessions;
Yea, it anoints my head with perfect pride,
until my life is completely defiled!
Surely pain and misery
shall follow me all the days of my life;
As I dwell in the house of the devil for ever. AMEN!

~ Karen Eric Ponraj, Singapore ~


PRIDE VS HUMILITY

Pride does puff up to the sky;
Gloating fiercely, yet not so shy
As a pompous peacock acting ostentatious;
What a gaudy braggart, “Oh good gracious!”
Pickled with conceit for seeking attention;
Vaunting boldly towards keen ascension
Her position always distinguished, to gain respect;
Her nose is raised high to expose herself as pristine perfect!
Eyes busy picking the scene, to pour contempt;
To cause a strive is her joyful intent
Parading her ego, to the highest bidder;
Pressing for compliments to reign as leader
Me, My, I are Pride's foremost love;

But God deems those who want to be great;
Must look at Christ, our Lord, instead ...

He emptied himself of His heavenly glory;
With humility, he walked as a lamb, meek and lowly
He’s outward appearance had no lofty majesty;
Despised, rejected and hated of men, was his crowning beauty
What rights did He claim?
To defend His magnificent name?
As king, he valiantly fought no man;
For that was not in God’s divine plan
Was there a raging climb to deceitful fame?
Or did the Son of God, had nothing from this world to gain?
His praise came from the Father’s loving hand;
Did He not suffer and die for the sins of all man?
To loose our life, is the way to the cross;
No victory in our walk until pride is forever lost!

~ Karen Eric Ponraj, Singapore ~


THE STELLA VIRTUE OF THE UNIVERSE

A virtuous woman is like a dancing star
Lighted up brightly yet oh...so far
She sits brilliantly beaming all alone
Integrity and honour clothe her to the bone

A priceless gem, for all to admire
The one true piece, refined by heavenly fire
Riveting beauty glowing from deep within
Shining brighter and brighter as the world lapse into sin

She is the fairest among all creation
She surpasses all beautiful woman of carnal precision
Her glory raptures the hearts of men with divine distinction
Forever, she will remain uncompromising on her moral decision

Can a man steal her stella virtue to conquer?
Enticement of wealth, power and fame will only mock her
No! She is a precious jewel to be lovingly admired
She will only submit to the one who has virtue, to be desired

~ Karen Eric Ponraj, Singapore ~

ADORATION TO GOD OF ALL CREATION

He's not a figment of my imagination
The refusal of His existence has led to some people's humiliation
He's the God of all creation
He's the source of my inspiration
He's the source of solution and hope in my frustrations
He's the reason for my jubilation
His works are worthy of my appreciation

Seunla Oyekola
© 2009

A SHORT NOTE TO THE WEARY SOUL

Dear weary soul,
Here's to let you know that He sees your struggles, He knows you are troubled and He feels your ridicule. You've asked "why do I have to
wait for a breakthrough for so long?"...clock ticking, pressure mounting, heart pounding in anxiety...He says the storm is to make you strong! Stay still, your miracle lingers no longer Weary soul please tarry a 'lil while longer! "For your trouble ye shall have double" (Isaiah 61:7)

Seunla Oyekola
©2009

My name is Mary Ann Battle and I am a Christian poet who loves to share inspirational words of poetry (http://www.lifetimeoftreasures.com). God bless and enjoy.

"For when she poured this perfume on My body, she did it to prepare Me for burial. Truly I say to you, wherever this gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be spoken of in memory of her." Matthew 26:12-13 (New American Standard Bible)

PERFUMED LEGACY

Perfumed Legacies are exquisite pieces of
Black diamonds and cultured pearls.
Some legacies are golden treasures for little girls.

The legacy she leaves behind smells of a love divine.
Some legacies know not when they will pass by!

Some Perfumed Legacies are sweet smelling honeydews.
Other legacies are alabaster boxes of eternal love.
She speaks of eternal love from the beautiful Dove.

The Perfumed Legacy leaves something to cherish.
This legacy shall never perish.

Perfumed Legacies are breathing today.
It is in a blossoming pink tea rose.
It is in the pristine pearls and white panty hoes.

Perfumed Legacies are found in golden butterflies.
These legacies never die.

A Perfumed Legacy is tangible.
It is something the eye cannot always see.
A Perfumed Legacy is you.
A Perfumed Legacy is me.

Perfumed Legacies breathe life from olden days.
Perfumed Legacies lift God high and give Him praise.

Think of what you will leave behind.
A Perfumed Legacy just left the room.
We breathe and remember her precious heirloom.

Mary Ann Battle
Columbus, Ohio

WHEN DISASTER CALLS

When disaster calls I fall to my knees
The hope of what could have been is gone now
The space between us is as big as seas
I ask myself the question each day: how
I am so undeserving of your love
I punish you when you do not deserve
You watch me with beautiful peace above
With a wrath so strong, I can not believe
You came to save me because you love me
The world went dark when you died for us all
Because of your sacrifice I can see
When I meet you, there will be a Grand Ball
Heaven will cry out with so much gladness
Because of the love of Christ there is no sadness

Rebecca Rankin
British Columbia

WHAT'S IT WORTH?

Another day of suffering, trials and tribulations on this here earth.
I know what it cost, I know what it's worth.
It cost a Shepherd, Counselor and Redeemer all He had to give.
To set us Free
Just so you and I could live forever
In Eternity
So did you do, All you had to do!
To keep the Faith?
Remember it all comes back to this,
This Here Day!

Richard Turner
Vacaville, CA


Here is another poem by Richard:

I just want to say thank You Jesus
For setting me free
I just want to say thank You Father God
For making Your only begotten Son sacrifice equal eternity
If I just said thank You for everything
That would be so trite
For how many people would give themselves to save a life
For me to say thank You for anything less
Its not paying reverence, and I'm not offering You my best
So to show what this means to me
Father, use me to set the other captives Free!
So! Father to this end
Use me as a chosen vessel You can send
Until I see You face to face
And hear the words well done
You ran a Faithful race
Welcome home my Son!

Richard Turner
Vacaville, CA

ARE YOU READY?

"How many were ready?" should be our question, instead some are asking, "why?"
We all know we're human and one day we all will die
We just aren't usually really sure on which day and in which hour
Just like the souls that on that day walked into each Trade Tower
No-one wants to think about the day that's deemed our end
But let me take a minute here to talk to you my friend.
The body that you're walking in is just a HOLDING place
That holds the life that REALLY counts and lets us live through grace
The spirits of those people are as alive as you and me
The question you should ask yourselves is "how many will you see?"
They have no more chances to hear the Master's call
The choice as to where they'll live their lives was sealed by that great fall
Some will live in mansions because our brother went there first
He said He'd be there to prepare and give to those that thirst
The rest of them are realizing that what they thought so well
Was the worse mistake they ever made There REALLY IS a Hell!
People, you must hear these words and BELIEVE in what is said
Don't you want to know WHERE you'll be when you're considered dead?
It could happen any minute of any hour in any day
In your car.. a heart attack... NONE of us can stay
This horror grabbed the nations, they're now thinking more of Him
To know Him is to trust Him in these times that are so grim
Satan rules this earthly world, our Father sent him here
To prove to him that human man CAN live without great fear
His plan to rule as we all know was defeated from the start
He will try his best to fool each man for evil's in his heart
The blood of innocents' been shed this is very plain
It's been happening since life began It started first with Cain
Jesus said He'd come to those who call upon His love
And they will live forever with our Father up above
The message here is simple. You'll only get ONE chance
So you really better think today as you're putting on your pants
Is today my day? Will I be here tomorrow?
Will I live in Paradise or will I face great sorrow?
Will you be ready and your family ready too?
Will you see the pits of Hell or will Jesus welcome you?
Jesus is the ONLY way to save your soul from Hell
Now that I've told you this Who are YOU going to tell?

Dottie Bowler 9-25-01

REST IN MY SOUL

Something's not quite right in my Soul
I Don't know what it is
That's just what I've been told
I can't quite put my finger on it you see
But something deep within me
Keeps looking to the Heavenly
It's like I'm missing something I never had
You know! I know what it is now
I'm missing my Dad
Now I now where He's found
As I keep looking up Heaven bound
Now I Know as I boldly GO!
I have now found the answer
FOR REST IN MY SOUL

Richard Turner
Vacaville, CA

I WILL PRAY FOR YOU

If you have a cold
Or even worse the flu
Then just tell me and…
I will pray for you

If you have done a sin
And it is stuck like glue
Then just give me a call and…
I will pray for you

If someone close has died
Or another family issue
As soon as I find out…
I will pray for you

If you got into trouble
That you can’t undo
Then with all my heart…
I will pray for you

I hope one day when I am down
Or simply feeling blue
You will pray for me…
Just like I prayed for you

~ Marinela Reka ~

FOLLOW ME
Matthew 4. 18-22

I was there with my brother
On a day like any other
Just making a living
Casting our nets in the sea

We were close to the shore
When a voice with a roar
Shouted Andrew, Peter will you come follow me

As we looked to the beach
The man we had heard teach
Was calling us over to him

We had watched from the crowd
As he taught those around
The things that they needed to know

We had seen him heal people
And cast out a demon
When he spoke out the word of the Lord

We’d been fishing all night
But now it was light
Just one more try was the plan?

We went over to him
Not knowing just what we should do
Leave this, Jesus said, become fishers of men
As he spoke we both knew

Once he’s called you by name,
Though it’s hard to explain
To follow is all you can do

We left boats and nets
Went without a regret
Just leaving them
There on the shore.

Will you come with him to?
For he’s calling to you
If you listen he’s
Calling your name

~ George Knowles ~


THE LAMB OF GOD HE PASSES BY
John 1 35-40

The Lamb of God he passes by
Right there for all to see
Some let him pass without a glance
Some look but do not see

The Lamb of God he passes by
One says he in the man of God
To the friends that he is with
Just points to way and leaves it there
His job is now complete

The Lamb of God he passes by
The ones who hear they follow in his track
They want to know more of this man
For them no turning back

The Lamb of God he passes by
Says what are you looking for
They go with him and stay with him
And enter though the door

The Lamb of God he passes by
The door to faith to show
To those he calls to follow him
To those who want to know

The Lamb of God still passes by
We like John ,can help our friends to see
Help them to move and follow him
For he says just come and see

~ George Knowles ~

Here are two poems written by Thomas Hudson:

COME... HOLY GHOST

Come... Holy Ghost
Abide inside with me
Let's look, out my windows
Show me what I need to see
Point and I will go
Oh, I will follow Thee
Come... Holy Ghost
Abide inside with me

Let's decorate my mind
With thoughts Divine
We'll set a guard at my heart
To keep my mouth, in line
We'll receive our directions
From the Holy Throne above
Oh, come… Holy Ghost
Teach me to walk in love.

Come... Holy Ghost
Abide inside with me
Let's look out my windows
Show me what I need to see
Point and I will go
Oh, I will follow Thee
Come... Holy Ghost
Abide inside with me

~ Thomas Hudson ~

I wrote "Love Sick" one morning when I looked back over my life and seen how much Jesus had changed it.

LOVE SICK!

It seemed like just another day
Except I had an urge to pray
I guess my heart had something to say
Cuz when I listened to my heart It blew my mind away!

I was, LOVE SICK, for the Lord, cuz I never felt like this before
I was, LOVE SICK, for the Lord, now I wanna love Him more-n-more!

A preacher said that love was the key
It seemed like he was preaching to me
I knew I needed to be free
So I listened to his story and the rest is His story!

I was, LOVE SICK, for the Lord, cuz I never felt like this before
I was, LOVE SICK, for the Lord, now I wanna love Him more-n-more!

Your Word says I'm born from above
And I never knew I was so loved
I'm new to all of this stuff
Oh Lord how can I thank you enough?

Cuz I'm LOVE SICK for You, Just amazed at the things You do
Yeah I'm LOVE SICK for You, Lord You loved me and I never knew!

~ Thomas Hudson ~

CLAY

A lump of clay, ugly, undesired
Along the wayside, bare:
Finding worth this blessed day,
For the Maker chose to touch

The Maker proceeds with certain aim;
to mould and make good,
This ugly lump of clay, undesired;
A thing of beauty and grace!

But Oh! the unworthy lump of clay,
Forgetting its roots;
Dares ask the Maker,
"What do you make of me?"

Still the lump that yields and surrenders,
Fully knowing the Maker's skill,
Finds itself transformed;
A vessel of honour, a vessel of worth!

Preena Deepak Samuel
(Based on Is 45:9)

Here are three poems dedicated to the Lord written by Marc Fournier:

Lord I am saddened,
what the flesh chooses to do.
Constantly mending,
wounds we cannot undo.
Teach us your patience,
put a knot in our tongues.
Give us back a heart,
like the children our young.
Fetter our angers,
pour love on bitterness.
Let us learn from your lesson,
of true forgiveness,
pride is the poison.
Humility the only remedy.
Love is not partial,
to whom it is given.
Too many out there,
without it have been smitten.
I have a request,
that we open our hearts.
To trust in you,
and give you our lives.
For it is only by you,
that we've ever survived.

M. Fournier
2-03-91


I know of a place,
that requires going nowhere,
but takes you very far.
It is a place of peace and rest,
it is the one I call the best.
For nothing can match it,
though this world try its' best.
It is a place from above,
its' product is one of pure love.
When you need comfort,
don't run to the street,
you need only bow with repentance,
at his holy feet.
He will wash and cleanse you,
as he has done many times before.
Because he loves you,
for him it is never a chore.
Let him in,
for you will not regret.
A love so kind and good,
on that you need not bet.

M. Fournier
10-24-89


Tangled in their own web,
they do not see me.
For I know someone to help them,
to surely set them free.
But their shackles bind so tightly,
as their hearts make them cry.
We've ll so many problems,
but why can we not share
for I know someone to help them,
when it seems no one cares.
He will guard against the evil one,
show their shackles the key.
He will bring you peace forever,
all he asks is follow me.

M. Fournier
10-22-89

PLANS AND DREAMS FOR THE FAMILY

When we were planning our family line,
We never considered alcohol and drugs,
We thought our family would be just fine.
We considered the pitter-patter of little feet,
Of baby bottles of milk and bowls of pablum.
We thought of children as short and sweet.
We knew there’d be school and first grade
We thought of T-ball, hockey and lacrosse.
We figured on bicycles and roller blades.
We hoped for a good report card,
Valedictorian or student body president.
We thought maybe the military or coast guard.

We planned on camping vacations,
Perhaps Marine Land or Disney World.
We never gave thought to police visitations.
We hadn’t planned on lying, stealing or pain,
Or the stress of what’s next, broken dreams.
We never considered our lives would be slain.
Here though is the life we hadn’t planned.
What do we do now? From where comes our help?
Our lives are surely not dull or bland.
Drugs, alcohol, needles and a bag of weed.
Court, sentencing, time spent in jail.
For them and for us there is a need.

Christmas was exciting. Wrapping paper everywhere.
New toys for our little girls and boys.
They opened their presents with such flair.
The backyard picnics, them sleeping in tents,
And the hugely attended barbeque each fall,
All of these were special events.
Where did we go wrong? Did we expect too much?
Perhaps we should have asked for more of God’s help.
For our children, the addictions have become their crutch.
Their bible is the word of the dealer on the street.
Our sons’ fabrications have become their downfall.
Our daughters’ say it’s the fault of people they meet.

Divorce not the answer. We cave the children have no hope.
We must stand united. We have to give tough love.
Forget about the downhill slope, rise above, learn to cope.
There are answers available. We just have to try them.
We will make new plans. We must travel a new road.
This road will lead to family restoration, not condemnation.
Learn to communicate with each other. Look for better ways.
Demonstrate our love with actions and use our words.
With a job well done offer up a few pats and praise.

I suggest seeking God through worship and really pray.
He’ll guide, help, protect us from our enemies.
Each day can be brand new if we seek His way.
The door will be opened when we knock.
When we ask we shall receive. When we seek Him
We’ll find Him, truly He is our only rock.
A Rock in times of trouble and despair
A Rock of salvation for our children and for us.
A Rock of unconditional love and heartfelt care.

Then we’ll become the family line,
We planned on those many years ago,
The family that’s going to be just fine!

by Ellen Marie Parker, 2009

ALL THAT WE KNOW

I am constantly amazed on a daily basis,
Of the advancements that man has achieved.
Given the freedom and depths of our minds,
There's no limit to what we conceive.

We've gone from travel by horse and buggy,
To travel by jets in the sky.
Once people traveled by foot across land,
Now over the land people fly.

Diseases that once were killers,
That sent thousands of souls to their graves,
Are now avoided with a routine vaccination,
Think of the millions of lives that were saved.

Man has been to both ends of the earth,
And everywhere in between,
We've done things that have never been done before,
Witnessed sights that have never been seen.

We've been from the oceans murky depths,
To the hot dry desert sand dunes,
We've left our marks from the bowels of the earth,
To the quiet, still face of the moon.

T.v.s, v.c.r.s, and microwaves,
Computers, and cellular phones.
We have more comforts and convinces,
Than the world has ever known.

Yet with all the knowledge that we've amassed,
All our science and technology,
With all that we have done and seen,
God still remains a mystery.

The concept of God alludes us,
We simply can't understand,
How a being could exist, who could create all of this,
With only a wave of His hand.

As humans we seek out the tangibles,
Evidence we can see, touch and feel.
Without physical proof to convince us,
We have a hard time believing it's real.

The fact is, with all of our knowledge,
As far as man has progressed,
As intelligent a being as man has become,
Comprehension of God, we cannot possess.

We must believe and follow His Holy Word,
Without fear, questions or doubt.
We must trust in Him, and rely on faith,
Though we know not what He is about.

He is the creator, of all upon this earth,
Of the stars and Heaven and hell,
He is as far above us human beings,
As we are above a single cell.

He sent His son Jesus, to die on the cross,
To establish a Salvation plan.
So that through His blood, we may find redemption,
From the sins that plague mortal man.

We're not meant to understand the ways of God,
Or question His will or His law,
Because with all that we know, and all that we've learned,
We really know nothing at all.

Calvin Hart

"I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels." Isa 61:10 NIV

WITHOUT A WEDDING GARMENT

Without a wedding garment
A man came to the feast
Was caste out into the darkness
No transformation of character pieced
No sincere, deep repentance
Just a hearer of the word
No robe of righteousness
In the heavenly record

Without a wedding garment
No attendance is given
Professed followers of Christ
By cheap grace are often driven
Defects of character
Not changed by the Holy Spirit
Unfit for the celebration
Of heaven’s salvation banquet

The righteousness of Christ
Cannot cover one cherished sin
The secrets of the heart
Only God can expose within
That which is in accordance
With the principles of God’s law
Will stand in the judgment
And grace the banquet floor

When asked how he arrived
Without a wedding garment
The man was simply speechless
Had no excuse for judgment
For each wedding garment—
Was provided at great cost
With no renewing of the mind
The justification was lost

Behold the great beauty
Of the character of Christ
Desire to emulate Him
By the Holy Spirit enticed
When he instructs you
Listen to his small voice
For until judgment’s finalized
You’ll still have a choice

Without a wedding garment
You’ll not be found in heaven
For a robe of righteousness
Is what each soul is given
The character of Christ—
Is the invitation key
The work of the Holy Spirit
Continual surrender by you and me.

~ Maureen LeFanue ~

I SEE HIM EVERYWHERE

I was talking to a friend one day as we walked along our way. We talked about politics and religion, you know to pass the time of day.

He said I've been a believer most of my life and I thank the Lord for my family and my wife.

One thing I might say Less I hesitate. I wonder what his face looks like you know because he is so great.

I turned around and looked my friend in the eyes and said I see his face everyday on this earth and in the sky.

I see him in my family and my friends. I see him in the night sky and the stars that never end.

I see him on the mountains and out across the sea.

When I look in the mirror I see him. I think he looks a little like me.

I see him in the summer and the winter snow blowing in the wind.

Yes I guess I'm lucky for I am just a man. I'm not worthy of his many blessings. He saved me by the nail holes in his hands.

My Friend looked at me and said I guess your right. His face is all around us in the day and in the night.

There is no picture that can hold him because he is just too great.

Look around and you will see him , please look before its too late.

By: R.W. Carey

IF I JUST REACH MY HAND OUT

If I just reach my hand out
Will you pull me back in?
Into your heart, in mine
Not a cloud of doubt
Just care
Compassion and
Truth
We'll let in

Love needs no entrance
Each path will it lead
Give the light, a slight glance
A little faith, a little trust, that's
All
We need

We fell once, it was painful indeed
But both are we strong
He knows we can succeed
Give me
Your hand
We'll make the leap
We'll sing the song
Help is near, This
Won't last too long
In seconds
With love
All hurt
Will be
Gone

Katharine Hunley
Pennsylvania, USA

HIS LOVE

A thousand stars rush across the sky,
Their brilliance quieting all below in awe,
The darkness of the firmament in reply,
Deepest blue around the heavens,

His love brought us home,
He died on the Cross for you and I,
You never more need feel alone,
With heaven's king by your side,

The spirits fly across the deep,
Water below them moving quietly,
Rippling waves the distance keep,
Greatest blue beyond the mountains,

He gave his life for us,
Suffered much to save our souls,
His last breath was given up,
To the heavenly Father he adores,

Angels fly from end to end,
The heaven bright and clear for all to see,
Blessings our Saviour gave to send,
His grace poured out for us freely,

His love was greater than anyone's,
Save for his loving Father,
He rose again to life,
His word to last for ever after.

© Chris Agar

Inspired while watching the activity going on in a large group of flowers. It reminded me of when we give our lives to CHRIST we become one with Him as a part of the body of CHRIST, each person having a different but special purpose. Romans 12:4 + on; 1 Cor. 12:12 + on.

THE BODY IS LIKE A FLOWER

Look at the flower,
it's beauty unseen.
Hour by hour,
some nurture, some clean.
Some buzz and some fly,
some hover and sing.
Some, beauty to eye,
and some even sting.
They nurture with care
and joyfully sing,
Look at this flower
we nurtured this spring.
It's colors so bold,
some think it's odd.
It's colors unfold,
the glory of God.
Look at the body,
much like the flower.
When it is ready,
bloomed for the hour.
Nurture His body
for all that's unseen.
We are the body,
let's nurture,
let's clean.

Ken Pittington
Inwood, West Virginia

Here are three poems of inspiration written by M. Rrautenbach, South Africa

THE TIME IS NOW

What will you do when the lord walks upon the earth today?
Are you ready to leave your things behind and obey?
Give your everything, your life to the Lord,
And let him knight you into his army with his sword!

Let all of us not be ashamed, nor grow weary,
But follow Jesus Christ with passion in our hearts!
Go and fight for what is right, and stop doing wrong,
Cause then you may ask in Jesus name that he can make you strong…

So you can stand for his glory and lift his name up high,
That every non believer sees the Lord through your eyes,
And start to cry,
Cry for the glory of his name, that his Kingdom come…

Call upon all your friends and neighbours
Let us stand together as a nation of God
With his name written in our hearts,
In every city of every country of every nation
So come on people, believe today and make a proclamation

Make the lord Jesus Christ your friend today
And see how your life changes, so I beg of you now
Go down on your knees and pray,
In front of God, every tongue will confess,
Every knee will bow

As he is the mighty king, he owes us one thing,
That is judgment, he will most definitely bring
Do not hesitate, please do not wait
It might just be too late!


M. Rrautenbach, South Africa
October 2008


MY PRAYER TO MY SAVIOUR

As I look up to the sky…
My heart just wants to cry
When I think of what the LORD has done for me…
So that I can be free!
Giving up HIS own life…
So I can be with HIM…

So as I look up to the sky…
And see the big moon
I know that my JESUS is coming soon…
The promise HE made on the cross,
That day…
Is there forever to stay!

So as I look up to the sky…
And see all the bright stars,
Right there next to Mars…
I know the LORD is looking down at me,
Saying you can be free,
Cause my love for you is so much,
The devil will never get in touch!

So as I look up to the sky…
And see all the birds fly,
I know my GOD is near,
And I need not fear..,
Cause forever HE will be here!


To the glory of GOD almighty
Amen.

M. Rrautenbach, South Africa
OCTOBER 2008


MY DEAR GOD

I miss you like the desert misses the rain
When will you come rescue me from the earthly pain?

As I struggle through my troubled life
And see my country taking a dive,
I must stop looking at what the government say and do
Rather focus on where I’m going to!

I’m quick to call upon your name when in need of food,
But keen to forget who you are when times are good!
So help me God, to pray for this nation,
That there can be a great salvation..

Let us call upon your name,
Without being ashame,
So that you holy ghost flow through this land..
To the very end of the ocean’s sand

Let us shout your name from the highest mountains
That it can be heard through all the fountains

And that once again, we can stand as a Godly nation
Fighting for your name,
And not our own fame!

So help me God, pray for this nation,
That you can bring a great salvation!

Amen!

M. Rrautenbach, South Africa
September 2008

….I feared that happiness will never find me

I closed my eyes and started to dream of how my life could be, without the tears, the lonely nights
I feared that happiness would never find me
So I started to look for that love you hear about in fairy tale happy endings.
I poured out my love, my faith, my soul, but my heart always came back emptyWhen love was really just lust, and I realized men you just can’t trust-
there is no love, or happy endings. Just happy days waiting for the clouds to pass over the sunshine to bring rain my way
And when it rains, it pours, down my cheeks and onto my pillow.
I closed my eyes and started to dream about how my life could be, without the tears the lonely nights
I feared that happiness would never find me.
When I opened my eyes I realized that I had been looking in all the wrong places-at all the wrong faces,
instead of looking for Him I looked in the mirror and found that happiness starts from within.
And as soon as I stopped looking for that love I never could find, You found me and made me feel that happiness that was missing inside.

Natascha Harris

Richmond, VA

GOD'S GRACE

God's grace is sufficient for thee.
And we all need to see
That God is here every day
And He will show us the way

For us He died
As He cried
On that awesome cross
And He's here as our Host.

We need to see
And let our fears flee.
Lay them down
And do not frown.

Show others that life
Is better with Christ.
Even if they don't believe,
Show them what you receive.
For sometimes actions
Are better than words.

God's grace is sufficient for thee.
We should show others what we see,
For God is in you and in me.
And perhaps they shall also see.

C.J. Quiambao,
ON, CA

WE WAIT FOR YOU JESUS

The pain is never ending
will it ever go,
in my heart the sun it shines
yet in my mind its snows,

I feel you in the ether
I see your wonder-us works
yet my gracious father
the pain, it still hurts,

will you ever clothe me
as the lily's of the field
when i call you father
your child, a child in need,

as the tears leave my eyes
and the thoughts they fade away
will you as my heart cries out
comfort us this day.


come save us lord as we call your name
come save us as we cry,
come save us lord so your lost maybe found
come save us lord this day,

the weak they wither as the strong they gorge
this world you gave to all,
come my father gather your flock
let the mighty fall,

take the chains from the innocent,
as they scream your name
comfort those who pain for you
pawns in tyrants games,

come save us lord we call to you
we cry since time began
truth and grace we ask from you
guide us mere man.

Les Tallon-Morris
South Wales, Uk

Here are five wonderful Christian poems written by Belinda van Rensburg:

VOICES

From the ashes of time I can hear hollow laughter,
calling me, calling me, to the hereafter.
Forgotten voices and vile lying tongues,
who penned morals tainted by God's fallen sons.

Empty it rings in the stillness of night,
whilst soft blackened velvet helps shadow the Light.
Curling, unfurling, gray fingers of vice,
destroying my life with their evil advice.

Temptation in wrappers with bright shiny strings,
and wooed by the words of the songs Satan sings.
Believing lies tasting like sweet candy floss;
no time for regrets and eternally lost.

by Belinda van Rensburg


NEON LIGHTS

Neon lights, beckoning, inviting,
souls to come over to play.
Promising something exciting,
if one should stray their way.

Look at their bright colors flashing;
pretty they are to behold.
Twisting and turning in patterns quite dashing,
but now only half the story's been told.

When the sun comes up and lightens the sky
and shines brightly in the day,
they look quite tacky as they flicker and die;
as their neon lives fade away.

The snares that they set for souls during the night
have trapped the unwary in sin,
but everything is now exposed by the Light
and many regret the big mess they are in.

The pleasures they tasted now empty and gone,
and so too their morals and money,
but others still crave all that jaded old 'fun',
returning at night when it's no longer sunny.

Oh! Pretty lights, you flash and you flicker
during the nights to make lost souls sicker.
Lead them to drink, to gamble and more -
is that what you look so beautiful for?

Belinda van Rensburg


CHILD OF THE NIGHT

Oh, child of sorrows and of the night,
in empty darkness you've been bound tight -
with ropes and chains you can't even see
and you're struggling and falling and trying to flee.
You're living a lie; it's all a grand show,
but around and around in circles you go.
Dear one – all alone and eternally doomed
don't you know that Death can come all too soon?

Oh, child of the night turn your face to the Light -
and make your life through Jesus Christ right.
From chains, pain and darkness forever be free
to one day partake of the life-giving tree.
Your quest for the truth has now come to an end,
for in heaven you have the King as a friend.
He's been calling your name since the day you were born;
He can heal your heart that's been battered and torn.

Oh, children of joy, of peace and of Light,
accepted, forgiven and filled with Christ's might -
set free by His Blood to live, laugh and love,
to be wise as serpents yet gentle as doves.
Fearlessly standing when all seems to be lost;
not caring what following Jesus might cost.
We belong to our Father, the Ancient of Days,
who sent us His Spirit to teach us His ways.

Belinda van Rensburg


TEACH ME

Touch me, Spirit; teach me -
to walk in all God's ways.
Open my eyes and help me see,
God's plan for me this day.

Touch my soul and heal me,
cleanse my thoughts and mind.
God's child I always want to be,
since I'm no longer blind.

Teach me how to love You;
to obey all Your commands.
Teach me to love others too,
for this You do demand.

Teach me to forgive; forget,
and teach me these things, too;
to have faith and not to fret,
but to put my trust in You.

Teach me to turn the other cheek;
to not repay wrong for a wrong.
Teach me to be gentle; meek;
to know in Jesus I am strong.

Teach me how to seek Your Face,
and how to listen to Your Voice.
Then, when Satan gives me chase,
I'll make the correct choice.

Teach me to accept Your will,
even when I don't understand.
Teach me when to remain still,
and when to make a stand.

Teach me to walk in all Your ways;
to be obedient to You.
Then I can serve You all my days,
and reach out to others too.

Belinda van Rensburg


PEERLESS PRINCE OF PEACE

Jesus, Peerless Prince of Peace,
bearer of our iniquities.
Man of sorrows and of pain,
yet without blemish, sin or stain.

The One Who broke death's darkest curse,
and saved us from a fate far worse
than what mere humans could conceive,
or with their mortal eyes perceive.

You are the one and only Son
of the I AM; the Holy One.
Jesus, Peerless Prince of Peace;
the One Who Was, will Be and Is.

Belinda van Rensburg

Here are five thoughtful poems written by Mark Mexcur from Michigan:

THE CRY OF YOUR CHILD

At dawn I cry to be held
My cry You have heard
Gently You lift my head
You caress my hair, You are mine
My daddy You bless me with kisses
You put me back down, but You never leave the room
I cry out at noonday for food
You have heard my cry
Your hand is outstretched to me
In Your hand are many nourishments
You sustain my soul
You provide all my needs "Jahovah Jirrah"
I cry to be heard in the world so large
Your ear is turned to me, You hear my cry
You know the ones whom are Yours
I cry for help where is my protector
My cry doesn't go unanswered
You have sent Your Holy Spirit, who will never let me go
I cry in triumph for You have delivered me oh Righteous One
from myself!!

Mark Mexcur, Michigan


GIVE ME STRENGTH

Give me strength for I am weak
My eyes off You I sink to the deep
Your grasp is all that keeps me up
My faith waning, forgetting, close to giving up
Peace be still upon my waters You speak
As I rise from the deep, Your ways I seek
A newness of direction
A road to perfection
Oh the splendor of Your ways they speak
The narrow road my soul to keep
So now from deserts to waters
From barren lands to sons and daughters
The wonderful perfection of your ways
Is my strong tower oh Ancient of Days

Mark Mexcur, Michigan


YOU ARE WONDERFUL TO ME MY GOD

You are wonderful to me my God
Your righteousness is beautiful to me
The path you lead me in is hard but fair
Your example is unfailing
Your love is real ,to you I will appeal
Though the path ahead is dark as night
Your light shines bright and on wings I take flight
The realness of your grace
Shines true through your glorious face
I run the race no question of my place
My place is in Your hand
In You I take my stand
Though death seems to overcome me
I see the gift given on that tree
The gift that brings death to life
The gift that allows me to take flight
The victorious overcommer
The one who keeps me from slumber
Oh great Holy One
I thank You for what You have done
To me Your law is peace
To You I lay my burdens oh the release
The essence of Your unfailing love
Takes my anxieties to the heavens on wings like a doves
Your passion for mankind
Gives me peace of mind
The stillness You allow
Is my healing and to You God I bow
As the end draws near
In You I hide I will not fear
Though the world around me wails
I have peace knowing Your love never fails
I kiss the Son
I praise You for all You have done
My maker, the One who has planned my life
written it like a book with stone paper
Lord of all creation to You I lift my hands oh Lord of the Nations!!

Mark Mexcur, Michigan


HIS LOVE

Of Your love oh God let me eat
Let me hunger for it no longer
Let me taste of Your Holiness
In it let me be filled
Let me meditate in it oh God
Leave me not in my hunger
My cry is for Your prescence oh God
My longing for your touch
When I am full let me lie down
Let me wash my weary soul in Your waters oh God
Let my weak bones find strength
Heal my thirsting spirit oh God
Quench my eternal yearn

Mark Mexcur, Michigan


THE SEAS OF LIFE

I was drifting alone on the seas of life
There was so much anguish, so much strife
There seemed no map to give me direction
I was blinded by my own imperfections
I remembered the day I set sail
How I knew from the start the voyage was doomed to fail
I can remember my boat all shiny and new
That was before the storms of life they blew
You see it wasn't long
Before things began to go wrong
The rudder seemed fine
But it was like a light that could not shine
Without one to turn it
It was like a candle without one to light the fire and burn it
Without the captain to lead the way
To turn my rudder and calmly say:
"Peace be still"
"I wish not your soul to kill"
"Even in the storms of life "
"Even in the anguish and strife"
"I watch over your boat"
"I allow it to float"
"I blow wind into your sails"
"I am the lighthouse in the dark when all else fails"
"It may seem on the rocks you will be crashed"
"Just give me control and I will save you from being smashed"
"I came to seek and save the lost"
"The one's who's saving came at a great cost"
"I will give you direction on high seas"
"Just bring me your wants and desires on your knees"
"No storm is too big for Me to calm"
"I am God and you I hold in my palm"
"So now to you I give my navigator"
"Not to run your boat as a dictator"
"He will bring peace to your waters"
"He will bless your sons and daughters"
"He will guide around storms"
"All types of miracles on the ocean He performs"
"As you reach the distant shores"
"You see it was your boat He really adores"
All praise be to the captain of my life
To the one who puts an end to all anguish and strife
All praise be to the lighthouse keeper
To the one who has waken me from being the sleeper
All praise be to the one who guides
For it is on your waves that my boat glides
As I dwell on the waters of joy
In your wil will I always employ!!

Mark Mexcur, Michigan

INFINITE GRACE

I was six feet underground,
Worms and darkness - there was no sound.
I could not breathe, eat or drink,
I couldn't move, speak, or even think.

In a moment, in an instance, Someone came,
I heard a voice, that Someone, calling my name.
He said, "Come forth! Arise!",
And that is when His power opened up my eyes.

I struggled to crawl up out of the dark pit,
But there was no room for me to move: stand or sit.
With feeble strength, the walls I did press,
I called out to the Someone, "Save me!!", in my distress.

All of a sudden, I felt a tugging on my hand,
I was pulled upwards, through dirt, dust and sand.
In a dizzying burst of speed, I was brought out of the ground,
I knew I was no longer lost, but found.

I tried to look up, but there was too much blazing light,
No matter where I turned my head; up, down, to the left, or to the right.
But right in the center of my weak vision,
Was the Someone; He was awaiting my decision.

Somehow I knew, the decision was already made,
I knew I had a debt, but now it was paid.
The Someone took me in a strong, but gentle, embrace,
And tears rolled down my cheeks as I considered this One's grace.

He spoke three words; three words I'll never forget:
"Come, Follow Me" - and from then on my path was set.
Who is this One, who raised me from the grave?
The One whose words and voice I do crave?
He is my LORD Jesus, my God, and my King,
And forever and ever, of His infinite grace I will sing.

Steve Mathews
New York, USA

Here are two interesting and thought-provoking poems written by Juanita DeHart

WONDERFUL WEAVER

Peace and pain have blended well
To weave a consecrated veil.
Theses threads discretely intertwine,
Creating God’s contoured design.

They elegantly cloak my soul
As one fine garment which extols
High praises to applaud my King,
For cloths that calm and chaos brings.

My drapery of woe and mirth
Exceeds earth’s estimated worth.
For both have birthed the excellence
Of Hope’s eternal opulence.

Love’s fingers formed this tapestry...
Shaped it like Him, then covered me.

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"And provide for those who grieve in Zion -
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes, the oil of gladness
instead of mourning, and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair."
Isaiah 61:3a NIV

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Juanita DeHart
Houston , TX


DANCING ON THE BREEZE

Upon the blue sky draped with clouds
There flies our banner strong and proud.
It shimmers graceful in the wind
Reminding us of where we've been.
With flowing strips of red and white,
On background blue, our stars shine bright.

It speaks of life though some were slain;
The battles fought were not in vain.
Through blood and prayerful teardrops shed,
On hostile soil were sorrows tread...
Grace guards this land and faith remains,
To mend our wounds and heal our pains.

America assailed and won
By boldly glorifying One
Who signed and sealed our destiny
With crimson ink on Calvary.
In God We Trust, let come what may,
His Love has blessed the U.S.A.

Thanksgiving lifts this nation's eyes
As Heaven helps us realize...
No flag has borne such spiteful scars
For independence wrought through wars.
Yet dancing on the breeze it sings,
"Sweet Liberty! Let freedom ring!"

Juanita DeHart
Houston , TX

KNOCK, KNOCK

Knock, Knock Who could it be
A Man is Knocking, at My Door for Me
He’s Knocking, so that He may come inside
but My house is dirty, I’ll just run and hide
Knock, Knock, Here He comes again
Who is this Man Could He be a Friend
Knock, Knock, He comes by here everyday
I wonder what He wants…
I wonder what He will say
I know He’s Knocking, at My door for Me
but I’m afraid to open it
I’m ashamed of what He might see
He might see that empty beer can
That was left last night
He might see that dress in the closet
That’s too short and too tight
He might smell smoke lingering from Yesterday
He might hear those bad words...I sometimes say
He might not like me...once He comes inside
but I’m tired of running…I can no longer hide
Knock, Knock…It’s Jesus Christ He comes inside

Rolinda’s Inspirations ©


PRAYING WITH YOU

As I began to start my day
A vision of you past my way
I called on the Master way up high
For His Mercy and Grace to be by your side

I asked Him to lift that burden
The one you carry around
The one you’re constantly worrying about
That’s sometimes gets you down

I asked The Lord to help you
Because I know He could
He just that kind of Father
He’s Majestic, Merciful and Good

So be encouraged My Dearest Sister
For the Lord will see you through
And there’s one more thing you need to know
I’ll be Praying with You…

Rolinda’s Inspirations ©

Here is a poem written in a unique
way that invites your participation.

Here are Five poems of inspiration written and submitted by 22 year old Sulekha Esther Rathnam from India.

PRAYER

Be thou O Lord my every thought,
In waking or in sleep.

Be thou O Lord my only song,
Through both joy and grief.

Naught be thou far from me, Lord
Or life will sinful be.

But be thou O Lord by my side,
Till one day heaven I reach.

Sulekha Esther Rathnam
May 2008
India

GIFT

Thou sent thine only son, a sinless lamb, a curse for me to suffer,
For in thy great mercy thou makest a plan, new life for me to offer.

That Holy lamb upon the tree, thy wrath was forced to feel,
And unworthy me, by belief in thee, received salvations seal.

That day t’was marked by darkness bright and yet a complete delight,
For sinful man was freed from sin, hell no longer his only plight.

If my life be the only gift, worthy to be given thee,
Then sweet my Lord, take my life, this mine only plea.

Sulekha Esther Rathnam
May 2008
India

HIS NAME

O the name of Jesus, how blessed it is,
In thy sorrow, great joy it gives.

That name so powerful, all sin forgives,
And to lost sinners, new life it gives.

His name though old, no power shall lose,
For by it people still life will choose.

So sing that name forever more,
Until you reach His heavenly shore.

And even in heaven above,
His name will always ring of love.

As sweet as heaven will prove to be,
His name will still far sweeter be.

Sulekha Esther Rathnam
June 2008
India
 

ESTHER

Esther was but a pretty young maid,
When the king’s men, her city did raid.

All the kings’ men, many women did take
For Queen Vashi indeed made a mistake.

Vashi’s grave mistake, cost her, her crown,
And young pretty Esther was soon brought to town.

The women from Susa, the Kings heart were to win,
But pretty young Esther, sent the king’s heart for a spin.

Young Esther was given the big golden crown,
While Queen Vashi’s great folly won her a frown.

Both Vashi and Esther were beautiful indeed,
But Esther more loved, for her brave deed.

Hearing her people were to be put to the knife,
Queen Esther went to the throne, no fear for her life.

Riches and Honour she was ready to forsake,
For her great peoples lives were at stake.

She spoilt her dear Lord with food and wine,
And even asked wicked Haman to come dine.

The King and Haman were both satisfied,
And the Queens heart was soon gratified.

The King with great love, half his kingdom did offer,
But Esther only pleaded for the Jews not to suffer.

The King her humble demand did meet,
But his great wrath against Haman did heat.

Haman was made to hang on the gallows,
While the Jews fate, rose from the shallows.

The Jews were saved and their Honour restored,
For on Esther, God this great task had bestowed.

Sulekha Esther Rathnam
June 2008
India
 

PAUL

Have you heard about the man named Paul?
Who was obedient and very true to his call?

A man of great faith and an apostle was he,
For our dear Lord in him a faithful servant did see.

Saul a fervent Jew, didn’t live for our Lord,
At first, he spent his life persecuting our God.

In spite of his vile behavior and ugly zeal,
The Lord chose him, before him to kneel.

He went on his way to Damascus, Christians to jail,
But instead God met him half way, his plan to fail.

On his way to Damascus, from heaven great light did he see,
And he heard our dear Lord say, “Why do thou persecute me?”

On hearing the great voice, he realized God it was,
That moment, struck by blindness, his life came to a pause.

He was obedient to the voice and did what it said,
He rushed to Ananias, who laid hands on his head.

Ananias revealed to Saul, the plans of our God,
He told him he would now be an instrument for the Lord.

That day, with sight, was born a new man in Saul,
Now to the new world, better know as Paul.

His mission, no longer Christians to kill,
His only mission now Gentiles with Christ to fill.

He stayed true to his calling, right to the very end,
No ship wreck, no flogging, could make his mind bend.

Thus in vile Saul was born the great apostle Paul,
Amongst men of faith, even today he stands tall.

Sulekha Esther Rathnam
June 2008
India

Here are two poems on our relationship with God written and submitted by Jennifer Kulp.

CONVERSATION WITH GOD

"Jesus, where are you?"
I cried out to the Lord;
"Don’t you know I need you?
Don’t you love me anymore?"

"Please listen to me, daughter.
I am always here for you;
Yes I know you need me,
And do I love you? Yes I do."

"Then why is nothing happening?
Why am I still in pain?
Lord, why don’t you answer my prayer?
You said I’d have anything if I ask in your name?"

"May I ask, 'where is your faith?'
May I ask, 'do you not trust in Me?'
Am I a God too small for you,
That makes you not believe?"

"I’m sorry Lord for doubting.
My past sins made me this way;
I feel as though your punishing me,
And this is the price I must pay."

"I paid for your sins because I love you.
In your heart, you know I do;
Don’t punish yourself for what I’ve already done.
It was my desire to die for you."

"Just believe you are forgiven,
And I washed all your sins away;
Just believe I will help you,
And will always answer when you pray."

Jennifer Kulp


WHERE DO I FIND THE WORDS TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?

I was there; yet you did not see Me..
The times you did cry;
I wrapped you in My loving arms,
And wiped the tears from your eyes.

Every prayer - I heard, and answered
Every cry for help - I came;
I cast down all your enemies,
And brought them all to shame.

You are My beloved son
Whom I have set free;
I removed your chains of darkness
Because you believed in Me.

I Am in you, and ye in Me
None can take us apart;
Where are the words to express My love?
They are written on your heart.

Jennifer Kulp

ETERNITY IN HELL

I had died and my soul was brought before God
To be judged for the journey that I had trod.
The terrible truth about my life had finally hit
Concerning my journey and how my life was spent.

The Ten Commandments appeared before me one and all
I was asked one by one how I obeyed their beckoned call
The answers terrified me to my core
There was nothing hid standing on God’s floor.

I was asked one by one
About the deeds I had done
Did I obey God’s rules and law
Or did I forsake them one and all

I could plainly see the blasting fire from Hell
Eternity was here and to my knees I fell
I never shook so hard overcome by fear
It was too late to plead, judgment day was here

The beauty of Heaven was far beyond belief
There was joy everywhere, laughter no grief
Jesus appeared in front of me looking very sad
He said I loved you and gave to you all I had

I saw his scarred body which he sacrificed
For me to live in Heaven, He paid the awful price
Scars from spikes, spears, whips, thorns and such
To live with Him eternally he never asked for much

Just to love and obey Him was all I had to do
Not turn away from Him after all that He went through
I had plenty of time to pray, ask for forgiveness and repent
But I didn’t worry about my sinning and how my life was spent

I seldom took the time to pray and God would usually have to wait
Now it was my time to face God and learn of my fate
Though He searched and searched and searched once again
Finally He said, “my son, you know the wages for your sin”

Sadly God sentenced me to endless time, for eternity to dwell
For ever and ever and evermore I would be cast into Hell
Satan’s demonic laughter came from the lake of fire
Satan said you’re mine, I’ll torture you forever and never tire

No one will hear your pleading or listen to you pray
Your words will fall on deaf ears now, no matter what you say
Satan dragged me to Hell’s torturous eternal fire and smoke,
Crying, screaming, trembling, pleading to God, I awoke.

Bob Patterson
 

I WANT TO MEET THEM

when I die and go to see Jesus, so many others I want to meet
but will I recognize them, walking that golden street

are you Joseph, are you John, Peter, Thomas, or Michael,
watched n' guarded over me, when I was most fragile

I'll know those close to me, my family and dear friend
but I won't know the others, not being my next of kin

are you Paul, are you James, are you the Virgin Mary
I won't know them on sight, in my mind images vary

in God's time I'll meet them Solomon, David, and Ruth,
Moses, and Aaron, those who sought to record his truth

yes - I'll be there among them and there won't be a tear
Angels flying all around to chase away doubt and fear

the biggest surprise is that they want to meet me too
cause my simple life was not lived in vain
the value to God of just one human soul
is like the engine that pulls the train

Oh - Glorious Day

Bruce D Sparks 4-08
Arizona

GUIDE ME ALONG THE WAY

You've shown me what I need to do,
Now it's time for me to let go.
My old ways are in the past,
The new ones in a distant glow.

I can't do this myself
for my whole life you've been by my side.
I need to look toward the future,
and learn to drop my pride.

After all you've done for me,
How could I do what I've done to you?
But you still love me,
and you understand what I've been through.

I can't wait to spend eternity
in your loving arms.
With you leading the way,
This world can do me no harm.

You're my Lord, and you're my Savior,
and I praise you every day.
And I pray to you now Lord,
Please show me the way.

Amber Catlin, Michigan

BELIEVE

Life is full of choices
You might choose not to believe
and by the devil you'll be deceived.
You can choose to believe,
and with open arms He'll receive
you, and stay with you forever.

Broad is the way to hell
which many people travel.
The devil is out to get you
but tell the devil "No."

Narrow is the gate to heaven,
so in Jesus you must trust.
He'll stay with you forever,
If you believe in Him.

Carina Q.
Ontario, CA

My name is Chim Okecha. I am a young Nigerian Christian from Lagos/Nigeria. Here is my poem:

BAREFOOTED
 
Amid a tempting generation
Is the presence of extreme desecration
History beckons on history
Evil now occupies mans memory
Where is love?
Where is peace?
What has affected mankind like a disease
In the land, I search for purification
Only to behold with mine eyes
"Moral degradation"
I weep, I wail, I think, I am pale
For to mankind I ask, "Which Creator do you now hail"
Pestilence, Hatred, Wickedness
Are elevated in today's presence
Mankind has adopted treason
And as such, no longer reasons
Upon those concrete issues that create joy within
They now serve a god called "money"
Upon this noble earth are ignominious deaths
of people who were stars at birth
Where is the sacredness of human life
God Almighty established us in beautification
And now, man says no to sanctification
What a shame!
Who do we blame?
Millions struggle and hustle without aim
Life! Oh Life! Is surely vain
I wander out of my state of boredom
And ask,
Why have we devalued our values?
Why has man left out the Holy tracks?
Where are the traces of love?
Where are the traces of hope?
Why is mankind
"BAREFOOTED".

Chim Okecha

 Here are two companion poems about Mary Magdalene written by Lanette Kissel.

MARY MAGDALENE
A SECOND CHANCE

It seems public opinion has turned against me.
I have had time to contemplate
The way I have lived my life, the mistakes I have made…
My offenses are far too great.

The people no longer trust me.
They are all too willing to attest
That an evil spirit lives within me
And that I must be demon possessed.

One day a man named Jesus came to our village
And He took notice of me.
He spoke but one single command
And from my demons I was set free.

I looked up at this mysterious Man
As tears of relief I did cry.
He gently helped me to my feet
And He actually looked me in the eye.

Usually in my encounters with men
I was made to feel nothing but shame.
They looked at me as if they had done nothing wrong
And that I was the one to blame.

But He did not look at me with contempt or disgust.
His eyes were caring and forgiving.
He told me He had given me a second chance
To change the life I had been living.

Note: I based this poem upon the verse from Luke chapter 8, verse 2.

Lanette Kissel


MARY MAGDALENE
FOR A WOMAN LIKE ME AT THE FOOT OF HIS CROSS

I listen in horror to the Apostles' accounts
Of what happened at Gethsemane,
That night when the soldiers arrested Jesus
And the Apostles were forced to flee.

Now we stand on the fringes of the crowd
And watch this mockery of a trial proceed.
How can they think of condemning this Man
Who holds the answer to their every need?

How can it be possible for His ministry of mercy
To simply be ending like this?
And why is it that I keep imagining
That I hear a nearby serpent's hiss?

Standing with His mother, I watch His torture,
My heart broken and filled with dread.
I long to run to His side and wipe the blood
From His precious thorn encircled head.

I shudder with every lash of the whip,
Every nail that is hammered into place,
As I witness His suffering and agony.
It is reflected in His eyes and upon His face.

I fall to my knees and gaze up at Him
As He hangs upon His cross.
I pray for a quick end to His suffering,
Wondering how I can survive His loss.

Father, I know the life I used to live
Was extremely offensive to Thee.
Why is your perfect Son hanging there, Lord,
When it should have been me?

I will never understand what He did for me
Or why He was willing to sacrifice
To pay for the many sins of a woman like me.
Yet He was willing to pay the ultimate price.

Lanette Kissel

CAN IT BE TRUE?

The author of the following poem states that "My poem, 'My Sins No Dark Comparing' was written to be sung. A tune that goes well with it is 'Herzlich tut mich' by Hans L. Hassler, 1601. The tune is used in some hymn books under the title, 'O Sacred Head, Now Wounded.'  Note that the last verse is of a different meter and thus is left out when sung."

MY SINS NO DARK COMPARING

My sins no dark comparing
Its weight my soul loathed bear,
And in the dark despairing
Of help that could be there.
This life so filled with sorrow
With grief from troubles be,
With no hope for tomorrow
All effort vanity.

There must be more to being
Than pleasures, pain and strife,
And all the evil seeing
In such a fleeting life.
Inside me anger festered.
How could such justice be?!
My life so sorely pestered
From so much misery.

So for my death awaited,
Eternal death my dread;
God and His justice hated
For all my works were dead.
But hard I read the Scripture
In Romans chapter one.
In it I found the answer
On justice that was done.

The Gospel is God’s power
To save those who believe,
And in my darkest hour
God’s justice there perceived.
No work of reparation
Can man pay for his sin.
It’s Christ’s propitiation
By grace through faith in Him.

My sins no dark comparing
Its weight for joy he bear,
And from the cross declaring
“It’s done” my sins not there!
This life still has its sorrows
With grief from troubles be,
But in the man of sorrows
He bore them all for me.

There is much more to being
Than pleasures, pain and strife,
And all the evil seeing
Pale to eternal life.
Inside me love is forming.
How could such justice be?!
My life was so deforming,
But justice rescued me.

So now my death awaited,
Eternal life begins,
And to the God once hated
I go to be with Him.
The just live by faith only
In Christ their pardon won.
Way chosen of God solely
His justice this Way done!

“A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Savior He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.”
Sin, death, devil — foes,
Sustained fatal blow;
On Golgotha’s cross,
For them the battle lost.
God’s justice everlasting.

Larry Alan Merck
Indiana, USA