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Don't be a mud on road
be a rainbow in the sky
Master what and why

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
He took the scorn that should have been mine.
The crown of thorns which pierced His brow.
Should have been mine to owe.

The beating which marred Him
beyond human recognition.
Should have been my sentence for sin.

He took the nails that should have been mine.
He carried the Cross which I should have borne.
It should have been I
who was...
mocked
scorned
whipped
stripped
wounded
abandoned.
Left.
To die.

But He chose to take my sentence.
My suffering.
My sin.
My shame.
So I could live.
In eternity with Him.
Oh, how great a Love is this!
That He would suffer such great pain.
For such an unworthy sinner as I.

I bow my knee and worship Him.
With tears of gratitude.
For my redemption.
He carried the Cross I should have borne.
No greater Love has ever been shown.

I bow my knee.
And worship Him.
For He took the sentence
that should have been mine.
And made it His own.
No greater Love.
Was ever.
Shown.
Beautiful one, you are more Beautiful than a Golden Sunrise.
You are more Sweeter than a whole bakery restaurant too.
You are the driving Sun warmth brushing against my face.
You are the fresh Pool of water that feeds the thirst of the thirsty.
You are everything that I always need and want as well.
There is none other that I would choose over you always.
You are the Fresh Fruit that fills my Hunger every time.
You are the sweet sound of a new born first cry too.
You are the touch of the warm breeze against my arm.
I want to Speak Life into your Life.
I want to Love upon you with Christ love.
I want to always be there for you in all times.
I want to thank you for all that you do here.
I want to be blind and deaf to all of your..
Faults, Errors, and to all of your mistakes too.
I want to Bless you when you are feeling sad.
I want to help you when all else has abandon you.
I want to thank you for everything that you have done.
A sound was heard at my
garden door
A feathered smudge found upon it

There she lay in frightened
trembling dismay
   A giant knelt ...
yet still towering above her

He reached out and touched
her pounding heart
Then cupped her warmth
in his hand

She stayed awhile until
she could smile
At the kindly human mystery

This love they shared
is uncommonly rare
She knew she could be freed

Before she flew
she whispered a song she knew
into the gentle giant’s  beard :

“I cannot make you happy
You're a wounded Bird like me ―
be Free...
you must find the strength to Fly”…

"A Bird in your hand
  is worth two in the bush ―

   Come fly away with me"...



March 2012 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
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Thank you so much for the special feature this simple heartfelt poem has been allowed.  It is based on actual events that happen often where habitat
meets civilization.  As humans we can mitigate this footprint left behind by lifting the weight of caring with actions that speck louder than words. Who among us has not needed a helping hand when we are struggling with the unexpected?  Moments we must find the strength to carry on with a little help from our friends?

   Find the strength to fly ―

Written March 1st, 2012
reposted from my original account
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Morals abandoned,
Faith broken,
Love forsaken.

Therefore joy gets stolen.

What we have left is ; fakeness,struggles,pain,hurt,blindness, bitterness,
But we also still have love,*
That little spark can rekindle the joy.
Imagine , a world full of Love, Peace, and Joy.
Imagine a world, that chase after our Creator.
Imagine, a world where we live by Faith.
Imagine, a world which we live without hate.
Imagine, a world where Christ comes First.
Imagine, a world where we Live in Harmony.
Imagine, a world where everything is Holy.
Imagine, a world where no Sorrow exist here.
Imagine, a world that soon shall come into existence.
Praise Christ for the new Earth and Heaven to come.
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