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.
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
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
Reassuring Eternal Salvation Union with God Receiving Rewards Election Completely made whole Time Is No more death sorrow or pain
Trinity refining me..'
Warm ,tingly, vibrate and calm
yet astonishing, amazing
Calm, nurturing, beautiful
Oh so rare
Delightful, graceful, and subconsciously aware
but plainly distinct
Second chances, forgiveness, and divine
Breathe Of Light
has been set forth for me
Through my personal tragedies
Cancer, auto accidents, personal issues
Death couldn't declare
Heartache, broken relationships
loss of loved ones to bear
images of hell at a stare
Breathe of Life
has been set forth for me
White doves, rainbows
Angels in the realm
Oh so grim
Hallelujah I scream
Breath Of Life for me
has been set forth
For it's not a dream
It's my reality!
U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.
M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.
If your burdens have you down and
You feel you’ve lost your way, you
Need not wander life along
A path that aimless, strays
Friend to friend, you’re not alone
I’m here, and will abide
Sailing through the storms of woe
Right beside you, I will guide
Behind you, in your sails I’ll blow
Like the wind that carries you on
A new horizon will be your map to
Bridge the great beyond
Over the side, in faith you’ll step on the
Troubled and shifting tide
Water will roil and fear may call, but
I am here, and will abide
Will you trust and walk with me?
Ease in and you may find
Your faith will grow upon each step and
Mind the test of time
Christopher Thor Britt (2/11/2014)
M other we honor her....
O vercomer in trials and tribulations,
T ruthful for she keeps her word and her obligations.
H elpful to all that needs a helping hand,
E verlasting love through time that stands.
R ighteousness of Christ,
S elfless from start to finish through her life.
L ove that is enduring...
O nly with her love, she is always reassuring.
V isits the lonely whenever she can,
E ternally blessed, with Jesus love she stands.
Dedicated to my mother who has stayed with our family through thick and thin...
Written in May of 2009...This poem was written when she was in the nursing home.
On her birthday of June 27th of this year she would have been 83,
But is now with the Lord since August 17, 2010.
Yearning to be free from sin and self,
I bow before my Savior God and King.
Earnestly I seek Your tender mercies,
Laying down my life an offering.
Dying to my will I live for Yours.
G od's unmerited favor toward mankind
R esurrection of our Lord and Savior
A scension to the right hand of God the Father
C ross on which He suffered and died for our sins
E ternal life through the shedding of His blood
Faith is a powerful thing
A source of help in times of trouble
It can lift up the soul to new heights
Toward the expanse of the heavens
How blessed are those who find it.
I was lost and alone in the world
Suffering silently and without hope.
Adrift in a sea of people.
Plagued and tossed about by stormy seas
Oppressed and burdened by a myriad of sins
Weighed down and hoping to be rescued
Even then, God's love broke through my dark heart
Rescuing me with His Mighty Spirit
Filling my mind with promises from His Word
Unwavering in His Love, He saved me
Lifting me out of the depths of the darkness.
To live securely held by God's everlasting Arms
His great Love and Holy Spirit have comforted me
I have been transformed by the blood of Christ
Now I am a new creation and changed forever
Gone are my burdens and sorrows. He has given me life.
Fishermen sail in a wind-tossed boat;
A figure is seen walking out on the waves.
Is it a spirit? A ghost? But Peter has faith
That this is Jesus walking on Galilee.
He says the unthinkable, "If it is You, Lord,
Invite me to come." And he heard the Master call.
Slowly at first, his eyes on the teacher;
A man like you and me walked on a stormy sea.
Peter, however, looked at the roaring waves;
One moment was all it took for his faith to waver.
"Why have I done this?" he thought, and afterward
Every second dragged him downward, where he looked.
Remembering Jesus, he looked up and cried, "Save me!"
Feeling at once a powerful hand reach down to his own;
Up from the depths he was lifted by One who was there,
Listening all the while for a desperate, heartfelt cry;
Trying to show the quickly sinking fisherman how
He only had to look to Him in faith and seek His help
In any impossible circumstance, and He would be there.
Now Peter believes this, because they walked together back to the boat.
God and faith are more powerful than a fearsome storm or the laws of nature.
December resonates throughout the earth
Echoing the advent, the holy birth, of a
Child long ago with frankincense, myrrh and gold, He
Embraced a life of charity and sacrifice, if all be told
Miracles he performed; many lives He has reformed
Blessed is the season and the spirit which has
Engaged the whole world in a conspiracy of love, as we
Remember that child born to save the souls of everyone
Holy One, God's own Son, PIERCED for me
Every sin, put Him there, on that cross
What love, I know not why, SAVING Grace
Alone, apart from God, The Father
Separated, by your sins and mine
Pardoned, by His sacrifice, He GAVE
I, so unworthy, yet so grateful
Everlasting assurance, FINISHED
Restored, through Christ's shed blood, I AM FREE
Conquering death, Jesus ROSE again
Even now, sitting at God's right hand
Day and night, I thank Him, PIERCED for me.
Written on 2/25/2015
B ridge Over Troubled Water...
R ealizing I am not above trouble...
I am human to a fault...
D ecisions in life to be crossed...
G od knows my life stands at the alter...
E ternity is my bridge over troubled water...
O ver Troubled Water...
V ictory in the mist of my troubles...
E ven when I make the same mistakes...
R ivers of troubled water will take place...
T roubled Water...
R eality sinks in, through the flow of the river...
O nly that can be seen, by the unseen eye...
U nderneath the bridge there lies...
B eneath the waters that flow...
L ies awaiting the answer to our call...
E very decision that can be made over...
D ecides our destiny through troubled waters...
A s clear as the answer to our troubles...
T akes us on to a new life...
E ternity, forever illuminated by the living Christ...
R ealizing that He is the answer to, Bridge Over Troubled Water...
By: Cinda M Carter
Contest...Bridge Over Troubled Water
The keeper of god’s love.
Being an Angel in the sky.
Watching you and I.
Sitting there on your cloud,
Playing cards, and hanging around.
Playing your harp.
Singing a song.
Hoping humans come along.
God says “ Angel go to earth, go find the person who spoke first
Bring him here bring him to me,
This is your mission you see. “
“Yes my lord.” The angel as gone to find the first person,
Who sang this song.
Amazing Grace, that super song.
Go find john, go find him, and bring along,
We need to know how he,
sung that song.
The slaves that have long gone,
The ships that carried this beautiful song,
Oh my gosh were as John gone?
He can’t go far, the planets so small,
Why his he not standing tall?
The tune for that song he did not create,
It was hummed by his cargo
A, dark mass of slaves in a horrid state.
John must of thought this was bad, and it made him so very sad .
God is all, and yet pure too,
Much love for me and you.
His son was a lamb,
A sacrifice for love,
Cus love comes, from only above .
Love is pure, a decent thing,
We know not of, such a pure thing.
Is god love then . You may ask ?
I’m sure i‘m right in saying,
God is all that!
love and pure and lives above.,
So to end my verse for love,
To name god in a word is love,
To call him good is not enough,
To call god great, only makes him a
So what do we do, to honour our
You can sing praises and worship
You can tell all about what you have
Tell them that your lord as won.
The only rule you have to follow,
Is to love your god, for all with out
But for me at this moment in time.
I write this verse, for my lord and
Still sacrificing needs for us on altars that surround your heart.
Unwavering your love and patience raising the two gifts from him.
Suspended hope in burden when life’s hooks come to tear you apart.
A saving faith beyond the sunset of your life as it fades dim.
Now left a man, to know the best in me, my mother did impart.
Contest: Acrostic on Mother’s Day
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Form: Acrostic: Iambic Octameter
Grateful to God and my mother. A blessing I didn’t and will never deserve. A love upon me that I can’t fully comprehend.
M oring Breaks
O n the day I awake
R ising to the morning sun
N ight has ended, the day has just begun
I n that moment in time
N ever again to look behind
G ood morning world, good morning, Dear Lord.
B right is the sun through the window shade
R eaches out to me to pray
E ager to see what lies ahead
A ngels surrounds me with a hedge
K eeping me from harm all day long
S afe am I, as Morning Breaks, to sing my song.
Summer Acrostic Poem Contest...
June 28, 2014
Often times I
Urged myself to take stepS
Right before the dooR
Gives treat, my mind yet settling for refugE
On the word, not spA
How they see us from afar.
I saw a planet it was blue,
It had a white tip. and a bottom one too.
The people here are funny lot,
Some like to kill, and some do.
Others destroy, thinking properties a toy.
They can create, so much good.
But they also build killing type stuff.
Tanks, and Mortars, and torture chambers for you.
But hey all so build hospitals too,
What a strange bunch .we see from afar.
They fight and quarrel, for the common good.
Then take their wondered, to be loved.
Oh what miss understood, bunch these are,
I’m glad were looking from afar.
Life on the planet must be mad,
Not knowing, if your happy or sad.
Look at that place over there!
Stay away, stay clear!
Let god our lord, sort them out.
He’s the only one with such clout,
Maybe he can sort them out.
"There but for the grace of God go I",I heard them say,then they passed an addict begging on the streets and walked away,
They call themselves God's children and through Gods lands they roam,but the homeless don't get charity,cause charity begins at home,
There but for the grace of God go I and don't ya know,don't bother asking for thier help they'll only turn and go,
So much for christian values leave them stacked up in the shelf,they'll tell you God will only help the man who helps himself,
There but for the grace of God go I it's just a farce,so take your Christian values now and shove them up your arse,
It's nothing but hypocrisy it's flagrant and it's rife,ther quick enough to pass remarks on someone elses life,
So ther but for the grace of God go I 'n' aint it true,don't think that you're above it friend,one day it could be you.
Admit you are a sinner in need of saving grace
Believe Christ died and rose again delivering you in faith
Commit your heart and soul to live Holy unto Him
C onsider how unique God made MAN
A dding vision and emotion, there IS
S o much man has invented and MADE,
T hose raw ingredients mixed IN.
N ever picture a big eye in the sky, GOD'S
E specially not a bloated brain, Love is his IMAGE
T ake care to nourish, preserve, AND
S ustain your body. It is his LIKENESS.
Intoxication.....good or bad?
Not good if you're intoxicated or under the influence of alcohol. My
Future is important to me. Young ones,
Little ones, old ones. The
United States should be drug and alcohol free,
Even if it takes a lifetime.
No one should ever do drugs or become intoxicated.
Change can happen but it starts with you!
Everyone can make a difference.
C hrist Jesus born this day
H eaven shines his star for the
R ighteous heart and the wise man
I nvocation of the Christian Faith
S pirit of God in the flesh
T eaching truth and love to mankind
M essiah of our salvation
A sends to Heaven and becomes our
S avior, Lord and Kind Amen
V irgin Mary
reason for the season
Happy Birthday Jesus
F aceless is the connivance of our deadly foe
A llegiance to our Saviour is the way to go
I mmutable services of great magnitude
T rust in holy teachings shall not be misconstrued
H abitual desire brings us to our knees
I mmeasureable lifetime soul courses for trainees
S purious thoughts and emotions deter progress
A tonement for misdemeanours, less we regress
P atrick, an alcoholic, forgot how to pray
O bedience to his true faith dissolved away
W alking through Central Park to his own detriment
E mbodiment entity of evil descent
R ose up before Patrick with purposeful intent
F ascinated he approached his deadly demise
U plifting his face to see his assailant's eyes
L andscape of verdant grasses, bright bluest of skies
T emperate climate, with many birds to enthrall
H ow, why, where could he be? Perhaps, dreaming it all
I mage of Jesus formed, as he heard his name call
N umbed by anaesthetic, he vowed to live again
G lorifying his Saviour for a life regained