I see positive in my circumstances
under no roof or no security
shelves packed with uncertainties and cranses
to uplift my soul from any puredee
I begin a long list from Able Street
and better to be successful failure
to monitor tasks, adding slices of beet
than living inside that golden chamber
Who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
Should disability be based
On an anatomical stock-take,
Or based on what you can do?
For I can climb mountains,
I can soar through the sky,
And I can slay dragons,
With just a blink of an eye,
I can overcome barriers,
Fight against impossible odds,
Ignore patronising glances
And condescending nods.
So who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
It is completely subjective,
It’s just your point of view…
There was a time
When my faith was unshakeable
The Lord proved
That I was remakeable
His love for me
Was simply not mistakeable
The Holy Spirit’s strength
Was totally unbreakable
For forsaking me
He was incapable
His call on my life
Was just so inescapable
But I went rogue
And became insatiable
I thought His love
Would just be replaceable
In the world I could hide
And then become untraceable
Write my own ticket
My desires now obtainable
But such a life
Is so unsustainable
Bent and broken
I’m biodegradable
I’ll never get home
The chasm unscalable
Would He take me back
That seemed so debatable
My life got so twisted
My actions so hateable
I didn’t deserve it
My soul was unrateable
Consumed with despair
My steps were retraceable
At His gate I cried
My debt is unpayable
He opened the gates
How is this explainable
You are my son
That is not erasable
Such love as this
Simply unrestrainable
Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain?
Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane
that he ended up murdering his younger brother?
Did he learn it from his father and mother,
who must've been in such deep, psychological pain
for having caused Eden to go down the drain.
Why don’t you write a poem for your paintings?
I stare at the speaker.
The thought is overwhelming.
I do not have sixteen paintings.
or one hundred and sixty paintings
I have sixteen hundred paintings
Sixteen hundred paintings in eleven years
Sixteen hundred paintings I never meant to paint
Sixteen hundred paintings…..
Thanks to my granddaughter who begged me to paint with her
When she was nine.
I was never able to stop.
Do you know the love of Jesus
And the comfort of his care
And the sweetness of his presence
Just to know that he is there?
Troubles try and sadness sickens
Worries multiply and vex
But remember Jesus promised
I will never you forsake.
Mountains great may be still greater
Problems ever complicate
But be sure if you love Jesus
You are never left to fate.
When he died for helpless sinners
All sin’s consequences bore
He became our perfect refuge
Peace and rest for evermore.
Pain-free life he never promised
Never said you’d live at ease
But his love and care make troubles
Stepping-stones to find his peace.
Why not trust this loving Jesus
Give yourself to his true care
All your worries give him fully
All your troubles let him bear?
He is able, he is able,
He is mighty, he is true,
He is loving, kind and gentle
He has given himself for you.
I absolutely love you
It's you whom I adore
There's no one else besides you
Who I'm I so crazy for
And if we ever get to
You'll see what I've in store
From day one that I met you
Since then I've wanted more
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
A few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
On the contrary, the glory awaits you
Any failure can hail a more determined individual
So don’t give up
It’s time to Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Get Up because a few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
I used to be able to run full steam all day with little sleep
Now I can barely walk unless I have a little cat nap
because I still am a fitful sleeper at night, up and down
I once ran around my yard with my dogs
Now arthritis in my ankles has me ambling, slowly
I dream of walking fast, which I also did once upon a time
My vision used to be better than twenty-twenty
Now I cannot read books or magazines unless they are big print
or I keep a magnifying glass close by my easy chair
Sitting around watching TV was the last thing I would do
until ten years ago when I tore my meniscus
Now I spend a lot of time eating potato chips in front of the boob tube
I used to be clever and funny and fun
I do not feel that way anymore
I feel dumpy and frumpy
Do what you can while you are young
Fifty five is a lot younger than seventy-three.
You might as well know it now.
I Hope You Are Able To Sleep
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I hope you are able to sleep
head on pillow, eyes closed, deep.
This journey you are on, painful
to serve, to support, so mindful.
No recognition of your role
makes you cry and cuts to your soul.
Do you find time to fall asleep
so much going on, that’s a leap.
Your perspective is so narrow
so fly away, like a sparrow.
To get some help, to breakaway
or maybe just to hear him say,
Thank you.
God answers miraculously, and powerfully!
Suddenly, inexplicably, amazingly
God the Father is able beyond all measure
God gave us the Kingdom of God
Before the foundations of the world!
God is able because we are His Workmanship and
We were prepared beforehand for good works for His Glory!
God the Father is our Source
God is able
His Grace is Sufficient and
His Love is Supreme!
We have His Power working in us
God is the One we can Trust and
We can have boldness and confidence
Through Faith in Christ Jesus
God the Father is Able
He can do that which must be DONE
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stans sand
First and foremost
Always be on the lookout for the good
And seek to find the best in everyone
So long as that doesn't come at the expense
Of leaving you blind and unable to spot
The bad as well
Otherwise because they are able to
You will most definitely do for them
And at that point even you will be
Forced into realizing and admitting
Knowing the difference between
Good and bad
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