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Best Poems Written by Leslie Rene Bestman

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My Friend, My Brother, My Pastor

You are awesome in our eyes -
Friend whose love I realize
Extends to depths of oceans
Heights far beyond our notions
Breadths of reach from Mt. to beach
Limits endless; faith to teach.

We are awesome in your eyes -
Ever love, never dispise.
You're always cheering for us.
We hear your voice in chorus.

He is awesome in your eyes -
Love reflected, not disguised.
Caring, tender, and so wise.
He is God; You're in His eyes.

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Grace and Mercy

A balanced life is hearing from God,
Not adhering to man's rule or rod.

What I seek with all my heart to know,
God's way for me to live, love and grow.

All in Christ will bear fruit day-by-day,
When our hands are removed from the way.

Weaknesses known become in us His strength,
Seeing love has no limit, no lenth.

There's no deep hole, or dark high tower -
No ropes, chains, bar, or walls - no powers -
No choice, decision, failure, or fall
To prevent God from giving us all.

Resting in His forgiveness and grace,
Is what's needed to stand in my place.
By wearing His robe of righteousness, 
I can count on His mercy - no guess.

Mercy always expresses God's love,
Kisses justice, we're freed from above.
We soar to new heights not seen before
Singing praises to Him we adore.

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Fitted In

You didn't roll a  wagon up to bring an apple pie.
The neighbors haven't come from miles to raise a barn up to the sky.
We didn't have to ring a bell to call your buckets to a fire,
'Cause when we had three surgeries, our hearts you did inspire.

Big homegrown chickens delivered in vans
And well tended veggies from your very own hands.
You spread your wealth with lots of love,
Always showing to our hearts the spirit of the dove.

The girls' Christmas dresses you made meant so much.
Our year was filled with your own special touch.
You handled, and cradled and poslished our kids.
Reflecting to them that their precious and His.

When that very last cent just couldn't be found,
You quietly gave and got us around.
Your cars, your time, your patience and laughter,
Have hellped us stay focused on what God is after.

He loves us and wants us to always draw near
And just like real families keep "bending" His ear.
Keep telling our heartaches and singing our joys.
Keep giggling and playing like small girls and boys.

We need to snuggle up close and hear His heartbeat,
So we can help those who live in hurt and defeat.
It is to God's family they need to belong.
For only in Him can the weak be made strong.

For those who are sensible and those who are "not so"
God keeps on reminding us - we've not far to go.
So "press toward the mark" are the words i our ear.
Don't turn to the left, or the right, and don't fear.

Jesus is all that we ever will need.
But here is the message He wants us to heed.
It's "us" and it's "we" - blood bought and in Him;
It's sticking together through thick and through thin

We are His children, His friends and His Bride.
We stand and we wait, and by faith abide.
Always, forever, His glory's inside.
We are His Body; We can't be denied.

Although we are grownup, He wants us to be 
Trusting and confident, knowing we're free.
He'll carry it all; both our burdens and us,
And longs, most of all, that we never be anxious.

He is our King; yet He's Daddy, friend too.
He made us; died for us; and will see us through.
Because of this promise and His love in you,
We are established, remain steadfast, and true.

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Blindsided/Dumbfounded

Moments of numbness, replaced by a blast.
Icy cold fingers grip my chest - I gasp.

It's heat of summer; No wind in sight.
Just icy coldness of things not right.

No words can form; No thoughts set upright.
All is a jumble; My throat is knot tight.

Nothing can free; Culpability.
Denigrates dignity; Evil agrees.

No way to erase, fathom - explain.
How to go forward - enshrouding such pain.

Loss of all focus; Struggling to gain
Release from coldness; Icy coldness and pain.

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Waiting

When I was nine, I loved to climb,
Up high in the bend of the tree.

I'd hide so deep; My secrets keep,
No one could see, rainfall - maybe...

Being through hard and fearful times,
Stealing away seemed least of crimes.

Not moving - first afraid - then lone.
More worried though of going home.

Viewing life - was it God's design?
Or randomness, should I resign?

Slivers of hope compelled me on,
Believing night would bring the dawn.

Then maybe warmth would bathe my life,
Cleansing shadows, sorrow, and strife.

Those were only whispers and dreams,
Things of future, yet to be seen.

But for now, "then" as it were.
I'd have to be content, not stir.

I'd rest and wait high up with Thee, 
In the bend of our special tree.

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Perspective of a View

"Couldn't see the forest for the trees," we say.
But still on we rush to another day.

We forge ahead; forgetting our trust,
Living our lives in the throes of lust.

Focusing hard on goals at the end;
Sight lost of truth, each detail can bend

In totally different directions,
Bringing crossroads, choices - reflections.

Revealing our value and our purpose
Hung upon things that make life a circus.

Life's masterpiece is not easily seen,
Only viewing lines and spaces between.

We need to step back, absorb the whole,
Light and dark - mixed, blended - so

Stop; pause a bit; don't judge so quick,
Our story till it's ended.

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The Journey

Although I fall, I will arise.
When buried deep, I'll seek the skies.
If everyday seems incomplete,
Still whole I'll make each task or feat.

Should confidence be less than low,
I'll trust and wait on One who knows.
Unfolds slowly, surely, His will,
Gives inner peace to calm and still.

As we follow, our story's read,
Like those before, in Christ, now dead;
Who spent their lives pursuing death
While hidden in the Rock's own cleft.

For in that death, eternal birth,
Sure evidence, in Christ, our worth.
We must not stop but forward go -
Never quit or tell Him "no."

He'll come for us; He has no lied.
The trump will sound, then by His side.
No more to need the Spirit Guide; 
In His presence, with joy to abide.

No call denied; No steps retreat.
His promises, I will repeat.
My trust in Christ; I'll rest complete.
Never again to know defeat!

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Contentment

I went after contentment.
  I needed just one more thing.

I couldn't get it; It got me,
  'Cause my heart was with MP3.

Contentment's not elusive.
  It rests inside us, a friend,
To frame, fill our life with treasure,
  Heedless of human endeavor.

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The Return

Pictures of a sunrise
Coming up between two hills,
Is simple but fulfilling
Excitement in me builds.

God promised us a blessing
When we daily look for Him,
In eager expectation of 
His coming back again.

I long to paint the picture
In my heart with my own hands,
Of our names, He's written down
Long before the world began.

The sunrise, hills, and special names
Express joyful surety
Of Christ's faithfulness - His claim -
And my soul's security.

He will be within our hearts
Till we're with Him in the end.
For now we see but darkly,
Face-to-face, we'll see Him then.

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Golden Cycle

Kingness 
    gives birth 
        to thankfulness ~

Thankfulness is
    the filling for the empty places
        pain leaves when 
            we finally 
               let it go!

Thankfulness 
    that grows 
        ~ overflows ~

    into kindness to others. 
        (and so it goes...)