This page will be for random bits of poetry and prose that I've written. Though I am in no wise some great poet, I still enjoy recording the little pieces that do come to me. Some are just simple little verses about random subjects; some have seemed to be given to me as special gifts from the Lord to comfort me during a certain situation - these are deeply meant from my heart.
Either way, I hope they give you a bit of enjoyment or encouragement!
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Two blessings for "my boys and girls" - my dear friends in the Lord, who He has given me such a feeling of love and a huge desire of good for.
This poem came from the depths of my soul, as I plead for the salvation of some loved ones. Stanzas six was written in faith, with the promise in mind of stanza five.
For my friends, my brothers and sisters, other believers.
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http://picturesofgreatbritain.blogspot.com/2010/03/between-rock-hard-place.html
I wrote this short verse after musing on the beautiful picture at the link above.
March 16, 2010Either way, I hope they give you a bit of enjoyment or encouragement!
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Two blessings for "my boys and girls" - my dear friends in the Lord, who He has given me such a feeling of love and a huge desire of good for.
June 22, 2008
The Lord shine on thee, my son,
The Lord make thee wise, as the serpent, who chooseth carefully his path...
The Lord make thee gentle, as the dove, which lighteth upoh a flower stem...
The Lord make thee strong, as the ox, who persevereth in his task...
The Lord make thee loyal, as the hound, which leavceth not his master's side...
The Lord make thee beautiful, as the horse, who is wild and free...
The Lord make thee bold, as the lion, which is king over all.
May the Lord bless thee with His peace,
surround thee with His presence,
fill thee with His praise,
and strengthen thee with His power.
May He rain on all your fields,
or send sunshine...
May He remove all your mountains,
or help you them to climb.
The Lord watch thee and keep thee,
and bless thee, His child, and mine.
June 25, 2008
"The Lord bless thee and keep thee
The Lord make His face
to shine upon thee
The Lord lift up His countenance
upon thee
and be gracious unto thee
and give thee peace."
The Lord make thee wild...
and tame.
The Lord make thee dangerous...
and safe.
The Lord make thee meek...
and bold.
Angry...
and forgiving.
Fierce...
and gentle.
And weak...
and strong.
The Lord love thee.
Amen.
~~~~~ This poem came from the depths of my soul, as I plead for the salvation of some loved ones. Stanzas six was written in faith, with the promise in mind of stanza five.
December 5, 2007
I walk to and fro, in the black of the night
and all for my guidance, just one flick'ring light.
The stillness complete,
It is errily silent
As I pace back and forth, and pray for a pilot.
So weep, all you mothers, oh weep now for me,
for my children are lost, on a dark lonely sea.
It's the deep dead of winter, and what for despair?
My tears all fall frozen, is spring still out there?
The hail - thickly coming,
I feel the deep cold
And my numb hands relax, but they desperately hold.
So weep all you sisters, oh weep now for me,
for my brothers are lone, on an icey blank sea.
The heat's now o'erpow'ring and I fall to my knees
It's too stifling for movement; only breaths of a breeze.
The air thick and heavy
It's so hard to breathe
How still and how deadly, Dear Lord! Hear me please!
So weep all you brothers, oh weep now for me,
for my sisters are long, on a scorching hot sea.
No shelter, no refuge; no safety from storm
has that ship - in such peril - but as yet kept from harm.
The angry waves swelling
Hear the thunder loud roll
My God up in Heaven! Please keep the ship whole!
So weep all you fathers, oh weep now for me
for my children are listless, on a terrible sea.
"Dear child I am with them, so be not dismayed.
Though the ship may be broken, the souls can be saved.
My Mercy Amazing
Is rich and so good.
My Word creates beauty, in even a flood.
So listen My child, oh listen to Me,
I'm the Master o'er men, and over the sea."
In my heart there's rejoicing, the storm now is past;
the winter is over, and spring's here at last
The night no more dark
neither's day filled with heat.
My prayers all were answered, now I fall at His feet.
So sing all you Christians! Oh sing now for me
for my dear ones are safe Home, from out on sin's sea!
~~~~~For my friends, my brothers and sisters, other believers.
February 22, 2010
Listen to my heart kind Jesus -
loving Brother.
My lips are dumb, they do not know
what to say.
My soul is full of words and worries
but my mouth knows not
how to pray.
But my heart knows.
So listen to my heart.
My brothers and sisters are worried
and worn.
They're tired from fighting -
I love them so!
But how do I ask, how do I pray
the concerns for them inside me?
There are no words in my language
that would express my love, my concern.
But my heart knows
another language.
Listen to my heart.
Spirit of Light and Love,
the Great Interpreter,
I know You hear. Even if
You are silent.
If someone is silent,
they are listening -
or thinking.
Listen to my heart
Be softened by it's crying.
Open up the way
for blessings abundant.
Listen to my heart.
http://picturesofgreatbritain.blogspot.com/2010/03/between-rock-hard-place.html
I wrote this short verse after musing on the beautiful picture at the link above.
"The sands of time are ever gath'ring -
The clouds of mem'ry sweeping thru.
Only constant is the Rock of Ages,
the great I Am stays always true."
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The poem below came from some of my musings after watching a certain movie, and being greatly burdened over the soul condition of the actors.
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The poem below came from some of my musings after watching a certain movie, and being greatly burdened over the soul condition of the actors.
December 21, 2009
"What of this world can tempt a soul to turn it's back on God?
What reward is to be gained by tramping earthly sod?
I, for one, look to the sky where is my truthful home -
My thoughts fly up on misty wings, amongst the heights to roam.
Why is such import put upon a fragile crown of gold?
Or, even more, upon men's praise which falters, then grows old?
What, dear soul? Doest thou not hear the weeping of the Lamb?
Dear Adonai, Jehovah God, our Lord, the great I AM?
'Twas just for YOU He shed that blood, more precious than rarest jewel!
Only for YOUR sake He died, and paid that price so cruel.
Now will you turn your back on Him - the One Who gave you life?
And choose instead this world below of anger, pain, and strife?!
Oh foolish heart! Oh poor lost soul! There is yet now still chance
to turn from ill, to turn to God, and with joy in heart - to dance!"
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The story of this poem is very long. Suffice it to say, I struggled for a long time with the question of whether anyone really benefited from my existence. This poem is the answer.
"I Have Not Lived In Vain"
If I can be a servant
along life's dusty road,Or ease a heavy burden,
or share a traveler's load,
If I have loved the friendless
or soothed a burning pain,
My life has not been wasted,
And I have not lived in vain.
If I have caused one face to smile
where once was only tears,
Or lifted up a heavy heart
burdened down by mirthless years,
If I can to a desert soul
be a cool and lovely rain,
Then my life has not been wasted,
And I have not lived in vain.
If I can to a sad heart bring
the hope of joy and peace,
Or from the wicked sin-stained chains
a prisoner release,
If I can to a searching soul
make the path to Heaven plain,
My life will not be wasted,
And I have not lived in vain.
If maybe to a dreamer's heart
a companion I can be,
And maybe share with them a sight
that only dreamers see,
Or if I can catch a falling star-
set it in the sky again-
Then my life has not been wasted,
And I have not lived in vain.
If I look back at what I've done
all through the years,
And think of one place, along the road,
where I've helped to lessen tears
Or I see the footprints of a soul
who I've helped the Way to gain,
My life has not been wasted,
And I HAVE NOT LIVED IN VAIN!
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