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Sep 2019 · 427
The dove perches.
She rests.
In the care of her Creator.
She has no cares.
She has no fears.
She just rests.
In peaceful trust.
In trusting rest.

Lord, help me to be like the dove.
O Holy Spirit Dove,
Put my mind at peace.
Put my heart at rest.
Just like.
The dove.
Mar 2019 · 348
Looking Down From Heaven
I teach her to paint flowers.
I play cards with her.
I wheel her outside in her wheelchair.
In the warm, sunny air.
I show her I care.
While my dear mother in Heaven
looks down and smiles.
I smile too.
And then.
Shed a tear.
My beloved mother always wanted me to work with the elderly. This poem is for her. I miss you, Mom.
Mar 2019 · 150
Within HIS Grasp
My hands are cold.
They have not another hand to hold.
They are becoming wrinkled and old.
With time’s passage.
Work-weary hands. Hands used to create. To write words to my King. To love. To heal. To serve.

My hands are cold.
They have not another hand to hold.
But the nail-scarred hand of the One who is unseen.
The One who heals me, loves me, restores, redeems.
The One who cups my face in His hands and says:
“With you, I am pleased.”
The One who takes my hand, aging with time,
And says:
“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He who will sustain you and carry you.” (Is. 46:3-4, para.)

My hands are no longer cold.
No longer without a touch of love to fill them.
For my Redeemer who loves me is holding onto me.
He takes hold of my right hand and says: “Fear not.” (Is. 41:13)

I walk forward now in peace.
With hands no longer cold.
Within His grasp.
For my Redeemer, Comforter, Healer, Sustainer. My Source, Jesus Christ.
Jan 2019 · 169
When I am sinking in the floods of grief.
My only Anchor.
Is You.
For Jesus, the Lover of my soul.  He and He alone is my All in All.
Jan 2019 · 277
Where The Roses Never Die
I think of you now in Paradise.
Where the roses never die.
You stand beside Him in Glory.
In irreproachable Light.
Clothed in brilliant white.
Beside your Heavenly Bridegroom.
Holding a bouquet of red roses in your hands.
You are His Bride.
In whom He delights.
I am happy for you, sweet mother.
Although I miss you so.

A gentle smile alights your face.
As you stand beside Him.
Bathed in glorious Light.
Your heart is healed and whole now.
I see you running through gardens of roses,
Like a little girl.
With your Good Shepherd next to you.
How you loved them!
Red roses.

Now you dwell in Glory.
Forever with the One who loves you perfectly.
Who loves you passionately.
Together you walk hand in hand with Your Eternal Bridegroom.
Where the roses never die.
Where the roses.
In loving memory of my beloved mother. (June 10,1940-Dec.. 3, 2018)
Dec 2018 · 269
Together In Spirit
My feet still touch earth.
My mother's are in Heaven.
But we are together.
One in Spirit.
As we worship our Risen Lord.
Hand in Hand.
Before His Throne.
Together in Spirit are we.
No longer parted.
Though my feet touch earth.
And hers.
Touch Heaven.
In loving memory of my sweet mother who went home to Heaven to be with Jesus on Dec. 3, 2018 at the age of 78 years. She was not only my mother but my friend. I loved her so much. She was a woman of prayer with a strong faith in God whose legacy I plan to carry on. Rest in peace in the arms of Jesus, my beloved mother.
Nov 2018 · 550
Light My Fire, Lord
Lord, light the fire in my heart for You alone.
Let every other desire in me.
Glow under Your control.
Like a tiny flame.
Until the appointed time.
When it is allowed
to burn free.
Sep 2018 · 454
Steps of Trust
The Way out of my fear
is trusting the Good Shepherd.
One step at a time.
Until my eyes are opened
to see I can trust Him.
He woos me with cords of His Love.
Into a place of rest.
A place of trust.

Yet another step.
And more trust comes.

The Way out of my fear
is trusting Jesus.
One step at a time.
Until beyond my fear...
Walking into my fear...
He shows me a blessing.
Hidden there.
He shows me the Gift.
The Glory.
When I face my fear.
One step.
At a time.
Aug 2018 · 249
Not Shaken
Loss upon loss.
Threat upon threat.
Until fear envelops me.
Trying to pull me under.
I fight back. I push against it.
By His Spirit within me.
I turn my mind from the darkness,
to His Light.
I turn my eyes from the stormy seas of this life,
to my Anchor Jesus Christ.
I. Will. Not. Be. Shaken.
Jul 2018 · 510
Carry Me, Holy Spirit Wind
Carry me, Holy Spirit Wind.
I know not which way to take now.
Where to begin.

Carry me, Holy Spirit Wind.
Leaving what I've lost behind,
I am ready to be carried into Your will.
Lost souls to mend.
Even as You mend.

Carry me, Holy Spirit Wind.
I am Yours forever now.
There is no other way to Life, to peace,
than to let You carry me.
Into the new.
Into the Higher plain.
My Heavenly calling.
Until You come.
To reign.
Please reign in me, O Holy One!

Carry me, Holy Spirit Wind.
******* where You wish.
Kiss me.
With Your Holiness.

Carry me, oh carry me.
Holy Spirit Wind.
Jun 2018 · 269
My First And Greatest Love
Lover of my soul.
Eternal Husband.
You are my First and Greatest Love.
I am eternally devoted to You.
You have shown me who I truly am.
I am finished walking down a path of sin.
I choose to avoid the snares of temptation.
And I want nothing to ever come between us again.

Your Love is overwhelming.
Healing all my brokenness.
Healing all my scars.
You are my First and Greatest Love.
You alone hold first place in my heart.
You have my full devotion.
You have my complete adoration.
And I want nothing.
I want no one.
To ever come between us again.
Every other love holds second place to You.
For You alone are my First and Greatest Love.
Jun 2018 · 568
The Narrow Path
Strolling up green grassy hill,
and through forest in summer breeze.
I come upon two paths
leading both high and low.
One is wider, and the other is narrow.
Like paths of life,
paths of choice.
Before me.

Which shall I take?

The wider, the easier, the popular?
Upon which many shall tread.
The path of comfort.
The path of man's approval.
The path.
Of the soul's dead?

Or shall I take the straight, the narrow,
upon which few shall travel.
The path of self-denial.
The path of suffering.
The Way of the Cross.
The Way.
Of Life.
The narrow path of trial and difficulty.
Upon which few shall walk with me.

The narrow, straightened Way.
The Way of Glory.
The Way of Eternity.
Where my Good Shepherd travels
side by side with me.

Which path shall I choose?
I have already chosen it.
When I lost what I did love so dear.
And replaced it with comparing
all things as loss,
compared to knowing Christ my Lord.

I have chosen the narrow path.
The path upon which few travel.
For me it is the only Way.
To Life.
May 2018 · 310
Spring's Glorious Gems
New leaves burst forth.
In Spring's glorious green.

Blossoms of violet and purest white.
Upon trees standing stately.
In morning light.

Radiant trees announce God's resurrection life.
Flowers of beauty herald the fragrance of Christ.

Winged songbirds.
Frolicking squirrels.
Rabbits now brown.
Every living thing dances with renewed life.

And I dance with them.
In the joy of new healing.
And renewed strength.

I rejoice in the wonder of Spring.
By the greatness of God.
The Living God who created all things.
And fashioned with beauty.
Spring's glorious gems.
Apr 2018 · 424
Lamb Of God
The Lamb of God
wore a crown of thorns.
Pressed down hard upon His brow.
Piercing ****** into His holy brain.
That my mind might be healed by His Word
of Truth.
That I might clearly see.

The Lamb of God
wore striped wounds upon His back.
That the heavy burden of sins I bear.
Might be unloaded at the foot of His Cross.
And left there.

The Lamb of God
was nailed to a tree.
With excruciating wounds to His
hands and feet.
That I might from sin's chains
be forever released.

The Lamb of God
faced fear for me.
Through ****** tears of agony.
The Garden of Gethsemane. (Luke 22:22-24)
That I might be a lamb in His arms.
Who need never fear what may come.

The Lamb of God
was abandoned by all.
Family, friends, and even God His Father.
Left alone to die on a cruel Cross.
With broken heart.
And pain of loss.
That I might never be alone.
That my heart might be healed
of every scar and wound.

The Lamb of God
was pierced in the side.
Laughed at.
Stripped naked.
Made Monstrous. (Isaiah 52:14)
That I might be made beautiful.
That I might be forgiven.
That I might be clothed with Him.

Oh, how deep, how great, how unfathomable
is His Love!
I weep over this...
And my own unworthiness.

The Lamb of God
breathed His last.
"Father, forgive them." (Luke 23:34)
"It is finished." (John 19:30)
He was laid in a new tomb to rest.
While those He loved mourned, and had
their faith put to the test.

The Lamb of God
Oh glory! He rose!
On the third day.
Just as He promised.
"He is not here. He has risen.
Just as He said." (Matt. 28:6)

The Lamb of God
The Risen Christ
My Lord and my God!
Raised to life.
That I might walk new and redeemed.
As forgiven.
And prized.

The Lamb of God.
The Lamb who gave up all for me.
Who gave up all for you.
The Lamb of God.
Who won the victory.
Oh, how I love my Lamb of God!
Who gave up all.
To set us free.
Happy Easter Monday everyone!  Blessings to you all!
Mar 2018 · 208
The Church of the Messiah
Little girl with golden locks.
Little girl with big blue eyes.
Little girl.
So full of woe.
In a church of stained glass windows.
The Church of the Messiah.

Mommy decks the altar with flowers.
Daddy is out and about.
The little girl stares reverently
at the beautiful window.
Sunlight lights up Jesus the Good Shepherd.
A little lamb is in His arms.
Close to His chest.
Close to His heart.
Is He MY Good Shepherd? the little girl whispers.
Am I His little lamb?

The little girl is now alone in the sanctuary.
With the Shepherd's eyes upon her.
Lights streams through the
stained glass aperture.
It falls upon her small face.
Then a Voice speaks into her depths:
"You are My child, and you will belong
to Me for your whole life."
The little girl is struck.
With awe and wonder.
At her Shepherd's voice.
For now she knows,
and will forever know,
that she is
His little lamb.
Feb 2018 · 261
Healing Wings
You come to me.

With healing in Your wings.

Your Love washes over me.

Filling every crack.

Of my broken soul.
"But to you who fear My name, the Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings; and you will go forth and skip about like calves from the stall." (Mal. 4:2, Holy Bible, NASB, NKJV)
Feb 2018 · 344
Lord Jesus.
Without You I crumble.
Under the weight.
Of fear.

With You.
I am a mountain

Dear God,
this is my prayer...
To be so grounded
in Your love for me.
That I will be.
Feb 2018 · 312
Beautiful Blue-Green Planet
My home is on a beautiful planet.
Of blue and green.
Seen from space,
It is breathtaking.
Very precious to the heart of God.
Who created it all.
With the breath of His mouth.
And the Word of His power.

Beautiful blue-green planet.
So dear to the heart of God.
With those He loves dwelling upon it.
Every creature deeply cherished.
By its Creator.

He who sits above the circle of our
blue-green planet,
holds it in His sovereign hands.
For it is He who holds
all dominion,
all authority,
all control.
Blue-Green Planet.
"It is He who sits above the circle of the earth, And its inhabitants are like grasshoppers, Who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, And spreads them out like a tent to dwell in. He brings the princes to nothing; He makes the judges of the earth useless." (Isaiah 40:22-23, Holy Bible)
Jan 2018 · 286
Deliver Me, O Lord
From the worries of this world and ungodly fear.
O Lord, deliver me.

From the pursuit of riches and the lust for more.
O Lord, deliver me.

From the fear of man and the desire for recognition.
O Lord, deliver me.

From my own way, my own will, my own comfort.
O Lord, deliver me.

Teach me, O God,
the fear of Thee.
That I might bear fruit.
For eternity.
Jan 2018 · 223
In Winter's Cold
My breath in icy cloud.
Before my face.
Fingers stinging.
From bitter cold.
Modern carriages at
crawl speed.
On icy road.
Ghostly white
dances in whispers.
Across sidewalks frozen hard.

A flock of humble sparrows
sing joyfully.
As if in gratitude.
And the voice of God.
To my soul is heard.
For He is still here.
In Winter's cold.
Jan 2018 · 283
Invisible Footprints
She walks on the path set before her.
Through mountaintop of hardship,
and valley of rest.
Through sunshine of happiness,
and storm of trial.
Through refreshing rain of His Presence,
and bitter cold of grief and loneliness.

She walks on.
She walks on.
In weakness and strength.
Through tears of loss
and joy of gain.
Through fear and uncertainly,
transformed into inexplicable peace.
For beside her on the path.
"Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?" Psalm 139:7, Holy Bible
Jan 2018 · 406
A New Journey
I shake off the chains of the past.
At last.
I look forward.
To what lies ahead.
New life.
New time.
New journey of discovery.
Of ministry.

New discovery.
New Year.
Of finding out more
of who He is.
And why He laid hold of me.

I lay my head against His chest.
Safe in His embrace.
And then take His hand.
As together we walk.
Into the future.
A New Year.
"But one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."  --Phil. 3: 13-14.
Dec 2017 · 367
The Crooked Little Tree
I am like a crooked little Christmas tree.
My trunk is bent.
Branches are broken off.
In various places.
My needles are drying up.
And falling off.
Distorted by sin.

And yet...
Still He loves me.
Because He bought me.
For a very high price.
The Blood of His Son.
Still He loves me.
In all my twistedness.
In all my waywardness.
Because He owns me.

I am like a crooked Christmas tree.
But He still puts His Light upon me.
And adorns me with His Love.
Transforming me.
From broken.
From crooked.
To beautiful.
Inspired by the book: "The Crooked Christmas Tree," by Damian Chandler.
Dec 2017 · 187
To Rise Again
Do not gloat over me.
Do not mock me, my Enemy.
For though I fall down.
I will rise.
Though I am wounded now.
I shall be healed.
Though I am weary.
I shall gain new strength.
Though I grieve now.
I shall yet rejoice.
This battle-weary soldier.
Shall yet
be strong.
Do not gloat over me, O my Enemy.
Victory shall yet be mine.
In Christ my King.
Do not.
Over me.
"We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed. always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body. For we who live are always delivered to death for Jesus' sake, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. " 2 Cor. 4: 8-11, Holy Bible.
Dec 2017 · 150
Rose Petals
He buries the pain of her past.

He covers the stain of her sin.

Beneath rose petals.

The colour of Blood.

Beneath rose petals.



Nov 2017 · 179
He Catches Every Tear
Tear after tear.

The One who calls her
Catches each one.
In His nail-scarred hands.

He reaches
into her heart.
And heals every wound.
With gentle
Of His
Nov 2017 · 795
Light Upon White
A blanket of cold white.
Covers the landscape.
As nature begins.
Her Winter sleep.
Beautiful white.
Clothing everything in sight.
Yet the sun still shines warm.
With light upon white.
Snow lit up.
Brilliant bright.
God above chose to create snow.
The colour white.
For He is good.
And washes my sin away.
Snowy white.
God above who is wrapped in Light.
Created light.
That we might not stumble in darkness.
For He created all things right.

A blanket of cold white.
Covers the landscape.
Beautiful white.
Light upon white.
Proclaiming the goodness of God.
Who does all things right.
Who does all things with Love.
Like Light.
Nov 2017 · 742
A Hart Upon High Places
Pink, yellow, orange, and blue.
Lights up the sky.
With brilliant hue.
Glorious! Glorious!
Through her car window.
Then a deer...
So majestic.
With graceful legs and strong antlers.
Leaps across the plain.
By the side of the road.
So majestic.
So beautiful.
So triumphant.
Glorious!  Glorious!

She is reminded of Truth.
Which pours forth from her lips.
"I shall leap like a hart,
upon my high places.
I shall gallop like a deer,
upon every difficult hill.
Upon every difficult trial.
I shall leap like the beautiful deer.
He showed me along my way.
With His Spirit within me.
I can claim victory."
Nov 2017 · 529
The Nature Of Grief
Strange grief.
One moment it numbs you.
Holding you in denial.
And disbelief.
And the next.
It drowns you in
torrents of tears.
Like a fierce summer
Where you can barely hold on.

Strange grief.
One moment you relish
in your new freedom.
Your new life.
And the next.
You miss them so much
that it feels like a slow death.

Strange grief.
All that you knew and loved.
Is not there anymore.
And in its place.
Is an empty void.
So hard to endure.
Sometimes you long for things
to be.
As they were before.
When you sit alone.
How life once was.
When your family was together.

Strange grief.
Oh, when will come relief?
Can time really heal this great wound?
Perhaps a little.
Yet the depth of the wound,
and the number of scars,
can only truly be healed.
By the Man of Sorrows.

Strange grief.
Will I ever feel whole and complete again?
When it feels like half of me has been
ripped away.
Leaving a gaping hole.

The Man of Sorrows.
Whispers to my soul.
"It is not irreparable."
I collapse in His arms.
And pour out my grief.
Strange grief.
And He makes me whole.
"He is despised and rejected by men, A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief....Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows....But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed." Isaiah 53: 3-5, Holy Bible.
Only Jesus Christ and His Love can heal a broken heart from within, and make us whole again.
Oct 2017 · 302
The Weary Traveller
Old woman.
Walking wearily.
With head down.
Carrying a burden.
Too heavy to bear.
Carrying the burden.
Of what life has done to her.
Is it the burden of unforgiveness
that weighs her down?
Or the burden of abusers
who crushed her soul?
Could it be the burden of fear
that she carries?
Or the load of shame
upon her shoulders?
What is her story?
This old woman with head
bowed so low.
And hunched shoulders.
That carry a heavy load.

Oh Lord, may she come to
know You as the One whose
yoke is easy,
and whose burden is light. (Matt. 18: 28-30, Holy Bible)
May she one day release all her burdens
at Your feet.
At the foot of Your Cross.
My prayers go up before You.
For this old woman.
With head bowed low.
From life's cruel blows.
May she come to know Your Love for her.
In the depths of her soul.
This old woman.
With head bowed low.

Next time.
I pray that I might have the courage.
And the love.
To help her carry her heavy load.
To listen to her story.
This old woman.
With head bowed low.

Oct 2017 · 174
The King Of Humility
His very breath.
His every word.
Each step He took.
Was for His Father's Glory.
For the will of God,
He laid down His own will.
Not seeking His own plans.
To fulfill.

In His very breath.
His every word.
Each step He took.
He sought not His own interests.
But His Father's purposes.
His every step.
Was for His Father's glory.
Even steps.
That would lead Him.
To a cruel cross.
For the will of God.
For mankind's salvation.
To purchase forgiveness.
For us.

His very breath.
His every word.
Each step He took.
Was for His Father's glory.
He is Jesus.
Our Redeemer.
Our King.
Our Righteousness.
He is the Lion and the Lamb.
Who gave up all.
For Love.

One day every knee will bow before Him.
On earth and Heaven above.
Then, at last!
He whose
every word
every breath
every step
was for the Glory of His Father.
Will receive
All Glory.
All Honour.
All Power.

He gave up His will.
For the will of God.
He gave up His own glory.
For Love.
Of you.
And me.

Glory!  Glory!
To the King of Humility.
For all of Eternity.
"Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross." --Phil. 2:8.
Oct 2017 · 138
Drops In The Dust
Drop by drop.
Her grief falls.
Making circular indentations.
In the dust.
She falls to her face.
In the dust.
From which she came.
And pours out her sorrow.
Her anger.
Her regret...
Before Him.
Her fingers claw the dust.
In her anguish of soul.
Until she touches His feet.
Drop by drop.
The tears fall.
Until her floodgates open.
And she unleashes her grief
upon the One she loves.
Over all she has done.
And not done.
Over all she has lost...
He lifts her face up
between His hands.
And looks into her eyes.
"You are forgiven, dear one.
My treasure. My bride."
She lays her head against
His chest.
Finally at rest.
As the last drop falls.
To the dust.
There is nothing and no one on this earth that can heal the pain of a broken heart like Jesus Christ can.  Receiving His love and forgiveness has truly healed me. "He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3.
Oct 2017 · 2.5k
I Give Thanks To You, O Lord
In the spring and in the autumn,
in the calm and in the storm.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In my sorrow and in my joy,
in times of bounty and times of uncertainty.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In times of darkness.
In times of sickness.
In times of abundance.
In times of youthful vitality.

In times when I do not understand why.

I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In days of rest; and days of stress.
In days of struggle; and days of hopefulness.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In every season.
In every season.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord,
unto me. (Thomas Chisholm, 1923)
I give thanks.
To Thee.
Today is Thanksgiving Day in Canada.  I am overwhelmed with gratitude over all God has given me.
Oct 2017 · 296
Quiet Prayers
My heart aches for my daughters.
My heart aches for my son.
My soul longs for them to know
how much the Father loves them.
But they will not hear my words,
which fall upon deaf ears.
I must show them His love.
In how I live.
Showing mercy rather than judgement.
Living by faith instead of fear.

My heart aches.
My heart aches for them to know
the Good Shepherd.
Oh, how can I show them His ways?
Sometimes, there must be no words.
Sometimes the best thing I can do
is go into my room
and quietly pray.
Perhaps this is the best way...
Go into my closet.
My secret place.
Before Him.
Where I fall on my knees.
And quietly.
To the God who hears.
And answers.
"But when you pray, go into your most private room, close the door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees in secret will reward you." --Matt. 6:6, Holy Bible (amp)
Oct 2017 · 192
Give Me You
Give me not beautiful clothes.
And riches to hold.
Just a little.
But not too much.

Give me not success
and the approval of man.
To make me feel good
about who I am.
Just a little.
But not too much.

Give me not worldly pleasures,
and comfort beyond measure.
Just a little.
But not too much.

Give me not.
Everything my heart desires.
Lest I forget You.
Give me not.
That which could make me
think I don't need You.

Oh, Jesus.
Give me.
More of YOU.
Not just a little.
But much.
Jesus is the only One who can truly fill the void in the human heart.  Everything else is temporal, fleeting, and changeable. His Love is unrelenting, forgiving, steadfast, and never changes. (Romans 8:35-39, Holy Bible). I have tried to fill the void in my heart with many different things, and nothing and no one has been able to satisfy the thirst in my soul like Jesus has. His Love is incomprehensible, and He offers His Love and forgiveness to everyone who will receive it and believe He died on the Cross and rose again on their behalf, to save them from sin, death, and hell. (John 3:16).  He offers this free gift of salvation to everyone. But just like a gift needs to opened and received, so His gift must be opened and received for it to benefit the receiver of that gift. To receive His offer is to receive life, love, forgiveness, and eternal life. But He will not force His gift on anyone, He offers it, and then waits for us to open the door of our heart to Him. To choose Him, is to choose Life!
Sep 2017 · 367
Playful Day
Playful children.

Beneath playful white clouds.

In blue sky.


Among playful autumn leaves.





On this playful day.
Sep 2017 · 1.6k
Upon The Immoveable Rock
Shall I deny who I am to gain what will not remain?
The approval of man.
As fleeting as dust in the wind.
Or shall I live for the Truth?
for Him.
Live for the Eternal One.
And His Kingdom's reign.

Shall I live for the love of man?
Which is fickle.
Like the phases of the moon.
Or shall I abide in His Love?
Which is immoveable.
And will never change.

Shall I deny who I am?
Feeling outwardly comfortable.
While my soul is in chains.
Shall I live for the temporal,
which is so short and fleeting?
Like shifting sand.
Like shifting sand.
Or shall I live for the Eternal?
"On Christ the Solid Rock I stand." (Edward Mote, c.1834)
Firm Rock.
Stable Rock.
This is where I choose
to place the soles of my feet.
Firmly planted in His Word.
Firmly planted in His Love.
With my roots going deep.

"On Christ the Solid Rock I stand."
On Christ the Immoveable Rock I stand.
With roots going down deep.
With roots going down deep.
Into the Eternal.
Sep 2017 · 1.7k
Be still, O my soul.
There is nothing to fear.
Your God is in control.
And He holds you near.
There is none who can protect thee.
Like the Lord Almighty.
With His angel army.

Be still, O my soul.
There is nothing to fear.
Your God is in control.
Beneath His wings.
You can rest secure.
For He is your refuge.
From all harm and evil.

Be still, O my soul.
There is nothing to fear.
For in His heart.
You are most dear.

Be still, O my soul.
And know.
That He is your God.
Inspired by Psalm 46 and 91, Holy Bible.

"He will cover you with His pinions, And under His wings you may seek refuge." (Ps. 91:4)
"Be still and know that I am God." (Ps. 46:10)
Sep 2017 · 299
New Home
This is not a poem, but an update for those of you who read my poems and follow me. I have just moved into a new home on Monday and am still unpacking and getting settled. Will resume posting poems shortly. God has blessed me with a lovely condo at a good purchase price. I am beyond grateful for my new home.
Aug 2017 · 538
So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
I pack them.
I wrap item after item.
To place in.
Box after box.
Of temporal treasures.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
A smaller palace.
A humbler palace.
A palace where I will boldly confess...
"As for me and my house,
we will serve the Lord." (Joshua 24:15)

So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
Which cannot satisfy.
But leave the heart empty.
Box after brown box.
Small, medium, large.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
A house for His glory.
For I am finished.
With setting my affections upon...
Box after box.
Of temporal treasures.
Which cannot satisfy.
But leave the heart empty.
I will seek my treasure in eternity.
In things above.
Which will never pass away.

So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
While awaiting me stands.
A mansion in glory.
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys , and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."--Matt. 6:19-21, Holy Bible.
Aug 2017 · 594
Nature's Call
The beauty of nature.
God's perfect creation.
Calls to every weary traveller.
Upon life's broken road.
Every man.
Every woman.
Every child.
And rest.
Unburden your heavy load.
And rest.

Nature's call.
Is the Call.
Of God.
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."--Matt. 11:28, Holy Bible
Aug 2017 · 260
Until I Am No More
Death to Self.
Is Life.
To the soul.

Death to Self.
Is letting go.
Of all that I am.
To let Him.
Take over.

Lord, possess me.
Until I am no more.
Until the old self I was.
Lies in ashes.
Upon the floor.
And You alone.
Are my Lord.

Possess me.
Possess me.
Until I am.
No more.
"Then Jesus said to His disciples, "If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me." --Matt. 16:24, Holy Bible.
Jul 2017 · 431
Bit And Bridle
Lover of my soul.
Teach me to run
into Your arms.
Teach me to come to You.
And never let go.
Let me not be as
the horse or the mule.
Who need bit and bridle.
Or they will never come near.
Break me, Lord.
Of my stubborn, wayward,
idolatrous ways.
Let me love You enough
that my heart breaks
at the mere thought.
Of causing You grief.
Oh, may the thought
of that
bring me to my knees.
May it cause me to turn
from my rebellious ways.

Make me willing to come
to You, Jesus.
And run far away from rival lovers.
Let it not take You thrusting
the bridle of discipline on me.
For me to choose the path of life.
May every broken cistern I hew out.
Leave me so thirsty.
That I will more.
And more.
Come near.
To Thee.
"Do not be like the horse or like the mule which have no understanding, whose trappings include bit and bridle to hold them in check, otherwise they will not come near to you." ---Psalm 32:9, Holy Bible
Jul 2017 · 204
Ready to begin again.
With my feet planted
on the solid ground
of His Word.
And my soul at one with Him.
Ready to begin.
Jul 2017 · 365
Closer Than A Brother
She has been blessed.
With many friends.
Faithful friends.
Faith-filled friends.
Followers of Him.
They fellowship together.
In prayer and
the reading of the Word.
She is filled with gratitude.
But also remembers.
There is only One friend.
Who "sticks closer than a brother." (Prov. 18:24)
And He alone holds the key to her heart.
For He is always.
Inspired by Proverbs 18:24, Holy Bible.
Jul 2017 · 539
Love By Way Of The Thorn
There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.
We cannot love.
With the love
of the King of Love.
Without the thorn.
Of death.
Death to Self.
Through forgiveness.
Through pain.
Through loss.
Through letting go.
Of one's own gain.
For the sake of the other.
For the sake of their welfare.
Even to the wounding.
Of one's own soul.

There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.
Without setting the other free.
To be who the Man of Thorns
created them to be.

There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.

The heart breaks in two.
The hands release.
Unclenched fists.
The beloved one.
Into the hands of God.
Knowing this...
They may never come back.
For they were never ours.
To begin with.

There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.

The One who wore
the Crown of Thorns.
Teaches this.
To His own.

There is no Love.
A Thorn.
Jul 2017 · 183
Paradoxical Love
Is His Love.
Like a jagged rock.
That will break me.
And grieve His own heart.
In order to bring me to His.
In order to bring me into His chamber.
Of Love.
For I am His beloved bride.
And He is my Bridegroom.
He not will endure other lovers.
Luring me away from Him.
He will tear them from my heart.
Even wound me.
That He might have me for His own.
Is His Love.

Is His Love.
So that I grow to despise
every other lover.
Compared to Him.
I stay in the shadow
of His wings.
And behold His face.
Until I am undone.
By His
By His
Mother mallard.
Keeps watch.
Over her almost grown young.
At rest.
But then,
after a time,
she waddles away from them.
And goes for a swim.
In the peaceful pond.
She has no worry.
No fear for her young.
She somehow knows.
That their Creator.
Is watching over them.
She somehow knows.
That they are in His hands.

"Yes, Lord, I'm listening."
Jul 2017 · 186
It Will Come
There will be a promised land.
There will come my day of
complete freedom.
There will be an end to my tears.
There will come a day when
I have learned to overcome
my fears.
With His Truth, held near.

There will come a time
when I am soaring like an eagle.
Victorious and strong.
There will come a day when I
will take back all that my
Enemy has stolen from me.

There will be a promised land.
A land of healing, restoration,
and rest.
A day when my Shepherd will
redeem the years of my life
that were eaten up by the locust.

A day of joy.
A time of freedom.
A season of victory.
And renewed purpose.

There will be a promised land.
Though it delay.
Though it tarry.
It will come.

Jul 2017 · 273
Fruitless Wanderings
No matter how often I wander.
No matter how much I stumble.
Into worldly temptations.
Into my will, instead of Yours.

I keep running back to You.

Back into Your arms.
Where I belong.

No matter how many broken cisterns I hew out.
To try to fill the void.
I end up feeling.
Empty and dissatisfied.
And so...

I keep running back to You.

When will I learn.
To just.

The time.
"For My people have committed two evils: They have abandoned Me, the fountain of living water, And they have carved out their own cisterns, Broken cisterns that cannot hold water."--Jer. 2:13, Holy Bible
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