YOU ARE GOD and I HAVE TO BELIEVE
My dear Father God above the heavens high
ever loving and ever faithful in loving me
even though, I am being sinful, stubborn,
and disobedient to follow Your call and will...
I am really sorry for the times I failed
but I surely want to ask, how do I know
if the decisions I am pursuing are Your will?
How do I know that amidst deafening silence
it is Your resilient but gentle voice I am hearing?
It's long while now that I was taught to pray
but to Your eyes, are my prayers correct?
Are you really listening intently to them?
Why at times You only answer me when all are black,
when all my plans are disrupted, unruly and crooked?
Why at times You are letting me wait, for hours,
days, weeks, months and even the length of a lifetime?
I humbly want to thank You for the roof o'er my head,
the food I am able to eat and enjoy in every meal,
the trials and tests You and I joined to pass,
the steady beating of my heart telling me: I'm alive.
I adore You, each breath that passes from my lungs,
I want to thank You, honor You, praise and glorify You
but how do I know that I am doing these alright?
Is it enough that I simply attend a Church service?
And there I reply amen, sing or shout Your Holy Name?
Or I do better by loving sincerely other people?
I, sharing in loving- kindness the blessings
You abundantly are raining down in my life...
Do I brush a smile or a laughter to Your cheeks
when I give alms to the poor? Or more when I offer
freely and wholeheartedly a hug, an embrace, an ear
my time to someone who is afraid, lost, sick or sad?
Or most of my deeds result to I painting often a frown
on You? Or worse I pierce Your big, big heart
when I don't even recognize Your goodness to me.
Oh forgive me, forgive me please Father God...
Scientists, religious persons and even my parents
have described You to me but when O when,
when will I ever have that chance to behold Your face?
When will I have some minutes to hold or touch You?
My heart and my spirit longs of Your gracious presence,
of Your awesome essence. I am overwhelmingly blessed
when in my everyday I am treated by others fairly. but--
are they the signs that will whisper: You are always with me?
From the perfumed air of budding roses or ripened fruits
to drumbeats of rain and prickly strikes of the sun
are they the ones You want me to feel, smell, and see
`cause they speak the beauty and love You have for me?
I believe and love You my Almighty Father God
but is this enough for me to be saved after death?
My being is happy that You came and spelled freedom
and into my own hands lies the crucial choice
to either believe You or not. . .
CONTEST NAME: ARE YOU THERE GOD
Contest Sponsor: Silent One
but to God be the Highest Glory!
~~POEM OF THE DAY - October 15, 2015~~
but to God be the Highest glory!
Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo
11:04 am, October 14, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo
~It's Only Through Jesus~
It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place
So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace
It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday
The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way
God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth,
He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands
God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land
It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand
It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually
Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense
The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all
Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense
Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see
It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter
My God You read my thoughts...
You know what's in my heart...
You know my desires, my needs and my wants;
You know what brings me happiness and sorrows;
You know everything about me.
More than me ever, I know you know me;
There are times I wonder why I need to experience these;
I wonder why You brought me to some places;
I wonder why...
There are times You answer me immediately..
Yet there are times I need to wait..
for a day, a month or years...
I am sorry sometimes I am impatient..
I am sorry sometimes I falter.
And sometimes I become depressed and anxious...
yet despite all these my Father God...
I am holding myself back..
I keep on reminding myself that
You are bigger than anything..
That You are walking with me
and carrying me through all the way...
I know and I trust that in the silence..
You will speak to me;
You will calm my nerves;
You will understand my weakness;
You will give me peace.
And that you will direct me to where the best is....
I have my plans my Father God..
I trust You..
I trust that Yours is better than mine..
I trust that Yours is best for me...
I do not have everything my Father God..
but its okey..
Only I ask...
That please give me more strength...
give me more wisdom...
give me more understanding...
give me more patience...
I thank You for everything..
I know that without You by my side..
I have been long down..
I have been all just a person without a will.
a person meaningless...
a person who is empty..
or at losS..
Thank You for searching me...
I know a lifetime will never be enough to thank You..
Nor what I have is enough to You..
But I trust that despite these,,
You will see me through..
You will still hold me through..
For I believe, You will see my heart...
Thank You very much..
I know and I trust that whatever is happening now..
You are in full control.
Hence, I am totally surrendering all to You.
For my life is within Your hands,
I surrender to You...
June 04, 2014
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo
One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
To me it seemed just one more night--
Like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
Would hear the tinkling of the bells,
Would see the garish harlot's robe
And painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
It did not matter much to me--
A nobleman, Samaritan,
A Roman or a Pharisee,
Someone would pause and with one glance
Strip me again of maiden pride,
And leaving, later, never know
The shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
He would not see my hollow heart
Nor hear me curse him for his pay.
T was then I saw a band of men
Approaching down the narrow road;
There should be one among that crowd
Who wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
My loneliness and misery.
I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He sups at Simon's house__
All day the dusty paths we roamed;
But, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
Small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
Till from His side I cannot stay;
I'll wash His feet with tears of love
And with my hair wipe them away.
Copyright © Faye Gibson
OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL
I know today, at this time
You... my son(man), may not wholly know me.
but, may I ask you...
Have you taken one time to close your eyes in silence,
feel me in your midst... and somehow reflect why despite say:
your abounding richness still, you feel lost or empty?
your waterfall trials still, you find yourself standing?
your ten thousand sins still, you are given another day to live?
My eyes, My hands, My feet.
My heart, My breathe, My mind,
All of them are filled with unselfish love for You.
Before... I created the world complete and beautiful for you
that all you need and all you want is there
within your grasp. Within your reach.
No hunger. No thirst. No killing.
No stealing. No pain. No disease.
Nothing evil is there nor anything to cause a tear from your eyes.
I created you my son as like me
unto my image and likeness you are mold
yet above all these, how was I to know...
that with some lies of a devil
you will desire to be greater than I am.
but I have forgiven You and given You always chances
to change, to be better and once again look unto me as Your God alone.
Yet, You seem to be blind, deaf or seem to be high-pride
Hence, I have come to the point of sending you, my Only Begotten Son
Him, who I answered and empowered through His uttered prayers.
Him, whom I asked to fully demonstrate how it is to be human
and more to be God at the same time.
Him, who didn't consider status, gender, race or age.
Selflessly, He embraced all but overall still He wasn't accepted .
Him, who begged with blood of tears that I will take away the cup from Him
but later, surrendered and humbly said: MY WILL BE DONE.
so even His follower who was bribed-- became a traitor.
And so, He was condemned and put to death.
Again, my son, I ask you to ponder on this
Do you need me to every now and then be infront of you?
(when I am always here knocking at Your heart's door)
Will by seeing me in flesh and hearing my voice convince you?
(aren't my Creations: the sun, flowers, the waters, the air tell you am around?)
that I am Your God, who will never leave you nor forsake you.
(aren't my spirit, your friends, family, supporter,
or even a kind stranger tell you am present?)
Don't you recognize every single day that I am performing miracles for you?
(but sad. Sad. Sad that you don't notice them)
Have I not given you a heart and a mind to know and decide?
To name a few..
I am a builder. I am a teacher. I am a healer: the greatest physician.
I am a fisherman. The great carpenter. The great farmer. The great gardener.
Oh yes! yesterday, today and even tomorrow
you will hear or you will see so much about me from anyone
but have I not told you always to seek me by your heart
and that apart from me you can not do more
and that you need faith, hope and love to see me...
As strong as the wind, as quiet as the forest
As fearless as the fire, as immovable as the mountains
from east to west, from north to south
to the flying spell of the night, to the erupting swell of the sun
even borders and beyond...
I am the way, the truth and the life
I am the alpha and omega
I am the one and only God
I am who was, who is and yet to come
I am the God who knows all...
I so love you my son that above all this,
I gave you free will,
I am leaving you the choice...
to open your door for me or not.
Will you let me enter, my son?
10:03 pm, March 24, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Faithful days and restful nights, he lived through storm and drought.
A promise fulfilled, the Lord gave him love and salvation.
I watched him each day pray, worship and serve others devout,
Taking the hand of Jesus, he walked in light of redemption.
Happily, he would share God’s love with all who would listen.
In dark of midnight hour, he felt the warmth of a rising sun.
Standing at his heart’s door, the light of the Lord’s love glistened,
And turning the knob, a gift to give, his battle had been won.
Problems soon came, illness threatened, from the Lord, away he turned.
Often he would raise his fists, shouting in blame with trembling rage.
Where light once glowed bright from within, now his anger burned,
Echoing thoughts of his loss, his weak body on fallen stage.
Restless were his nights and bitter the endless days of grief.
Forgiveness would take a miracle, so I prayed for a new start.
Unwavering was my diligence, I knew his earthly days were brief.
Like lightning to the tallest tree, the greatest love at last pierced his heart.
To the cross, he was carried where Jesus paid the ultimate price.
He surrendered, remembering he was never forsaken.
I felt the peace with his last breath and steadfast love suffice.
Never to be burdened by this world’s sickness, sorrow and sin.
Given gift of heavenly light, one day I’ll see him again.
For Mystic Rose's Faith Is A Powerful Thing Contest, 1/10/15
*a work of fiction, but the faith and feelings are true.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b
His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.
Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.
His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.
Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.
Copyright © Robyn Thomas
O~n occasion, the mind accretes to, "the hurt," when facing
V~icissitudes; blinded by, "the better nature," causing to
E~fface the focus from the Architect while simultaneously
R~aising questions why. Impatience encourages the
C~ollaboration of misery to consult with those of the same mind.
O~nly then to find temporary pleasure due to humanly clocks power.
M~entally drained by dint of attacks upon attacks; seemingly to be
I~nsufferable and impregnable. Though the Architect,
N~ever vanishes and will never vanish from the scene. So,
G~ive and release all apprehension with entire trust.
S~torms will arise from daybreak to nightfall. It must be remembered the
A~rchitect of whom in total control oversees misery so
N~ever question the authority. Become courageous and
D~etermined that, "This Too Shall Pass." Be conscious of
S~trength, wisdom and knowledge evolving afterwards.
T~oday, focus on the size of the Architect and Not
O~n what the mind can't do. Always
R~emain prayerful and faith filled.
M~ust never ignore the Architect of whom created life's puzzle
S~hifting all elements of sand in place from day to day.
(To those who will receive)
Vicissitudes- Ups and Downs
Contest Title: Build Your Own Sand
Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT
The fallen sons slipped off Creation’s lens.
To taste the sting from our own tree and fruit.
Their giants quarried till no place to stand.
Before these day’s deceiving shades of gray,
The prophet’s shutters opened wide to write.
Foretold of hate in focus driving nails.
Our Pilate’s wash in Silver Halide’s bowl.
For only one Son’s blood can fill the baths,
His saving grace developing the soul.
And now reflecting every color’s hue,
Presented flawless under Father’s sight.
This world to turn and from you it will take.
Endure this to the end and ride the light.
Contest: Black and white film photography
Sponsor: Giorgio A. V.
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Copyright © rob carmack
Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.
Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.
"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.
"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."
"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."
Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.
"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat
Or even Henry's son."
Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.
"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"
"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more;
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."
Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.
From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."
From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"
"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."
Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.
"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."
John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.
For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst
I have been a Christian for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of them all
Writing poetry that has made me feel appalled
I have coveted, lied, hated and stole
Indulged in adultery with an innocent sole
I have broken my family, and now live in separate homes
While writing perversions of my conquests in poems
The thing that worries me, is that I feel nothing at all
This is what scares Sidney. C Hall
I see the ten commandments almost all broken
Save for killing no words of remorse that are spoken
Am I destined to a life burning in hell?
As part of the masses with speeches that make heads swell
Denying God and not seeking his Grace
Awaiting the day to say “I have no excuse,” to his face
Or believing a lie that there is no forgiveness
And just going along my ungodly business
Ladies and Gentleman my soul is in turmoil
Sin runs through my veins causing my blood to boil
I say to myself Sid you need to change,
Then the next minute something take me out of range
But I feel nothing, so how can this scare me
If I feel nothing , why is fear in hell, I see
Could this be God preparing my final years
I hope and pray soaked in tears
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet
If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date
Or undo a mistake?
Watch your child be birthed again
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
Maybe pet that dog just one more time
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
But you can say now what you wouldn't before
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw
It seems like falling apart or yielding would be so easy,
But I’ve been driving down this road so long,
That letting go or slowing down feels completely wrong.
So when it seems like I’m being admirably strong,
Know that I envy you who admits your humbling fears,
Even when you float by in a trail of self-made tears.
Show me proof that God somehow steers,
If I take my hands off the wheel of this lemon,
And relinquish muzzled pain and poisonous venom.
Copyright © Kim Bond
When we were lost,
How did we feel,
Before we came to the cross
Is God real ?
Before that day,
When we turn from sin,
In a world in which we play,
Tired of the pain deep with in.
Jesus came to show a way,
To make stright the path,
For narrow is the gate,
Yet here we are at last.
Thru the days of wonder,
Now you can see his Glory,
His word are as Thunder,
Now can you see the true story ?
Yes, Our God is real,
My eye's have seen from where i've Been,
His love and grace my heart is sealed,
He calls me friend.
Forgiven, made whole,
I now walk and talk to him,
from the pit of hell from I was entering
Jesus saved my soul from all my sins.
Copyright © Philip Welch
I do not know?
Oh my soul.
My God to thee
how should I explain
all I can say
I was in pain, and lost out in the rain.
Oh my soul,
God set me free
he took from me my shame
for all the things I did to others
I've accepted all the blame
Oh my soul,
my eyes were blind
to all the drugs I've done
after all the drugs I've put in me
I have to say I'm done
Oh my soul,
My God to thee,
I meant to come home soon
I wandered in the wild life
I knew not what to do
Oh my soul,
My God to thee,
I shall not stray again
I'll go out to spread the word
I'll tell them where I've been
I'll bring those home who have been lost,
for thee I'll do this service
for those addicts I'll count the cost
My God to thee.
Copyright © richard michael
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain
I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain
He is the only King who touched my soul.
In his arms, I found my self as whole.
He pulls me up when I was down.
He saves my soul in flaming lawn.
Through His Father, the Sovereign God.
He was sent to Earth with all His love.
By the womb of a woman with faith and trust,
A child was born ,brought a message from God.
He is the light that shines my way.
The inspiration to face every battle.
He is the strength when I am weak.
He is the closest friend I used to speak.
Whenever rain pour down from the sky.
I always thank God for sending a cry.
I used to remember the love that's divine.
For giving us His only begotten son, Jesus.
** 3rd Place Winner in Debbie Guzzi's Contest:Jesus & Mary for Easter **
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres
Quite frankly, I don't remember at all
You see I was quite young when I took my first fall.
Don't know which parent was there to catch me
Or how hard the decision was to stand back and let me.
Did I topple forward or backward, or who made the call.
And who scooped me up crying
After the fall.
I can't remember the joy of first letting go
And taking that step without holding on.
Groping my way forward
Leaning against the wall
I got back up
After the fall.
As the Earth spun the years flew by so fast
At 17 I finally knew everything at last!!
Unexpectedly, I fell once again,
Head over heels this time
And out on a limb.
I was so sure of that bet
I gambled it all
Heart bruised abused and then broken
After that fall.
And then I broke my own promise
To not love again.
Hungry for life
I gambled to win.
Life is a theatre of first steps first
A one act play with no time to rehearse.
Co starring in roles
Cast without planning.
"Never more" echoes
The raven still chanting.
To let darkness win all
Trusting Father to be there
After the fall.
Then the day came
When I had a son
To let him learn the word hot And hope he'd not run,
Would he still love me
Or trust me at all
When I pulled my hand back
And allowed him to fall?
And knowing I'd be there again
To help him to stand
And knowing he might never walk
If I didn't let go of his hand
And hoping he didn't revert back to a crawl
When I let go of his hand
And allowed him to fall.
As the earth kept on turning
My heart kept yearning
My son now a man
Living and learning.
He hasn't held my hand now in a very long time
The cats in the cradle slowly plays in the back of my mind.
I looked in the mirror today
And noticed my dad.
And remembered a talk that we'd never had.
Remembering how he seemed towering and tall
And was there every time
After each fall.
I lose my balance these days now and again
My steps aren't as sure
As they once might have been.
In the winter of life now
I feel so small
And wonder who'll catch me
If I take a fall.
I suppose I'll just have to trust Father
With both great things and small
To pick me up on the other side
When I take my last fall.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw
I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark
When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark.
I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow
But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know
It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does
I went into the backyard to determine what it was.
Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be
It flew right up and landed very close to me.
Soon I realized it was no ordinary find.
What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind.
A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft
Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask.
He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me.
I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free.
His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone
He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.”
He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know
But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go.
He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh
I knew I’d better listen to this little guy.
Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more –
Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. .
He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream.
He was here because of some wayward sunbeam.
“I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.”
He said, “The race is always over before it has begun.
There is a reason for these victories, you see
My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.”
“Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command.
I can do more things with them than man can understand.”
He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will
I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.”
I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.”
He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will.
I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night
The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight
So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth --
This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth.
I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high.
Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.”
Written By John Posey
Copyright © John Posey
--Your Persona, Captures Elegance,
Your Heart, Values At Top Rate,
Your Soul, Priceless, GODS LOve--
Copyright © Carma Reed
A star has fallen
a brush of light
a little corner deep
in the firmament
before it turns
A dream that vanished
before it even became
a glisten of wish
a bud that withered away
before I study it
or it was just a breath
which sacrificed itself
for other breaths
and shone like a Sun
before it unites itself
with the Infinite Being
the 'Ancient of Days'.
Copyright © Vassilis Comporozos
I do not know?
In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking
then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay
bringing forth a new life form
from which by itself was alone and dead
water shall be made available to all
which shall give the texture to work with
few will absorb into a ready substance
seeking to be like the lamp stand which set the example
washing away the stones which caused it to separate
the Potter shall embrace with guidance
pouring the perfect mixture on a solid foundation
for this new creation to be molded
for all has been brought forth to press on
Just as clay while being formed into his creation
will fall and try to go on its own
for it has no support within itself
and has to be known it can not do it alone
but he watches closely and with his hands
he continues to mold and patch all things right
for he knows its path and direction
for only by staying in the center of his hands
shall it be raised up into a finished product
set up to be baked by the fire to purify
which then can be filled with overflowing water
Copyright © Stephan McBride
God of Light
In the dark of night,
And face my lord
The God of Light
Who guides me
Thru the haze of pain,
And takes on him
My guilt and shame
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand
Because He chose
To call me friend
A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
I lay no claim
To being just,
He gives me grace
In trade for trust
For any man,
Without the mercy
Of “I Am”
The song of God
Is in my ear,
And every fear
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep
All earthly harm
As I slumber
In his arms
No longer frightened
By the night
Is the God of Light
Copyright © Brian Wallace
Lord., I've Been Hurting!
This one thing I am
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.
I trying to do right, but it
turns out “wrong.”
Where, in life,
do I really belong?
So many people
pass me by.
may say; “hi!”
I don’t know if this message is
I feel so confused and
A message of “help” has my
prayer and plea…
For God to reach out to me!
He reached down and
made me whole!
HIS love and compassion
filled my soul!
Spending time with Jesus
is time well spent!
It was for you and me that
Jesus was sent!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
Oh how beautiful the day you gave to me
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
Lord I desire your ways and your rest to see your hand touch my life
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
I stand and look inside my soul
The way you make things unfold
The little things Lord they make me new
The touch of the wind gives me life from you.
The flowers and there fragrance are lifting me up
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
Your ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
The woman you made when you set me free.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Copyright © Betty Bolden
Dear Jesus… I realize
how much I really need you!
I want to honor,
love and trust you!
I know that others will
I know that you’re here….
And will take care of me!
Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!
May I bring honor
to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!
Dear Jesus… You’re all I need!
And so much more!
It’s you that my life
was meant for!
I offer to you, my lord,
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
And the life you’re giving!
You all I’ll ever need!
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton