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My Soul Mate

Sweet laughter and devotion, I have shared with none.
This restless heart so tired, of being all alone.

I’ve tried the life of Paul, but it gave not enough.
My heart is overflowing with aching, needful love.

Lord, bring me a companion, but not just any man.
He must be one of valor, or leave me as I am.

Make him strong as Moses, a leader in Your truth.
And I will stand beside him, that I may be his Ruth.

Someone to correct me in, things I need to know;
Reproving me, thus gently, in order that I grow.

Bring me one like Jonathan, loyal to the end;
And I will love forever, this man that is my friend.

Even in the hard times, he will choose to stay;
And we will seek for healing, together, as we pray.

A Boaz to protect me, in safety He will lead,
That I may rest completely, in all that my heart needs.

Someone true like Joseph, my words he will believe;
His faithfulness long-lasting, when others would deceive.

And don’t forget Dear John, his loving heart’s embrace;
With eyes that will behold me, in honor, truth, and grace.

But mostly find the heart, of Jesus that forgives;
Then, with this man you bring me, forever I will live.

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Blame Who?

Don’t point your finger at the thief
For losing sovereignty
It’s not the fault of Hollywood
If God, we don’t believe.

The pace of life accelerated
When first we wouldn’t wait
To seek Divine direction at
The start of every day.

Then babies resting in the womb
Broken, limb from limb,
With suctioned brains in bio-bags
Or moved to stem-cell bins.

Children raised by villages so 
They won’t be in the way
Of self-absorbed, unfeeling parents
Selfishly at play.

We teach them they are primates
With no purpose to their life,
Then wonder why some children
Choose death to calm their strife.

Eight were saved from flooding rains
And four from Sodom’s Gloom,
Where are the righteous found today
To escape a pending doom?

The Second book, Chronicles,
Gives warnings we must heed
To evade the coming judgment in
Chapter seven and verse fourteen.
	
Yes, judgment stands before this land
We call the U.S.A.
The source is not the sinner but
Those called by HIS own name.

Would be better to deny HIM,
To remain one with the world,
Than to falsely represent  HIM
And defile HIS HOLY WORD!

The third of HIS Commandment Laws
Means more than blasphemy,
It’s how we wear the name of Christ
When someone else can see.

God’s patience thins so GRACEfully
Til Israel stands alone,
Then comes our condemnation from 
“I AM”, still on HIS throne.

Yet the only way to turn around
Fierce judgments sure to come, 
Depends on true repentance from
The ones that wear HIS name. 

To those of us, HIS Mercies claim
Let’s join, repent, and pray,  
That GOD will heal our wayward land 
And spare HIS WRATH today!

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Rebuked

Don't try to trick me Satan!
You have no hold on me.
Your sting was fully conquered
that day on Calvary.


You are no longer welcome.
My days of sin are gone.
My heart is now the temple 
that holds my Savior’s throne.


Your adversary reigneth
and Jesus is His name.
We meet together often
to catch you at your game.


I go now to His temple,
my sanctuary home.
To offer Him my praises
Now go! Leave me alone!


Pack up you fiery arrows.
Go find another place.
It's time for me to join Him
and bathe in saving grace.


Your tactics He has shown me
So leave without delay!
If walking near His temple
His blood I’ll throw your way!

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A Potter's Wheel

A potter’s wheel
I spin upon,
Removing endless, 
Saddened wrongs.

Who am I God?
What do You see,
Within the plan
You made for me?

Forsake it not,
This searching mind,
That quests to prove
Your Word Divine.

No soul may grow
To truth within,
Until is known
It’s hidden sin.

It hurts to free
My selfish pride,
And look upon
This wretch inside.

Please open, Lord,
My deepest part.
Remove the anger
From my heart.

Bend me til’
I’m sure to fold.
Take unforgiving
thoughts untold.

To ever know
Your truth revealed.
I must replace
This shame and guilt,

What else to know,
What more to learn,
From spinning wheel
On which I burn?

The wars I’ve won
Tho’ battles lost,
Has dearly taught me
What it costs.

My soul cries out,
My spirit strains,
Each time I feel
Your guiding hands.

A drop of water,
Dare I ask,
To cool this pot
That it may last?

With skillful ease
And calming touch,
Show me now
Your Love’s enough.

Perfect this soul
You mold in me.
Until the day
It looks like Thee.

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Olivia

Dear child I know we never met
I’ve never seen your smile.
But God asked me to pray for you
for just a little while.

I got the news just late today
last night was when you left.
One week was all I had to give
before your final breath.

The Comforter I sent to you
several times a day.
I urged He go with healing hand
each time that I would pray.

His Spirit pressed into my soul
a child I never knew.
From pools beneath my folded hands
my tears He brought to you.

He said with faith, His pleasure found
my faith not strong enough.
But from my prayers for you, dear child
I found a strength of love.

Olivia, I fear I failed
dear child of only eight.
And now you walk on streets of gold
beyond a pearly gate.

I have a void I cannot fill.
Love found on bended knee.
I ask while walking there with God
if you could pray for me.

I love a child I never met
Nor have I seen her smile.
But God asked me to wait for her
for just a little while.

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Joy

When adversity rages its trials for me, 
Though fire and suffering it brings, 
My eyes will I fix on the joy of His Love 
As the Spirit of God in me sings.

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Special Blessings

Dear Lord, I come before Your Throne,
A friend with me, I bring.
Ask not his name or year of birth,
Or his ethnicity.

A special prayer from You I ask,
For someone I don't know.
He traveled half way round the world
So freedom here can grow.

I do not know how old he is
Or where his family lives.
I simply heard of what he does
And how much good he gives.

With wife and children still at home,
He traveled far away. 
It's Christmas Eve without their Dad,
Because he had to stay.

They cannot share eggnog or cake
With whom they love the most,
Because he guards an enemy gate
For us here, coast to coast.

I know Dear Lord, because of me,
Our nation, he defends.
So when he needs my prayers to You,
On me, he can depend.

Lord, watch his children and his wife
And keep them safe and strong.
Please give them special blessings, Lord,
Until he gets back home.

He counts the days that come and go
Kissing a photo bare,
With tears that slip past lids that hold
His pain, from loneliness, there.

My heart aches deep within my soul,
And gratitude fills my eyes,
For names not known, nor faces shown,
Whose offering is sacrifice.

So for the soldier, brave and strong,
I pray this special prayer.
My home is free and safe tonight
Because he's over there.

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Forgive Me

As silence fell upon the night 
My heart again did stir. 
Petitions made on bended knee 
Return to me unheard.

O Gracious Lord, Why do I find 
Your absence once again? 
The chambers of my grieving heart, 
Hold emptiness within.

I cannot bear another night 
Your grace, from me withheld. 
Pleas rising from my broken heart, 
In anguish are compelled.

His softly spoken words I heard. 
My sobs, with them entwined. 
At last, my Lord does speak to me 
With lessons well defined.

"I sent my son to wear your shame 
And on the cross he died. 
Tho' turned away, I heard his plea, 
FORGIVE THEM' was his cry." 

"A gift, not earned, I gave to you, 
Your sins tossed in abyss. 
Now, with a speck that stains anew, 
Your pleas are asked amiss."

"A sin you hide, without success, 
All things are known to me. 
Mercy flows not from your heart 
For one that hinders thee."

"My presence is within your grasp, 
I wish, with you, to live. 
My mercy waits to cleanse your heart. 
But first, YOU must forgive."

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I Long For Love

I long for love. Where could it be? 
"I'm standing here" You said to me.

Blinded I walked, I could not hear it. 
Each lover lost had weakened my spirit.

I know you're there, close by my side. 
But I look for love where love is denied.

"But I am here," you said to me. 
"I am your love. Please, look at me."

Lost hope at last, I fall to my knees. 
Where is this love that you promised me?

"I'm here," you said, "Here by your side. 
For you on the cross, I bled and I died."

"I know your pain and I know your loss, 
I knew it all that day on the cross."

"So I could share forever with you, 
I knew the shame. I bled for you."

"I knew you then and I know you now. 
I'll never forsake you, I wouldn't know how."

"Come to me now, let my love guide. 
Come to me now and be my bride."

"All the pain you feel, I'll wear for you. 
Whatever befalls, I'll go through too."

Oh Lord, it is you! I will be your bride. 
It's your love I need; please come inside.

How could I not see your love so true? 
My life is complete. I'm in love with you.

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Reflections of a Mother

Reflections of my eyes
are looking back at mine
considering the memories
I thought were left behind.


Attempting to remember
happy moments that avail
while visions of regret
return to me unveiled.


A parent's love perfected
must from their failures bloom.
Intentions, not considered,
by memories are consumed.


Her childhood has departed
A mother she's become.
New memories now beginning
with an infant of her own.


Mirrored in her eyes, I see
a pondering of concern.
Memories, though unwelcome,
are lessons she must learn.


If any wisdom taken 
from days of nurtured past,
I pray she will discover
that childhood memories last.