A Meditation on II Corinthians 12:7-10

There is a point where I turn to You.
A time when I realize that
no one else will do.

I do my own thing, from You I stray.
Then something i can't handle
gets in my way.

I plea for mercy, "Please take it away;"
But, my point of dependency
is here to stay.

Walking in faith is hard to do,
Thanks for that point where
I depend on You.

©1996 Michael S. Davis

I sit here, poor ol' lonely me,
and fear the grip of senility.
My joints all ache - i can barely see.
Everything's worn out on me.

My family's busy and pays no mind.
So often their words aren't too kind.
To their slights they think I'm blind,
as if I have no heart or mind.

Lord to you I turn and humbly pray
for the strength to face this day.
My faltering steps lead in Your way.
Please show me what to do and say.

Help me see your loving care,
and of others needs be aware.
Help me be ready their burdens to bear,
as Your salvation I gladly share.

I'll hang in here one more day,
as these old bones creak and sway.
Perhaps my famliy will come and see
- poor ol' lonely me.

©1979 Michael S. Davis

Lord, I see you on the cross each day,
Through the things I do and say.
You feel the bite of a soldiers scourge,
When a brother's fall my actions urge.

A crown of thorns Your brow does pierce,
While I sin in anger, proud and fierce.
Your wounds a purple robe does burn,
As mockingly, Your love I spurn.

With hands and feet by nails ****** through,
You die the awful death I'mdue.
And as Your side the sword does cleave,
Your precious blood flows forth, for me.

Forgive me, Lord, my heart renew;
I confess, right now, my sin to You.
Your strength I need, for I'm too weak,
To live the words which now I speak;
Be glorified through me this day,
In everything I do and say.

©1980 Michael S. Davis

This gift is given to comfort and guide you,
To help you in trials your spirit renew.
These words of Life are given to share,
To gelp you show others their sin Christ will bear.
This precious Book, sent from above,
Is the Sword of th Spirit, the Weapon of Love.

©1979 Michael S. Davis

Waiting for the nurturing warmth upon its face,
Hoping for a reason to unfurl her velvet lace;
Wrapped snugly in its bud are treasures soft and sweet,
And only in release can her beauty be complete.

The passion of a rose is wrapped up nice and tight,
And its potential waits there, beyond the strongest might.
It opens to the season's mysterious caress,
And lifts its face to heaven for God to touch and bless.

He touches those soft petals with the blush of love
And releases from its heart a fragrance born above.
Just below the petals is a sacrificial thorn,
And in those lush green leaves, hope for life reborn.

Its passion is released, and seems so quickly gone,
But the love for which it sacrificed goes on and on and on.
With its fragrance all used up, its velvet tarnished, too,
Then its crystal vase is empty - its passion is in you.

©2001 Michael S. Davis