B ridge Over Troubled Water...
R ealizing I am not above trouble...
I am human to a fault...
D ecisions in life to be crossed...
G od knows my life stands at the alter...
E ternity is my bridge over troubled water...
O ver Troubled Water...
V ictory in the mist of my troubles...
E ven when I make the same mistakes...
R ivers of troubled water will take place...
T roubled Water...
R eality sinks in, through the flow of the river...
O nly that can be seen, by the unseen eye...
U nderneath the bridge there lies...
B eneath the waters that flow...
L ies awaiting the answer to our call...
E very decision that can be made over...
D ecides our destiny through troubled waters...
A s clear as the answer to our troubles...
T akes us on to a new life...
E ternity, forever illuminated by the living Christ...
R ealizing that He is the answer to, Bridge Over Troubled Water...
By: Cinda M Carter
Contest...Bridge Over Troubled Water
Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014
Find me in the sea full of empty shells.
They are bones over Noah’s burnt vessel,
ashes of gopher, Calvary’s wood the
timeless ark and rungs on Jacob’s ladder.
Moor your might to my truth and blink your eye.
Before you’re adrift in Luke’s gulf, find me.
Contest: Find Me In Six
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2017
THE STILL STANDING STONE
I stopped, then stared
As its waters dropped
As a fountain's flood
If parched from thirst
Would have timelessly
Tasted the drink
Sipping slowly the drops
Dripping from the sink
The swift and steady slips
Dipped into a circular creek
As a faucet would fill
The rounded ring of a tub
OH!!! How sedate the rock sat
Gushing clear/crystal streams
Who loudly called me though lipless
With the sweetest of sounds
Ironic how once a man
With rod tapped a boulder
Bursting open a blast
Of rivers rushing over
Not a carnal claim
To coincide or exclaim
How a resting reef
Could rise the recollection
To relish revelation through
The streaming sounds
Swift and steadily sliding
From a sloping stone
That the royal rock
Who rinsed three million mouths
Could remind me so rapidly
It reigns to revive
Still it stands as I sawest it
Wading well and alive
Copyright © Leonard Gage | Year Posted 2013
Word of God
Testimonies of his word
Everlasting purpose and promise
Rejoice in fulfillment to be pure
Copyright © CEDRIC GRIFFIN | Year Posted 2015
“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’
— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV
Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
—Meet sunlit water
Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013
" A River of Water of Life ... "
( Based On Revelation 22: 1 )
A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering Trees, Whose Leaves Cure Those Once Damned
(Rev. 22: 3)
For No More Will There Be Any Curse
When A River of Water of Life, Flows On Earth
From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering The Healing-Harvest For All GOD's Humans
... Drinking From A River of Water of Life
And We Will Splash & Play In Rainbows & Swim
By The River of Water of Life, Clear As Crystal Gems
Where On The River's Sides, Grows Trees of Fruited-Limbs
Basking In The Glorious, Loving Light of HIM
... and We'll Be Singing Hymns - By A River of Water of Life
As A River of Water of Life ...
Will Replenish Earth's Eden - Paradise
From The Source - JEHOVAH God & King Jesus Christ
Where The Whole World Is Fully Blessed & Baptized ...
By A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Refreshing All Those, As Grateful As I Am ...
For A River of Water of Life ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 2/20/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
The alarm clock in my head wakes me with a
Outside, the rain is falling so hard. It sounds like someone's
trying to break into my room.
It's Christmas Day.
It might as well be August 25th because the conversation in my head has not changed
since then. "You are a piece of shit."
I think of things I need to worry about, things I've worried about since August 25th and way before that.
My anxiety runs through my veins like hot chemo.
I stagger to the living room and stare at the half-decorated Christmas tree ...
gold balls weighing down one side. Empty green takes up the other. Oh, there are two figurines of kittens that I bought at a garage sale in Staten Island in 1998.
God. 3:10 am.
A whole day to spend by myself.
Not a fake friend in sight today, with their banal conversations about picking up their laundry or meeting at the gym at whatever time to do arms or back.
Just as well; I get a blank stare from them when I want to talk about chasing happiness or being childless at 53.
The TV is my savior. It pulls me out of myself.
Bing Crosby comes on singing "White Christmas." He's dancing
with those two impossibly shiny bleached blondes. And they all have those white, almost blue American teeth -- not one out of place.
I wake up on the couch and "White Christmas" is still playing; it must be a marathon.
Outside, the rain has turned to snow and there are two messages on my phone -- from Christian friends inviting me to their houses for the day.
It's tough being a Buddhist on Christmas. OK, so I know, as the Buddhists say, everything is OK as long as I let it be OK.
But this is one day of the year I don't want to "be."
I consider whether to shower. It takes 10 minutes to decide. I let the hot water run down my back, and I don't know if it's burning from the water or my nerve endings.
I don't want to face Christmas - but I have decided to join life and go to Cory's to see his kids, stare at the tree and eat some turkey.
I decide to take a Xanax, and I stick one in my pocket as assurance.
Maybe some of this gloom will yet lift from my heart.
Copyright © don munro | Year Posted 2012
The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
A river of life is what I seek
Because you alone satisfy my thirst
Clean me with the waters of your forgiveness
Douse me in the pool of your wonder
Every morning, your dew sits on my heart
Flow into the seams of my soul
Gush from me, the fountains of your peace
Hold me, as the ocean holds the ship
I need a deluge of your compassion
Just as the trees need the downpour
Kindness trickles from your hands
Lead me beside the still waters of your love
Make me float in a sea of your grace
Never to sink under the weight of the law
Open the dams that hold back your stream of blessings
Pour your gentleness over my head
Quietly fill me with the rain of your mercy
Rush upon me so that I am swept away with your favor
Saturate me with your Holy Spirit
Tears of joy drop from my eyes
Upward I dive, into your care.
Copyright © Bradley Musgrave | Year Posted 2013
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013
egret on sand dune
fish breaks surface and flies free
coconut pours milk
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
The shadows over take my mind at times
but your love stands so true for me
it takes care of the pain I feel
but when the shadows call it seems so loud
when your soft whisper is covered by clouds
Why so faint is Thy voice for me
did I fall to hard inside this hole
Do the clouds stand so close for a reason
let me out of this season of darkness
let me hold Thy hand inside mine
keep me warm and fill my heart
I love the way you touch my face
when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace
Your truth is all I need to live
a true life for all to see
your hand and love guiding me
But I can't walk this road alone
I need to hear your voice inside
I need your touch so very much
I see the pain and feel it to
I need your love to lift the blue's
Take me now and use my life
Help me Lord, to escape the strife.
Written By:©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
I walked one day where Jesus trod
In a village along the shore
I stood upon a sloping hill
Where he preached to five thousand or more
I ventured out onto the sea
Where Peter and John plied their trade
With mine own eyes I saw the place
Where Jesus taught and disciples made
I viewed the hills panoramic
Stoic, stately, still, and compact
From this backdrop He gave meaning
To faith, hope, and love so abstract
I recalled Peter and the others
When a fierce wind they had to face
Then came Jesus on the water
Extending His hand of saving grace
I thought of how much in common,
Though it’s been two thousand years
We have with those who lived in that day
How Jesus still can calm our fears
Jesus did not consider great
Those holding power in their hand
But had respect and compassion
For the weary who worked the land.
I was there with many travelers
In their tears I discovered a clue
In each was a burdensome story
We had only told to a few
Copyright © Brent Cloyd | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Lord make my light shine,
illuminating Your glory
wich doesn't dwindle in the dark
and is the joy thats set before me.
In this lifes uncertain seas
be the wind set in my sail,
be my compass and my anchor,
for You love me without fail
so I know You'd never wreck me
on this course that You are mapping
or allow me to be plundered,
sunk ,or stranded without captain.
No! I shall not be afraid
wether tempest or high tide
for as sure as You are with me
joy and peace in me abide
so my faith is in Your guidance,
not a storm You cannot still.
So direct me with instruction
I choose Your purpose and Your will.
Even when cloud and dark cover
ever confident I'll be
my soul shall look to its lover
who will ever walk with me.
Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
Copyright © Bradley Musgrave | Year Posted 2013
I’m getting old, easily confused,
So things take time to sink in,
Especially, from around our World,
Issues to behold, such daily news.
Now for some todays big thing to spoil it,
Is not famine or drought,
Nor is it the prospect of an impending war,
It seems Texas creates a controversial toilet.
In fact it has not actually created anything,
Merely stated that men born men are men,
And legislated that ladies, once again,
Are also ladies, which creates a sting.
You see the joy of the image of humanity,
Is our constant striving to adapt and change,
In this case gender is on the page,
Creating this particular new insanity.
For quite understandably, those we have changed,
Wish to be seen in the image of their new rights,
Men are now men, once again based on latest measure,
Ladies also, now could have been born a different range.
Now it strikes me, its really not that hard,
That the real issue here is the segregation of toilets,
Its the toilets that are the sexist selective’s,
Why not change their design, its not that hard.
Today, given the blessing of a flushing loo,
Which is denied to nearly half our World,
Surely we just have loo’s, no more hullabaloo,
All toilets unisex, the kindest and easiest thing we can do!
@Andrew Carnegie, flushing environmentally, Wiltshire Jan 6th 2017.
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Copyright © Andrew Carnegie | Year Posted 2017
I see the rain,
Dancing across the sidewalk,
Carefully placing each drop
One at a time,
They flow with each other,
Gracefully and in sync,
As a dance from the heavens
Praising the One who made them,
And as I watch them,
I become hypnotized,
By their beauty
Copyright © Alyssa Adams | Year Posted 2013
Again, my faith is like water falls, the water flows in tides, that traps me where I stand. The water falls can't hold the weight of my hopes and all my fears. They slip below the surface and dewell in the deep unseen. My weary heart is tempted to let them lie, untouched, unfelt. But in faith the water fall exceeds the faith one drop at a time, just like walking on water.
Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016
While Noah was seeking refuge,
I was enjoying the deluge,
When you're a great white shark like me,
A flood just increases your territory.
Thanks to man's dirty dealings,
The rain gave us vaulted ceilings,
Within a forty-day time span,
The flood opened up our floor plan.
Each one of us hosted delicious feasts,
Until the floodwaters decreased,
We felt more than a little defeated,
When the excess water retreated.
Why it had to end, we may never understand,
But we heard that it worked out for Noah and his clan.
August 28, 2016
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
If the days seem too long to bear
You should call on God, he is always there.
Need someone to talk to?
A person who you know will always be true?
Friend, talk to jesus, he will deliver you
I'm struggling with doubt and sorrow
Sailing through this world is harder than I thought it would be
Right in front of me lies tomorrow
Behind me are the mistakes, always taunting me
Like the seprent did to Eve
A woman was walking, searching for "The Healer"
Bridge after bridge she crossed, with no one there to help her
Over and over she fell, growing weaker with every step
Troubled with her sin, she wondered, will God's promise be kept
Water! She found water, and the Master was waiting, and into his arms, the woman lept.
I am the Lord your God, and I'm so glad you found me.
Will I heal you? Of course, my child.
Ease your mind, little one. Your soul is now set free
Your heart has been hurt and you've been sick for a while
Mind you, I'm your father. I've been with you, mile after mile.
Copyright © Carson Searcy | Year Posted 2014
spring of healing from the fountain of life
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Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2016
In the spring a new bud sets forth
The living waters of Jehovah’s throne gives birth
To thousands of new opportunities
From lessons of past infirmities
Each root growing deeper in the knowledge of Christ
Tender new blossoms of life
Exchanged from the weeds of strife
Never fading in the shadows of a new day
Shooting up to Abba Father
A tree of new life gives way
Water us gently O Savior
You are our Mighty Gardener
Tend to your orchard of trees
Breathe on your orchard your sacred breeze
Inspired by Job 14:7-9
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
Gleam droplets of hope to a weary soul.
Large pitcher of life,
Quenching every thirst of meaning
Inspired by truth,
Still the same from age to age.
Handed down through painful sacrifice.
Inundated with power.
Saving the damned from sheol (hell)
Rescuing the oppressed from the predator.
Delivering the sick from the scourge.
Overcoming the cold clutches of death to give hope for eternal life.
A literature of refuge.
Creating a shield to protect against fiery darts.
Establishing a fortress against the minions of self destruction.
Instituting a garrison from which we could launch an attack against the forces of malice and stagnation.
The path to life
Offering instructions unto life.
Presenting reproofs to starve off destruction.
Raising praises for upliftment purposes.
Oh Ancient words!
Breathe life into us all
Copyright © Nkwuka Kosi | Year Posted 2017
Start with a cup of cold water.
Let those first words soothe your tongue.
Each day, each new moment.
Keep each cup as a souvenir.
Generously fill with living water.
You will become a lovely stream, ready to fill up other's cups
With truth, love, joy, peace…
Namely, with Christ
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
I can't get the image of her out of my mind
Her sweeping fringe covering her eyes that are unfathomably green
My lungs burst with sadness and desperation
Fish circle me like death
Eyes that watch
Ears that listen
Mouths that scream
Her her HER
I scream and water passes through my black lifeless lips
Copyright © Bert Smith | Year Posted 2016