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385 · Jul 2016
A Walking Disaster, Part II
The Faithful Dreamer Jul 2016
A Walking Disaster, Part II
Without You, Lord,
I am a walking disaster.
Falling into temptation and sin,
so far from Her Master.
Without my eyes constantly upon You,
I shipwreck my life.
And fill it with strife.
Without You, Jesus,
I am a weak, hopeless sinner.
So frail and vulnerable
in this garment of flesh I wear.
Without You, I am a walking disaster.
Yet...
one who is loved and forgiven...
by her Saviour and Master.
"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." --1 John 1:9.
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384 · Sep 2017
New Home
The Faithful Dreamer Sep 2017
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.
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383 · May 2017
Labour of Love
The Faithful Dreamer May 2017
Labour of Love
Grayed hair.
Upon his head.
Hands.
Wrinkled.
From years of hard labour.
Which gave him joy.

For his daughter in need.
He labours in love.
With brush and paint.
Nail and hammer.
Wood and saw.
He fixes what was warped.
And in need of repair.
He longs to fix her wounded heart.
But knows he can't.
So he commits her into the hands
of the Master Builder.
Who fixes broken souls.

He does what he can.
For his daughter in need.

With grayed hair upon his head.
He labours in love.
With brush and paint.
Nail and hammer.
Wood and saw.
With his work-weary.
Wrinkled hands.
With his hands.
Of love.
Dedicated to my loving Dad. Thank you for your labour of love. I love you.
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383 · Sep 2017
Playful Day
The Faithful Dreamer Sep 2017
Playful Day
Playful children.


Beneath playful white clouds.


In blue sky.


Running.


Among playful autumn leaves.


Dancing





down.

Dancing





down.


On this playful day.
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380 · Oct 2017
Quiet Prayers
The Faithful Dreamer Oct 2017
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.
Pray.
To the God who hears.
And answers.
Openly.
"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)
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379 · Feb 2017
Desert Season
The Faithful Dreamer Feb 2017
Desert Season
Lord, thank You for the wilderness.
That I might learn to seek
Your face.
Thank you for my scars.
That I might know You
as my Healer.
Thank you for showing me
my weaknesses.
That I might learn to rely
on Your strength.
Thank you for the pain of loss.
That I might gain the joy
of Your Presence.
Thank you for the loneliness.
That I might learn to listen
to Your still small voice.
Thank you for the wilderness.
That I might feel Your hand
upon me.
As I mourn face down
in the dust.
And learn to trust.
Inspired by the worship song by Elevation Worship called "Great Things."
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377 · Feb 2018
Healing Wings
The Faithful Dreamer Feb 2018
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)
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375 · Jan 2017
In Time
The Faithful Dreamer Jan 2017
In Time
Even though I struggle through the storm,
and waves of sorrow crash over me.
And even though right now I am
a solitary figure upon the shore.
Eventually...
the calm will come.
And there will be joy and rest again.

Even though I ***** my way through the dark valley,
and see no light ahead.
And even though my heart
is filled with regret.
Eventually...
the dawn will break.
And my days will be hopeful and bright.

Even though the path of my life has taken a turn I did not expect,
and I know not what lies ahead.
I will put my trust in my Saviour and Lord.

Even though this trial may be long.
Eventually...
I will burst forth
shouting a new song.

And eventually...
This too.
Shall pass.

(edited)
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me." (Psalm 23:4)
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373 · Aug 2017
Until I Am No More
The Faithful Dreamer Aug 2017
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.
Completely.
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.
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369 · Aug 2016
Covered
The Faithful Dreamer Aug 2016
Covered
Lord, how can I come to You...
when I feel so ugly inside?
How can I draw near to Your Throne...
when I keep remembering my sins?
Every.
Single.
One.
How do I dare approach You
in Your Holiness...
when I feel like such a mess?
Lord, how can I come to You?
When I fall so short of what I ought to be.
How can I---
"Shhh...my dear child.
You can come because it's all been covered.
By Me."
"He has removed our sins as far from us as the east is from the west." (NLT Bible)
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366 · May 2016
Joy Overflowing
The Faithful Dreamer May 2016
Joy Overflowing
Joy.
Given by God.
In the depths of my soul.
Until it overflows
into
shouts of praise.
And dancing.
Crazy.
Songs sung loud
in praise to my
King.
My youth renewed
like the eagle's,
as I soar on freedom's wings.
JOY.
Overflowing.
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365 · May 2016
I Used To Live There
The Faithful Dreamer May 2016
I Used To Live There
A city is burning.
The heat has been rising.
People are evacuating.
Fear everywhere.
Homes threatened.
Lives threatened.
Homes up in flames.
Cars driving between
forests ablaze.
Making their escape.
Smoke in the air.
But I used to live there...

I remember the sled dogs in the Winter.
And the Northern Lights dancing
in the air.
And the green forest across from our lair.
I used to live there.

But now...
the city is burning.
Homes are lost.
Families are displaced.
People are evacuating.
A city is burning.

I used to live there.
Dedicated to the 80,000 citizens of Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada who had to evacuate their homes due to wildfires.
My heart goes out to you in this difficult time, and you are in my prayers.
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365 · Jan 2018
Invisible Footprints
The Faithful Dreamer Jan 2018
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.
Are His INVISIBLE FOOTPRINTS.
"Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?" Psalm 139:7, Holy Bible
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363 · May 2016
Time's Passage
The Faithful Dreamer May 2016
Time's Passage
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
Ticks the clock of life.
How long do I have?
How many minutes, hours, days, years?
And how shall I spend them?
In faith...or fear?
In joy...or sorrow?
In worry...or trust?
In complaint...or gratitude?
Tick Tock.
Ticks the clock of life.
How long do I have?
None of us know...
how long we have.
None of us know.
When our clock will stop.
Forever.
When our life's book
will come to an end.
How then shall I spend
the rest of my days?
I shall spend them
in gratitude.
With my hand in the
hand of God.
Not being afraid
of Time's Passage.
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359 · Aug 2018
Not Shaken
The Faithful Dreamer Aug 2018
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.
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358 · Oct 2017
The Weary Traveller
The Faithful Dreamer Oct 2017
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.
Heavy-burdened.
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.

(edited)
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354 · May 2016
Not Even Solomon
The Faithful Dreamer May 2016
Not Even Solomon
They have no need for make-up.
They have no use for a new hairstyle,
and certainly don't need to colour their hair.
For they are full of brilliant colour.
Everywhere.
Beautiful flowers.

They do not need fancy clothes in the latest fashions
to feel good about themselves.
They feel no need to impress.
Yet, look at how pretty they are dressed!
Touch their soft, lovely petals.
Beautiful flowers.

Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of them,
the Bible says.
Beautiful flowers.

Oh, that I could be like them!
With no need to impress.
Knowing I am wonderfully made by God.
Oh, that I could see myself
as a beautiful flower.
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352 · Feb 2017
Prayers of Love
The Faithful Dreamer Feb 2017
Prayers of Love
I thank the Lord my God above.
For all the prayers of love.
I thank Him for the faithful souls
who care enough to think of me.
And before the Father bow the knee.
To lift up a request for me.
Some have known You many years,
with hair of grey upon their heads.
While others have just begun,
and are eager to be fed.
Some have walked this journey with me
for a decade plus three or four,
while others I have just met,
and never known before.

I thank the Lord for every soul.
And for prayers of love,
before His Throne.
They are truly gifts from His hand.
Oh may I always remember.
Every day.
To pray.
For them.
Dedicated to all those who love me enough to pray for me. I love you and I thank the Lord for you.
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343 · Jul 2017
Fruitless Wanderings
The Faithful Dreamer Jul 2017
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.
Stay?


The time.
Is.
Now.
"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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342 · Jul 2017
Glorious And Free
The Faithful Dreamer Jul 2017
Glorious And Free
God keep our land.
Glorious and free.

God keep our land.
Free from persecution and enmity.

God keep our land.
Beautiful and preserved.
From sea to sea.

God keep our wonderful Canada.
Our nation of freedom, wide open
spaces, and diversity.
Our nation of nature's bounty,
and folks so friendly.

God keep our land.
A welcoming refuge for peoples
oppressed.

God keep our land.
Glorious and free.
God keep our wonderful Canada.
Oh, what a privilege it is
to be a citizen of thee!
I am filled with gratitude.
To be a dweller of this great country.

God keep our land, O Lord.
Glorious.
And.
Free.
A late tribute to Canada's 150th birthday celebration on July 1, 2017.
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338 · Jun 2016
The Rainbow Behind The Clouds
The Faithful Dreamer Jun 2016
The Rainbow Behind The Clouds
My future is veiled with grey clouds of uncertainty.
Shall I fear and fret?
Or shall I trust and not forget.
His love for me.
His promises.
Always kept.
His promise to never forsake me.
To never abandon me.
That His Presence shall forever go with me.
To give me rest.

My future is veiled with grey clouds of uncertainty.
But then I see...
the Rainbow behind the Clouds.
And I choose to believe.
That my future will be as bright
as the Promises of God.
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329 · Oct 2016
Deeper
The Faithful Dreamer Oct 2016
Deeper
I want to go deeper with You,
but I am afraid.
Will You really receive me with love,
when I fall so short of Your glory?
Do I dare to go deeper,
do I dare venture closer,
when You are so mighty and powerful?
When You are so Holy,
and Your eyes flash with fire?
And I am merely a flawed, fearful,
and troubled soul?

I want to go deeper,
but I am afraid.
Too often I stay on the shore,
instead of stepping into the wave.
I turn away from the cloud
of Your Presence,
and go my own way.
But, Lord, I am tired of this timid walk with You.
This fear of going
deeper still.
Oh, take my trembling hand
and be gentle with me, I pray.
Take me deeper into You.
And let me stay.
Show me Your great love for me,
and teach me Your ways.

Deeper.
Take me deeper, Lord.
That Your perfect love
may cast out all my fear.
And then I will stay with You.
Forever near.
Take me
deeper.

(edited)
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328 · Jan 2017
Slippery Places
The Faithful Dreamer Jan 2017
Slippery Places
Do not fear the slippery places.
My Lord whispered unto me.
As you walk upon the road of life,
do not walk around them.
Letting them fill you with terror and strife.
Hold my hand and walk upon them.
For I will surely keep you from falling.
Keep your eyes fixed straight ahead.
Walking with confidence upon the icy path.
Know that I am always with you,
and will guide and protect you.
With my Shepherd's rod and staff.
Do not fear the slippery places
upon life's journey, My child.
For I am ever with you
through every slick and treacherous mile.
Do not fear.
Do not fear.
The slippery places.

(edited)
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326 · Mar 2017
Provider
The Faithful Dreamer Mar 2017
Provider
Though the feeders stand empty.
The birds still rejoice.
They do not fly around in frantic fear.
Like I do.
They trust You to feed them.

Though I have no provisions stored.
No wealth saved for tomorrow.
And my coin pouch is empty.
I choose to rejoice and trust You
to provide for my needs.

I lift up my voice and sing to You.
Though there is no cattle in my stall.
And no fruit on my vines.
I cling to Your promise.
Your promise is this:
You will give me all that I need.
As I seek first Your kingdom
and Your righteousness.

Myself and my seed
shall not be begging bread,
even if my coin pouch is empty.
And I have no provisions stored.
I will trust in You, my God.
For You have promised.
To provide.
Based on Hab. 3:17-19, and Matt. 6:25-33,  Holy Bible
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323 · Mar 2017
Stone Upon Stone
The Faithful Dreamer Mar 2017
Stone Upon Stone
Link by link,
my chains of ******* fall away.
Brick by brick,
stone upon stone,
the broken down walls of
my soul are being rebuilt.
As His Word gets hammered
into my heart.

Little by little,
I cast into the sea,
every idol
that keeps me from being free.

Piece by piece,
my shattered life is being
put back together.
Recreated into a masterpiece.
By the Master Builder.
Who makes all things beautiful.
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317 · Sep 2016
Whirlwind
The Faithful Dreamer Sep 2016
Whirlwind
My emotions are a whirlwind.
A swirling mixture of
grief, anger, fear.
grief, anger, fear.
And only by feeling them.
Only by giving them to Him.
Will I ever get out.
Of this whirlwind.
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313 · Mar 2017
Cathedral
The Faithful Dreamer Mar 2017
Cathedral
I rub the moist cloth
into the wood of the table.
And I think of You.
I think of how much I love You.
And that if I were cleaning this table
for You,
I would want it to shine.
Like the dome of a great Cathedral.
And I am your cathedral, Lord.
A house built for Your glory.
Oh, fill every wall,
every corner,
every room.
With Your love.
Shine Your light into
every window.
Unlock my heart.
With Your healing love.
Your healing Word.
Your love.
Your Word.
Is healing my scars.
Rebuilding my walls.
Your tender love.
Is unlocking my heart.
Jesus.
My Rock.
My Light.
My Life.
Oh, how I love You.
Here is the key.
To my heart.
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312 · Oct 2016
Finite
The Faithful Dreamer Oct 2016
Finite
Is this the last time I have to show you I love you?
Could this be my final chance
to look into your face and show you grace?
If it were thus...
wouldn't I want my parting words to be,
"You are a 9,  and not a 3."
If this were my last opportunity to hold your hand,
wouldn't I want to hold it tender and long?

Finite.
The opportunities we have
to love...
to bless...
to forgive...
are finite.

Oh, may I love now,
and not when the hour is late.
And death closes in
to seal our fate.

Man is but a breath.
Our life---
but a whisper in time.

May I seize every opportunity,
every moment,
To stop.
To slow down.
To listen.
To love.
As if it were the last time.
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308 · Jan 2019
Anchor
The Faithful Dreamer Jan 2019
Anchor
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.
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308 · Sep 2016
Better Latter Days
The Faithful Dreamer Sep 2016
Better Latter Days
Just as Job in the Word,
could it be that once
the pain of loss is over...
Once the grief has been
poured out...
In a river of tears,
like an overflowing spout...
my latter days will be better than the former?

Once I have learned from this,
clung to Him,
and come out stronger...
could it be that the latter days of my life
will be happier than the first?

Yes, this is His plan for me.
From the God who loves me.
Full restoration of all that I've lost.
And realizing that in comparison
to knowing Him,
all else is loss.
Inspired by Job 42:12 and Phil. 3: 8-10, Holy Bible.
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304 · Feb 2017
A New Perspective
The Faithful Dreamer Feb 2017
A New Perspective
Lord, teach me how to love them.
Without molding them into my god.
And facing then...
the consequence.
The loss.
Of what could have been.
A beautiful bond.

Teach me how to love them.
Without expecting them to fill
my void.
For only You can quench my thirst.
Oh teach me, Lord, to put You first.
That I might learn to truly love.
And be loved.
In return.
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303 · May 2016
MY GOOD GOOD FATHER
The Faithful Dreamer May 2016
MY GOOD GOOD FATHER
Who am I?
Loved.
Cherished.
Forgiven.
Valued.
Redeemed.
Rescued.
Held.
B­y my Good Good Father.
Loved.
By my Good Good Father.
This is who I am.
---inspired by Chris Tomlin's new song, "Good Good Father."
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303 · Jul 2017
Ready
The Faithful Dreamer Jul 2017
Ready
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.
Again.
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303 · May 2016
The Rescue
The Faithful Dreamer May 2016
The Rescue
Thank you, Lord, for rescuing me from my own way.
Again.
Thank you for removing the stain of my sin.
And wiping my slate clean.
Jesus, I love you so much.
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297 · Jan 2018
In Winter's Cold
The Faithful Dreamer Jan 2018
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.
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294 · Mar 2018
The Church of the Messiah
The Faithful Dreamer Mar 2018
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.
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290 · Aug 2016
At Least I Have Loved
The Faithful Dreamer Aug 2016
At Least I Have Loved
I would rather cry.
I would rather feel the pain
of a broken heart.
Than feel nothing at all.
For at least I know
that I have loved.
And it is far greater,
far better,
to have loved
and experience loss,
than never to have loved
at all.
Last line taken from a quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson. 
  I have realized in my present valley that every human relationship ultimately ends in loss, but my relationship with Christ is eternal and unending.  And nothing and no one can separate me from His Love. (Rom. 8:35-39)
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290 · Jun 2016
Raised Up To Solid Ground
The Faithful Dreamer Jun 2016
Raised Up To Solid Ground
Joseph was raised up from a pit,
to a position of respect.
Daniel was rescued from the lion's den,
because he put his trust in Him.
Moses was saved from his enemy Pharaoh,
and led God's people to a brighter tomorrow.
Christ was victorious over sin and death,
even the Cross was not His final breath.
And I too, as one of His,
shall follow in the footsteps of those gone before.
Though I find myself now in a place of
heartache and trouble,
where there are those who oppose me
and want to ***** out Your light in me,
You, O God, will raise me up,
and set my feet upon solid ground.
You will rescue me from those who want to bring me down.
And replace my tears of mourning
with a joyous song.
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289 · Feb 2017
Puddles
The Faithful Dreamer Feb 2017
Puddles
I walk through puddles.
Like mirrors.
Beneath my booted feet.
Beholding the beauty.
Of reflections of trees.
Mirror images.
Of the original creation.
Oh may I too,
be a reflection.
Of the beauty of my Lord and King.
May I be.
A mirror image.
Of Him.
2 Corinthians 3:18--"But we all, with unveiled face,
beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory..."
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287 · Apr 2017
ONE Thing
The Faithful Dreamer Apr 2017
ONE Thing
How I worry.
How I fret.
When only
ONE thing
is needed.
To sit.
At Jesus' feet.
And listen.
Just.
Listen.
To His Word.

---inspired by Luke 10:38-42, Holy Bible.
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285 · Mar 2019
Within HIS Grasp
The Faithful Dreamer Mar 2019
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.
To.
Sin.

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.
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278 · Nov 2016
Breathe
The Faithful Dreamer Nov 2016
Breathe
I breathe out anger and fear.
The breath of death.

I breathe in rest and freedom.
The breath of Life.

From the Life-giving God.
Who holds it all together.

Who holds.

My every.

Breath.
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277 · Sep 2016
Autumn's Gifts
The Faithful Dreamer Sep 2016
Autumn's Gifts
There is a chill in the air now.
That wasn't there before.
As summer draws to a close,
and signs of autumn appear.
The blossoms drop their petals,
in the colder temperatures.
The rabbit's coat begins to transform,
as white fur replaces brown.
The leaves on the trees are changing
to gold,
ever so slowly...
leaf by leaf.
As summer will soon be beyond our reach.
The morning sun sleeps in later,
and darkness comes earlier in September.
The autumn winds can be chilly,
but the trees arrayed with brilliant colour
are so very pretty.
I curl up now,
wrapped cozy in my blanket,
with a good book and a hot cup of tea.
And I thank the Lord that each season
has good gifts stored within it.
For you and me.
If we would but open our eyes to see.
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267 · May 2016
Eyes Fixed On Beauty
The Faithful Dreamer May 2016
Eyes Fixed On Beauty
A glorious pink and blue sunrise
paints the sky.
And on this new day,
this is where I fix my eyes.
In the light of its beauty,
my troubles seem to shrink in size.
For as I behold glorious colour,
and let go of my woes,
Joy can begin to flow.
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264 · Mar 2017
Winter's Final Breath
The Faithful Dreamer Mar 2017
Winter's Final Breath
Snow.
So cold.
Showers down.
Upon the ground.
Icing up roads.
Laying branches low.
I journey,
white-knuckled,
to my destination.
I step out.
The frozen air bites my face.
Will this Winter ever end?
Will Spring ever come?
Then...
just when I've settled in.
To accept two more months
of Jack Frost.
Winter breathes.
Her final breath.
And Spring.
Comes.
At last.
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263 · Oct 2017
Give Me You
The Faithful Dreamer Oct 2017
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.

Jesus.
Oh, Jesus.
Give me.
YOU.
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!
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262 · Dec 2017
To Rise Again
The Faithful Dreamer Dec 2017
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.
Again.
Do not gloat over me, O my Enemy.
Victory shall yet be mine.
In Christ my King.
Do not.
Gloat.
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.
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261 · Jul 2017
It Will Come
The Faithful Dreamer Jul 2017
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.

IT WILL COME.
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260 · Jul 2017
Paradoxical Love
The Faithful Dreamer Jul 2017
Paradoxical Love
Fierce.
Jealous.
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.
Fierce.
Jealous.
Is His Love.


Gentle.
Tender.
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
fierce.
By His
gentle.
Love.
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257 · Nov 2017
He Catches Every Tear
The Faithful Dreamer Nov 2017
He Catches Every Tear
Tear after tear.
Falls.

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

Then,
He reaches
into her heart.
And heals every wound.
With gentle
caresses.
Of His
Unfailing.
Unrelenting.
Everlasting.
Love.
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