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g clair Jun 2014
Joy
Love
Peace
Patience....
Kindness
Goodness  
self control!
Isn't it true that we get what we're after?
God grafted his vine to my branches, my soul.

Joy
Love
Peace
Kindness....
Patience
Goodness
Self Control!
the pride in my labor
had caused me great blindness
he traded my sin, for his LOVE and I'm whole!
"Peace I leave, my peace I give you. Not as the world gives do I give"- Jesus Christ.
g clair Jun 2014
DP:  "I
I just
I just don't
I just don't know
I just don't know how to
how to.... to do this...how do I do this?"

DOH: " to do what?".

DP: "How I ought to deal with you".
" What is the kindest way to avoid drama....
To avoid the manipulation of self pity...
To save us both the indignation of an acting out?"

DOH: "There are at many ways to deal with me....
"nicely and neatly to avoid inflicting more pain,
directly and honestly to help you understand,
silently and patiently in hopes that you will find another to distract you,
sternly and without pity to engage your own sense of pride.
or....shall I remind you of the past and how difficult it was for you?
shall I simply give you increments of time to help you adjust?
shall I simply smile and promise to talk soon as I wave goodbye?"

DP: Or perhaps I should simply come to grips with the fact that you are in my life forever and thank God for you?
After all, who else would care for me as much as you? "

DOH: " Probably no one", and thinking a little longer responded, "No one can love you like me".

DP: "BUT YOU DON'T love me!"

DOH: "I don't? Hmm.... I guess I never noticed."

DP: "Perhaps this is true. But is it fair to do that, to take without returning, and how is it that you can continue to do that? Oh, who can answer my questions about fairness in relationships?"

DOP: You can, if you have the courage to face singleness."
g clair Jun 2014
dysfunction is the glue
which has me stuck, like you
in patterns from our youfh
disguising simple truth
our DNA maintains
the crazy in our brains
the way our families act
and cope with troubling fact
the stuff we choose to do
in which we have no clue
be sure  this fact is true:
dysfunction is the glue.
g clair Jun 2014
Hey come on , it's not that bad
I've heard it all, I know, you're sad
and not that I don't care to know
the reasons why you feel so low

but hey, come on, it's been a while
since anyone has seen you smile
it's not too late to throw the fight
to walk away, to sleep tonight

and give it all to God again
just leave it in His hands my friend
the biggest battle He has won
it's n'er too late to meet His Son

and Jesus Christ the Lord of Life
has made a way to ease your strife
to lift the burden, soothe your pain
He understands the human brain

because Creator of it all
was present there at man's great fall
away from God,  with freedoms choice
we could not hear his still small voice.

and born this way with tendency
to disobey and serve just me
God made a way to bridge the gap
to wake the sleeper from his nap

to make it right between the One
to ALL God's kids, He sent His Son
and through this Man, his sacrifice
this perfect lamb, He paid the price

He broke their law by healing folks
on Sabbath day He took their yokes
he bore their burdens, healed their lame
forgives the sinner, ends the shame.

and in His name I speak to you
whose sadness breaks your heart in two
whose troubles seem to suffocate
the longing for a better plate

the bread of Life, it is the Son
who said He and his Dad are One
and by his word,  and by his Spirit
the Way, the Truth, the Life, you'll hear it.

Turn to God just as you are
with all your hurts and every scar
He trades his life, in joy and love
for everything you're thinking of

the urge to sin, the stuff we do
our past, the hurt and anger too
is powerless, the fear will cease
because He lives, you'll live in peace

Hey Jesus come into my heart
and give me now a fresh new start
and heal my hurts, what' e're you find
and clear the cobwebs from my mind

Forgive the ones whose actions reaped
my soul's affliction deeply steeped
in misery from secret crimes
I've carried through these troubled times

In dungeon I was chained to sin
in darkness kept the secret in
and lies were told which broke my heart
I kept them all, despised my start

He says he knows my deepest pain
he's lived a life and felt the same
rejected from the very start
by those who could not know His heart.

Forgive them Father for they know
not what they do,  nor where they go
the sheep are lost and now are found
He's walked in fields upon this ground.

Inside my heart a field as well
I've sown some seeds which grew like Hell
and drew me out to places wrought
with misery, this was my lot

But now I'm found by shepherd who
has gone the distance, freed me too
by precious death from thorny vine
redeemed my soul and calls me "MINE".

Hey come on , it's not that bad
He's heard it all, He knows you're sad
already knows the reason why
because He lives, you'll never die.

Hey come on, it's really cool
the stuff He does,  He's no one's fool
This triune God,  His name Yah-hooed!
The Way the Truth, the Life, the Dude!

Another Epic God Poem. His love never ends either.
g clair Jun 2014
they were young and their feelings were true
had their dreams of a life in the mountains
and they spoke of a child or two
in a house with a garden and fountains.

and the day of their marriage was sweet
though it rained in the valley that morning
soon it cleared, sunlight drying the street
and the yard with the wedding adorning.

There they prayed that their love would remain
to each other a vow of devotion
hung a sign in their yard with their name
and their love grew like fish in the ocean

and the best of the years were the days
that their love would bring children with laughter
and the songs of the God whom they praise
to His Kingdom right here and thereafter.

From their lives came a mountain of good
and the children like beanstalks they grew
and in time love released what it could
from their own came the story of you.

they were old and they knew what to say
had a lifetime of stories and told them
to the folks, many came by each day
to the farm, for the stuff that they sold them.
g clair Jun 2014
Glide upon the whooshing air
in suit of polyester wear
Ride upon the tourquise skies
those fancy goggles on your eyes
Free fall forward gliding fast
wings are tight
as air screams past
glancing downward now you see
the road is winding out to the sea!


trusting that your landing will be soft
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