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. Stanza 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 leaveth 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. Stanza 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!"
~~~~~
Dec. 3, 2009
"Where the Weak Ones Belong"
"Where the Weak Ones Belong"
I thought I was just a 'nothing',
my burdens held me down.
Sometimes I'd start to wonder
if I could ever win a crown.
I'd raise my hands and lift my face,
and look up to the sky.
But then I'd stop 'cause I felt ashamed
of the tears I'd start to cry.
But Jesus said
It's not the mighty in their own strength
that are the ones I can use.
It's the little guys, the misfits,
and the ones who always lose.
When you're at your lowest point,
that's when I can make you strong.
Rest assured you'll fit right in -
where the weak ones 'belong'.
You say that you're not talented,
you have no gifts to give.
It's difficult to just get by -
life's hard enough to live.
That's alright. Don't give up.
Jesus has something for you.
Don't worry about your 'nothingness' -
you're the kind that He works through.
God used a young shepherd boy
to bring a giant to the ground.
He used a couple preachin' fishermen
to turn the world upside down!
He Himself came to the earth,
as just a little babe.
What more do you need
to prove that He
can work through you someway?!
Jesus says
It's not the mighty in their own strength
that are the ones He can use.
It's the little guys, the misfits,
and the ones who always lose.
When you're at your lowest point,
that's when the Father makes you strong.
And you'll just fit right in -
where the weak ones 'belong'.
Praise God I fit right in -
where the weak ones 'belong'.
Aug. 29, 2011
'A Few Of My Favorite Things'
Eyes. Mischievous brown eyes. Gorgeous green eyes. Frank, shining, sapphire-blue eyes. Twinkling caramel-brown eyes. Snapping black eyes. Smiling green eyes. Serious, wise, sparkling soft brown eyes. Unpredictable sky-blue eyes. Laughing, earnest deep-sea blue eyes. Golden eyes, yet to be deciphered. Gentle, happy brown eyes. Pale turquoise eyes.
Soft, curving shocks of hair. Sunny gold. Mahogany. Night black. Golden brown. Chocolate. Red gold. Auburn. Soft light brown. Dark brown. Burnished gold.
Dimples. Braces. Band practices. Bible studies. Big smiles.
Strong young blood. Good choices. Right decisions.
Victorious lives.
Late spring or early summer 2011
Broken dreams, broken lives,
hope and love and sacrifice.
You hold a dream? A plan most dear?
Paid for by the currency of tears.
Open up, let it go.
It's for God, not you, to know.
The light, the loss, the plan, the cross,
He has to give to you.
Broken lives, broken dreams.
Things aren't always as they seem.
Dying young, growing old.
Is that what you were told?!
Until He says, 'No',
don't stop.
No matter how impossible it is to win,
never give up - never give in.
It's not impossible, with God.
May, 2011
God is greater than our fears.
God is wiser than our wants.
God is bigger than our dreams.
Why do we not trust Him?
Why do we not ask Him?
Why do we not tell Him?
He cares.
He knows.
He understands.
May, 2011
"Someday"
Someday small joys are brighter,
someday true heroes be praised.
Someday the rain just keeps calling.
Always.
Someday dear friendships are deeper.
Someday more hours in days.
Someday the best is now better.
Just wait.
Someday the unknown is common,
someday the strange, really, sane.
Someday stars are heard singing.
Anyway.
Someday dancing is worship,
someday no beauty is vain.
Someday 'the King' is 'dear Brother'.
Someday.
Someday companions are flawless,
someday no memories fade.
Someday dreams are reality.
One day.
Aug. 26, 2012
The willows are weeping, the green grass grows,
the night sky drops the dew.
The tiny white flowers lie down in the fields,
and release their sweet perfume.
The wind rushes on, ever searching;
the sun casts it's glory to the ground.
The tiny wren sends up it's call,
with the lion, the whale, and the hound.
All nature hopes, yet lives in mourning,
for the crown of creation rebels.
Man alone ignores the Master,
and blithely trips his way towards Hell.
But the earth lives on, each season bringing
a display of glorious show.
And any who look or care to see,
the Creator of all will know.
So while there is life among men on the earth,
there is hope for the hearts still beating.
And the ones who answer the call of the King
shall return in victory singing!
Jan. 20, 2015
"To My God"
You are my Light, You are my Hope.
When the darkness closes in and the mist envelopes me,
I cannot see You. Your voice is dimmed.
The end approaches - but I would welcome death,
for then would all obstructions be cleared away,
and then would I see You clearly.
When Your face appears, then the light shines!
Your smiles melt the cold
and cause the sun to warm my scarred heart.
Others have cheered me, but they have gone.
Others have had my trust, but they turned on me.
Others have made me smile, but my smile has faded.
Others have taught me, but their words crumbled.
Only You have loved me without motive,
only You have ignored my ugliness.
Only You have held me without obligation.
You give me a flame of hope that is never wholly extinguished.
You hold my heart in Your hand;
I know it is safe there.
Man is dust, man is meaningless, man cannot be trusted.
Man is beautiful,
but 'beauty is as beauty does',
and man mostly is ugly.
Woman is selfish, woman is cruel, woman is without wisdom.
Woman is graceful,
but not gracious,
and therefore clumsy.
Only You are constant. Only You are good. Only You have never let me go.
You are light, You are color, You are dazzling.
You are warmth, You are refreshment.
You are the autumn rain when my soul is dry.
In anything lovely
I find a glimpse of Your beauty.
I see Your train in the fire of the Gloriosa Lily,
the deepness of Your purity in a friend's stunning eyes.
I fell Your gentle touch in the softness of a tender breeze,
Your awesome power in a thunderstorm.
I hear Your laughter in the splashing of the rain, Your footsteps in the forest wind, Your boldness in a wrensong.
Who is there on earth but You?
For the greatest of men and the loveliest of women
are sickly and repulsive in the strength of Your beauty.
You bear me up.
You carry me.
You are my Brother,
my Love,
my Father,
my Friend,
and my God Almighty.
my burdens held me down.
Sometimes I'd start to wonder
if I could ever win a crown.
I'd raise my hands and lift my face,
and look up to the sky.
But then I'd stop 'cause I felt ashamed
of the tears I'd start to cry.
But Jesus said
It's not the mighty in their own strength
that are the ones I can use.
It's the little guys, the misfits,
and the ones who always lose.
When you're at your lowest point,
that's when I can make you strong.
Rest assured you'll fit right in -
where the weak ones 'belong'.
You say that you're not talented,
you have no gifts to give.
It's difficult to just get by -
life's hard enough to live.
That's alright. Don't give up.
Jesus has something for you.
Don't worry about your 'nothingness' -
you're the kind that He works through.
God used a young shepherd boy
to bring a giant to the ground.
He used a couple preachin' fishermen
to turn the world upside down!
He Himself came to the earth,
as just a little babe.
What more do you need
to prove that He
can work through you someway?!
Jesus says
It's not the mighty in their own strength
that are the ones He can use.
It's the little guys, the misfits,
and the ones who always lose.
When you're at your lowest point,
that's when the Father makes you strong.
And you'll just fit right in -
where the weak ones 'belong'.
Praise God I fit right in -
where the weak ones 'belong'.
~~~~~
Aug. 29, 2011
'A Few Of My Favorite Things'
Eyes. Mischievous brown eyes. Gorgeous green eyes. Frank, shining, sapphire-blue eyes. Twinkling caramel-brown eyes. Snapping black eyes. Smiling green eyes. Serious, wise, sparkling soft brown eyes. Unpredictable sky-blue eyes. Laughing, earnest deep-sea blue eyes. Golden eyes, yet to be deciphered. Gentle, happy brown eyes. Pale turquoise eyes.
Soft, curving shocks of hair. Sunny gold. Mahogany. Night black. Golden brown. Chocolate. Red gold. Auburn. Soft light brown. Dark brown. Burnished gold.
Dimples. Braces. Band practices. Bible studies. Big smiles.
Strong young blood. Good choices. Right decisions.
Victorious lives.
~~~~~
Late spring or early summer 2011
Broken dreams, broken lives,
hope and love and sacrifice.
You hold a dream? A plan most dear?
Paid for by the currency of tears.
Open up, let it go.
It's for God, not you, to know.
The light, the loss, the plan, the cross,
He has to give to you.
Broken lives, broken dreams.
Things aren't always as they seem.
Dying young, growing old.
Is that what you were told?!
Until He says, 'No',
don't stop.
No matter how impossible it is to win,
never give up - never give in.
It's not impossible, with God.
~~~~~
May, 2011
God is greater than our fears.
God is wiser than our wants.
God is bigger than our dreams.
Why do we not trust Him?
Why do we not ask Him?
Why do we not tell Him?
He cares.
He knows.
He understands.
~~~~~
May, 2011
"Someday"
Someday small joys are brighter,
someday true heroes be praised.
Someday the rain just keeps calling.
Always.
Someday dear friendships are deeper.
Someday more hours in days.
Someday the best is now better.
Just wait.
Someday the unknown is common,
someday the strange, really, sane.
Someday stars are heard singing.
Anyway.
Someday dancing is worship,
someday no beauty is vain.
Someday 'the King' is 'dear Brother'.
Someday.
Someday companions are flawless,
someday no memories fade.
Someday dreams are reality.
One day.
~~~~~
Aug. 26, 2012
The willows are weeping, the green grass grows,
the night sky drops the dew.
The tiny white flowers lie down in the fields,
and release their sweet perfume.
The wind rushes on, ever searching;
the sun casts it's glory to the ground.
The tiny wren sends up it's call,
with the lion, the whale, and the hound.
All nature hopes, yet lives in mourning,
for the crown of creation rebels.
Man alone ignores the Master,
and blithely trips his way towards Hell.
But the earth lives on, each season bringing
a display of glorious show.
And any who look or care to see,
the Creator of all will know.
So while there is life among men on the earth,
there is hope for the hearts still beating.
And the ones who answer the call of the King
shall return in victory singing!
~~~~~
I wrote this prose letter sitting outside during after-care at the academy. The weather was beautiful, and my soul was full of both sorrow and worship. I had a scrap of paper and just poured it out to the only One.
Jan. 20, 2015
"To My God"
You are my Light, You are my Hope.
When the darkness closes in and the mist envelopes me,
I cannot see You. Your voice is dimmed.
The end approaches - but I would welcome death,
for then would all obstructions be cleared away,
and then would I see You clearly.
When Your face appears, then the light shines!
Your smiles melt the cold
and cause the sun to warm my scarred heart.
Others have cheered me, but they have gone.
Others have had my trust, but they turned on me.
Others have made me smile, but my smile has faded.
Others have taught me, but their words crumbled.
Only You have loved me without motive,
only You have ignored my ugliness.
Only You have held me without obligation.
You give me a flame of hope that is never wholly extinguished.
You hold my heart in Your hand;
I know it is safe there.
Man is dust, man is meaningless, man cannot be trusted.
Man is beautiful,
but 'beauty is as beauty does',
and man mostly is ugly.
Woman is selfish, woman is cruel, woman is without wisdom.
Woman is graceful,
but not gracious,
and therefore clumsy.
Only You are constant. Only You are good. Only You have never let me go.
You are light, You are color, You are dazzling.
You are warmth, You are refreshment.
You are the autumn rain when my soul is dry.
In anything lovely
I find a glimpse of Your beauty.
I see Your train in the fire of the Gloriosa Lily,
the deepness of Your purity in a friend's stunning eyes.
I fell Your gentle touch in the softness of a tender breeze,
Your awesome power in a thunderstorm.
I hear Your laughter in the splashing of the rain, Your footsteps in the forest wind, Your boldness in a wrensong.
Who is there on earth but You?
For the greatest of men and the loveliest of women
are sickly and repulsive in the strength of Your beauty.
You bear me up.
You carry me.
You are my Brother,
my Love,
my Father,
my Friend,
and my God Almighty.
~~~~~
This poem was written in response to my Grandparents' passing, and was also influenced by something my friend Archer said about a chapel being 'a place of thinness', where Heaven seemed closer somehow than in the world outside.
This poem was written in response to my Grandparents' passing, and was also influenced by something my friend Archer said about a chapel being 'a place of thinness', where Heaven seemed closer somehow than in the world outside.
July, 2015
"The Thin Place"
There is a place of thinness -
a place where all is bare.
Where all my wounds are open,
it is a place of prayer.
There is a place of painfulness,
where the veil is very thin,
where my tears fall without notice
for the rawness of my skin.
There is a place of wonder,
the fibrous certain tears in two,
God's finger peeks it open,
and I almost can look through.
There is a place of closeness -
the Lord seems so near to me.
Heaven hovers ever lower,
but the earth still holds my feet.
There is a place of richness,
entered only through joy or pain.
The two keys to the gate are labeled,
"Great Loss", or, "Great Gain".
There is a place of Glory -
Heaven almost can be seen.
I weep; I long to go There,
but a veil of thinness hangs between.
~~~~~
September 4 and 19, 2015
You're the call toward great adventure,
the mighty angel, robed in flowing white.
You're the whisper in the darkness,
that tells me all will be put right.
You're the brightness of the morning
turning leaves to shimmering gold.
You're the sunlight in the forest,
making exhausted warriors bold.
You're the softness of a feather,
the brightest jewel in the kingliest crown.
You're the warmth of a winter fireside,
the song of home as the sun goes down.
You're the enigmatic leader,
not understood but understanding friend.
You're the piercing shaft of the skillful bowman,
the warm embrace at journey's end.
~~~~~
October 30, 3016
When pain is part of life,
like the sun that rises day by day;
When others must deny,
or suffer for the choice to stay,
You are good.
When sadness comes
to test the human will to bear,
destroying Godly homes,
through death and every cruelest care,
You are good.
~~~~~
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