Jim Pemberton Poet Rhyme

Are You Discouraged Feel Like Giving Up Without a Job

It was me that my
savior chose...
He’s supplied all my needs—
my food and clothes. 

He was there when I was
laid off from work.
Satan was saying, 
“you’re no good—just a jerk.” 

I admit; “my accomplishments—
I do not boast.”
But I do exalt the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost. 

If not for God’s love,
I’d be dead, this I know.
This is the reason why
I love him so! 

He’s done so much for me—
it’s hard to express.
The privilege of being God’s son—
I am so blessed! 

I was a clay jar all broken apart,
But the potter put me together
from his heart. 

The glue he used was his
love for me,
That’s why I’m happy
and set free! 

This I know and hope
you’ll understand,
He’ll do the same for you—
just reach out your hand! 


By Jim Pemberton
2005

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Cyndi Macmillan July 27, 2011 at 10:49 PM From: http://bloodstones.com/legend-of-the-bloodstone.html for more information, if you're interested. Anyway, wanted to share that with you. Keep writing! In faith, Cyndi

Cyndi Macmillan July 27, 2011 at 10:48 PM "As it rolled down the wood of the cross, it spattered down into the green jasper stone. The sun burned the blood of Christ into the green jasper, and since then, it has remained. The specks of red iron oxide were believed to have been Christ’s blood. Medieval Christians referred to bloodstone as the “Martyr’s Stone” as well. Religious artists would often use the bloodstone specifically as a carving tool for carved artwork depicting the crucifixion of Christ, or the deaths of religious martyrs."

Cyndi Macmillan July 27, 2011 at 10:47 PM "According to Biblical legend, the bloodstone is a symbol of God’s great sacrifice to mankind. On the day of the crucifixion of Christ, while Jesus was dying on the cross, the earth at the food of the cross was transformed by the tears of his mother, the Virgin Mary, into green jasper. Then came the soldier with the spear, who sliced into Christ’s side. The blood spilled from the wound, and from the many smaller wounds he had received during crucifixion, and torture." continued...

Cyndi Macmillan July 27, 2011 at 10:42 PM Hi Jim: I've been meaning to say for some time how much I enjoy your poetry. I especially liked the one that was featured the other week. I was writing for the stone contest and thought of you. Why? Have you heard of the 'bloodstone'. There is a myth that Christ's blood seeped into the stone and that is why its called the bloodstone. :-) I considered writing about this, but realized you'd do a much better job. Care to dabble? If not your cup of tea, please take this as a compliment. Blessings!