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Shaken To the Core

Her sad eyes and tear stained face evoked such ambivalent feelings;
I could barely stand to look upon the half-naked child in front of me. 
She turned her face toward me with a pained look begging for help.
Maternal feelings welled up within for this pitiful tangled haired waif. 

Gaping in abject horror, I observed the orphan's frail arms wrapped 
tenaciously around a dead rat and held close to her dirt smeared body. 
I sensed this sewer 'pet rat' had been her only source of comfort in life. 
The one thing she turned to, when sad or hungry, would never again be.
 
While resisting the urge to gather her up in my arms and dry her tears, 
still I desired to sympathize... whispering, "Don't cry honey, it'll be OK". 
I lied, knowing it wouldn't.  Besides what could I do with so little to give. 
I turned and walked away not wanting to face my growing sense of lack.

I awoke with a start, shuddering, deeply disturbed and troubled to tears.
Sometimes the vivid images, like a horror movie returning to haunt me,
make me question, "Who is that wretched child so forlorn and dejected?
The memories shake my very soul, the hidden message still eluding me.

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I Am My Brother's Keeper

Faith
Hope and
Charity, 
An eye single 
To glory of God,
Qualifies each person
For the work of salvation
For all his brothers and sisters
Caught in traps of never ending sin,
Trying to find escape in Babylon.

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Bucket Full of Love

In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.

Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!" 
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won. 

Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!

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Furnace of Affliction


My life,
tried in the fire,
heated up seven times,
returns again to God refined
as gold.

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In and Out Hernia Shmernia

In the main, it's a pain in the brain.
Now just try not to buy I could die.
Patiently wait. Think, my fate will be great.
Now I'm face'n the preparation for the operation.

Pray'n for grace. Turn my face. Think 'happy place'.
'A little prick', then a stick. Oh, I'm sick.
Add Pepcid. not to dread. faith instead.
I'm in a huff; all this stuff.  Is it enough?

Another add. antibiotic, he said Keep my head. 
To the room. be over soon. What a boon.
'Slide on over'. Sure thing Rover. Where's the power?
Then I'm able, with a stable, on the table.

Modesty's rough in the buff. Think happy stuff.
In 'it' goes, head to toes. no more woes.
'Help me quick, I am sick'! Up I sit.
Out like a light. No more fight. All is right.

'Wake up dear', heard so clear, 'home is near'.
I want sleep! Don't make a peep you noisy creep.
'Wake up yes! Home is best. There you'll rest'.
Picking a bone, 'not so soon!', I sleepily moan.

Up and move'n, soon to be groov'n, life to be proven
Have no care. Had my share; fine's frog’s hair.
Only a glitch in m'gittalong hitch. That's a switch.
Home at last. Relax!  This gas, it too shall pass.

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Humble Submission

Moving....
Hard decision.
Necessity once more;
Glimmer of hope he'll be happy.
Trust God.

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He Is Coming, I Hear His Voice

Dreams, like Jesus' parables having hidden meanings, 
In all kinds of circumstances can bring understanding. 
With prayer, having faith, and with Spirit instructing, 
Wisdom and understanding can be peace restoring. 

Like a child, promised a gift and trusting, I'm waiting, 
Dreams are evidence of His pure love, in 'light' giving. 
But if by that strange way, His word He is declaring. 
I will not be doubting: He does not delay His coming.

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Procrastination

A 
habit
born of fear
or maybe doubt.
Is pride a factor?
Don't tell me what to do
or I won't want to do it!
"I have to", might come into play.
Forcing oneself causes rebellion.
Really now! I have better things to do!

What
do I
need to do?  
The good news is 
I am free to choose. 
I must WANT to begin, 
remembering my reward;
the pure joy of accomplishment.
Conscious choices are sure to combat. 
Tendencies undermining my success.

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Dance In Your Trials

Gently they fall, like dew from the heavens,
Words of great comfort to my wearied soul,
Thine adversity shall be but a small moment, 
Endure it well and by angels it shall be told.

Fear not, if raging storms around you gather.
Black clouds, destruction seems to threaten.
Take courage child, the Lord is ever with you,
Ordering all things for your good from heav'n.

Rejoice in 'angels' that are always beckoning,
Good thoughts are sent from heaven above,
To strengthen, guide you back home to Him.
Just focus on 'angels', obey His offered love.

Pray, thanking Him even in all your adversity.
Dance in trials; He uses them for His purpose.
Yes! Glory in tribulation, it worketh patience;
Patience, experience, then more hope in Jesus.

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He First Loved Me

A vessel made for ultimate good,
God fashioned me in His image,
Not knowing my intrinsic value
I sold myself for a mess of pottage.

Being marred in the potter's hand,
but always His beloved daughter, 
He made me again another vessel,
still created for good, but much better.

Just as Esau sold himself long ago,
ignorantly, I found I did the same.
I fulfilled lusts of the flesh and mind.
Fleshly pleasures never brought gain.

In sugary treats, the beggarly elements, 
I hid from my fearful, negative feelings. 
Tribulation revealed my heart's treasure.
I understood little of God's dealings.

Not loving myself for all my failures,
I'd make myself perfect to find love;
An erroneous goal to bring me glory.
All glory belonged to heaven above.

Why didn't He just give up on me?
It was a "wonder" I often questioned.
Meanwhile, I discovered His mercy, 
patience, forgiveness and compassion.

"You finally found out how", He said.
His "words", before it all was finished, 
gave me added courage to keep trying.
My determination was not diminished.

"Find out how to do what", I asked?
"To have peace; trust and obey."
He knew it alluded me at the time.
There was so much more to convey.

Allowing me to suffer consequences, 
I began slowly to walk in the light.
His love, while pondering His words, 
guided me in the darkness of night.

Little did I know His meaning of,
"Stop just dipping in your toes!"
"Immerse yourself"; then light came.
I'd find help in His word for my woes.

Immersing myself in His Holy word,
I found grace to help in time of need.
The more often I immersed myself,
I grew toward the light with speed. 

No longer are the beggarly elements
A place for me to hide from negativity.
Embracing love for Him, self and others.
I'm no longer blind but now I finally see.

In the light of his indescribable love,
perfectionism didn't leave much room 
for His work and ultimately His glory.
His grace and mercy can now resume.