A PLACE IN THE SUN
A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my wells of fears and so I won,
I-- slowly flower from God's skirt of grace.
Unfailing is His love shown sweet to His face,
I eagerly crave to behold in million tons
as to entwine in His warmth: My Master race.
A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Rainbow peeping after some raging storm spun;
His reminder that we: His people must chase
infant days to grow better with our love ones.
Orange and yellow palette brush my face
for God so kind. My pains, He soothes and erase.
Tender are His words as I read them one by one
helping me be fearless yet humble with my pace.
They dry my wells of fears and so I won--
then my heart soar high, I have some fun.
Evil always haunts but with Him, all I can evade,
hence, troubles are little but close to none.
I slowly flower from God's skirt of grace. . .
God crashes darkness with love not by gun.
Must we go elsewhere when He is the best hiding place?
God is everything before even life began
God our undefeatable fortress-- His base
a place in the sun.
Sponsor Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name A Place In The Sun
10:20 pm. January 12, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
When the sun of divinity's wisdom rises the stars of Man's knowledge vanish!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 April 2017
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2017
The sun shines on the righteous,
But on the unrighteous too.
So those who aren’t aware yet,
Can know that they are loved too.
The righteous are not perfect,
Hence, they do make mistakes.
However, they love their fiends
To encourage their hearts to remake.
Their model is the loving God,
Who gives us all the rain,
The moon, the stars and yes the Son,
So happy all remain.
The righteous are not quick to judge,
They wish to shine their light,
On those who are the victims
Of the dark world and its might.
To all, the glorious trumpet sounds
Announcing God’s Goodwill,
Who accepts us sinners if we repent,
And begin to do His will.
April 13, 2016
Copyright © Susan Palli | Year Posted 2016
Astronomers maintain that we came from the sun;
Cast out from a whirling cloud of flammable gas;
Bearing on until all the solar system was spun;
Forming bodies as the whirling became a rushing mass.
Yet after billions of years our source is yet unknown,
According to these researchers even at this day.
To them we took flight like a white hot stone
And soared and circled in a beautiful display.
But believers know by Moses the first great plan;
How heaven and earth came in the beginning,
When there was no light until God’s command,
And no high energy vapors turning and spinning.
John said that light was the life of men;
A true light that came shining into the darkness.
A shining the darkness was unable to comprehend,
Because its understanding lacked needful fitness.
Moving below the vernal earth bathed in the light--
This light which had not yet established a source--
Whose effect meant the cause would soon be in sight,
When God would enthrone the sun without remorse.
He gave it dominion over the sky of the day;
Thus the sun became our great light bearer,
Whose golden gift brightens the day travelers’ way,
And often leads man’s quest for wisdom into error.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2009
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.
We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.
My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.
Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Sun of Earth
God’s Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity,
Like tethered on a string, we’re pulled around your glow,
Your light and energy support all living things—
You are the center of our Galaxy, we know.
Our Sun, God’s beacon shinning down on us each day
Embraces us in warmth and knowledge that His gift
Holds answer to the way our Galaxy exists
With Sun, the center of all life, in space adrift.
We look for you at break of dawn each brand new morn
And feel the surge of hope you bring for our new start;
Your brilliant rays above the clouds take breath away…
We feel the reign of God behind your beating heart.
At sunset in the soothing glow of earthly dusk,
We feel the calmness that flows through our quiet soul…
Our God of glory reigns within your dimming light
To grant the peace of night and wake refreshed and whole.
Oh Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity,
But hand of God created life for us through you…
The miracles of life sustained by Sun’s great force
Were planned and shaped by our Creator’s imaged view.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Show But Don’t Tell
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
I sit alone in the forest among the grass and moss one day
I hoped to grasp fulfillment in my heart and alone pray
I shut my eyes to see my surrounding about me
I felt suddenly so cheerful and free
The sun beams leaped and danced upon my shoulder
They pressed against my warm skin much bolder
And as I listened to the sun shining
I seen in the midst of my darkness it gleaming
It told me of it's story through minds eye, I too see
Oh it made me feel so free
I continued to listen what the leaves then told me
Brushing upon one another so swiftly
It was a sound, oh my I listened delightfully
The leaves then burst in laughter, swish swish ha ha,
Chuckling ever so high as the wind did blow
It's extending branches twisted to and fro
Tickling one another of the full free winds frinzy
In the distance the church bells rang
Clang, Clang, Clang,
I even hear the people inside as they sang
The flow of their voices rested gently on the evening wind
For through eternity in this place I wanted to spend
The sunlight no more upon me within it's driven range
The coolness of the evening jumped out at me
I sit a bit longer in my minds eye the scenery to see
Again as I gasped, I suddenly do feel so free
I listened to the distant buzzing of the bees
The coolness looked so vicious and so strong
I shut my eyes no longer, the darkness was all around
With my eyes I seen the sad, dark, gloomy mossy ground.
What fun I'd had today as I shut my eyes and watched the
scenery with mostly my ears
Now a blind man of his in tuned senses, a Gift from God to him given
and should never fear the darkness, or challenged by his fears.
For that day I spent in the darkness sensing all the landscape
Over and through my senses a lovely gift God did over me drape.
Copyright © Linda Terrell | Year Posted 2009
The sun shines on the righteous
Yet it still shines on those who sin
It could guide them on the right path
And a better way of life will soon begin
God’s continual light is like a beacon
It shines throughout our entire life
Endeavour to retain a strong faith
It can see you through times of strife
Contest Sun shines on the righteous – sponsored by Seren Roberts
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
He said, “Let there be light,”
And then it was done.
He turned on the sun,
And hung the moon and stars out to shine.
He gathered the waters together
To form the ever-changing sea.
He created the universe,
And He made you and me.
He is God…
None other is above Him.
I worship and adore Him,
For He is God.
He made all the flowers,
And He made every tree…
He created the birds and the animals,
And all the fish in the sea.
He formed man from the dust,
And the woman from His side.
On the seventh day he rested…
Earth was ready for man to abide.
He is God…
None other is above Him.
I worship and adore Him,
For He is God!
Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016
Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
We live in an earthly garden
Some are weeds and some are vines
But each is promised pardon
If we follow the light that shines
The Word of God is light
A lamp unto our feet
Remove it from our sight
We are destined for defeat
A beacon for large and small
Food for thought and soul
We often stumble and fall
But the light forever glows
Each of us are flawed
Perfection is Divine
He shines his light for all
Including the spiritually blind
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
Just like a halo on horizon's edge
where sky of gold meets ridge of orange glow,
as though almighty God stands on that ledge
to shine his blessings on the fields below.
The wind-blown grass with cattails standing tall,
like arms raised high to praise His blazing love,
embrace the wonder of this golden sprawl
of dawn, that brings His gift from up above.
This splendor of each gleaming new-day birth
that spreads the beauty of its warmth and light;
the power of all life it brings to earth,
reflects the mastery of God's delight.
Let's raise our arms like cattails, high in air,
as though almighty God was standing there.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Three Choices - No.3 Sunrise
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Form: Sonnet, and as required, with the use of poetic techniques,
simile and metaphor, about a sunrise.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
Sun rising in the morning to shine your warmth on me
Son in this world to make you mark and leave a legacy
sun bringing light to all that you come in contact with
son born to me your presence is the ultimate gift
sun made by God to keep the whole globe warm
son given by God to make sure life goes on
Sunshine breaks through clouds that hide your gift
son when you smile weary spirits lift
Sun proof that this globe the creator loves
Son you are the greatest gift given from up above.
Copyright © Wanda Jerideau | Year Posted 2009
I can’t bear that rock in my shoe,
As I sit, I glance up mesmerized by the sunset’s view.
Seven deep in a grocery line,
The wonderful innocent stare of a baby and mine align.
Two minutes ‘til the microwave dings.
I’m lifted on wings while the voice above nostalgically sings.
Dropping my change all over the ground,
It’s a wonder these tiny ants can amass such a mound.
Traffic slowed to a halted gridlock,
Listen to the honks leading that swaying vee of a flock.
Keys locked inside my car,
The horizon is so clear today, I can see so far.
Coffee dripped upon my shirt,
I’ll go in and change giving my darling a romantic flirt.
My dog drops a load on their lawn,
To their magnificent flower garden my eyes are drawn,
Drive thru with limited crew,
I don’t think I’ve ever seen that particular sunrise hue.
If only I could stop on my own accord,
I would readily see creation’s beauty gifted from my Lord.
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm
Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot
The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget
And rent the veil that set a great divide
The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
I do not know?
Sitting here not wanting to run
from eyes that shine like a copper sun.
All that you say and do seems right
Your happiness- it shines so bright.
You can feel it as do I.
Just as an ocean’s waves,
how we feel can only ebb and flow
but it never really goes-
completely away you soon must go.
We have eternity yes I know.
There doesn’t have to be any goodbyes you say
but in the end I keep telling myself this is the way.
The way for me to move on while we’re apart,
for me to remember all the help you’ve been,
as well as a wonderful friend.
But still a goodbye won’t heal my heart.
I know it’s silly but yes it’s true,
I can’t imagine a day of my life without you there,
Showing just how much you care.
Never caring what I look like or wear
Because to you I always looked beautiful.
But not just on the outside, you saw my soul
and knew how to make me whole
and then persued your goal.
That day in ninth grade is a day I’ll never forget.
It changed my life and has given me,
a chance to see how much I am loved
by a kind and gracious God from up above.
You changed my life and now don’t you see
Why it’s so hard for me?
Hard for me to let you go after all the time-
Time that we spent together
and that felt like it would go forever.
You said I meant so much to you
and you knew you just had to hand me that book.
then all it took was one look
for me to see all you believed was true!
Which is why now I will let you go trusting,
trusting that in time God will make everything fine.
That somehow, someday
You’ll be sent my way.
And hopefully if and when he does,
I will be worthy of someone as wonderful and kind as you.
I don’t know what else to say but forever and always
I love you.
I truly do.
Copyright © Ashley Kloos | Year Posted 2011
Heat of the day sun and fun
Swimming and diving
Signs read do not swim or dive
Young and immortal
Swimming until exhaustion
Time for one more dive
A graceful dive, but too deep
Trying to surface
Forces are pulling downward
Trying to surface
Grabbed this hand just within reach
Safe at water’s edge
Exhausted and still vomiting,
I witness no one to thank.
Edward J. Ebbs - April 11, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015
U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.
M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.
Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014
Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all
of you guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
The Rising Red sun
As like the charming moon and luminous star fades away.
It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky.
Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day.
Praying god for the happiness in all our way.
The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life.
But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can’t get those days of my innocence back.
All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on.
Ray of hope chimed my heart.
Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart.
Provided me and my sincerity towards work can’t depart.
From the very day uplifted to give a quick start.
The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun.
Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains.
Rest all I expect peace my thee.
Left with the ray of hope. Bless us MY god, My lord !!!!!
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Down a river, low the breath sighs
though sunshine plays in tide’s ballet
a blaze aglow like morning paint
with heaven’s glint, its twirling sway.
Wings of dove flutter through daybreak
along crests , hands fold in prayer…
then in full zest, sacred beams twirl
with His grace easing my despair.
This blessed day chimes of mercy
as ray divine enchants eyes’ soul,
where I lift pure dedication
praising God’s light, my spirit whole!
Verlena Walker's Soulidified
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
It's mid-summer again with its mild and moist morning,
Soon whisked away by the mid-day sizzling breeze.
The gorgeous wildflower drinks of the sun's offering,
While butterflies sip of the lily blossom's wine on the lees.
Mid-summer is a time when love beads of rain cool the air;
The gentle beat of its falling seem a song of beneficence.
Then using the rainbow with his incomparable epic flair,
The Great Poet punctuates this grand verse with elegance.
As the birds are resting from their morning serenade,
They now allow the cricket its course at center stage.
The songbirds are cooling their throats in the shade,
Letting the hot sun with its prickling heat fiercely rage.
As the summer sun begins to appear as sweet red lips,
Like a dessert of refreshing sugared berries before me.
The evening breeze cools and my brow no longer drips,
As my eyes grow heavy and I dream of the new day to be.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2013
By Nate Spears
I stand on top of the opinion of the mighty powers above
Staring into the eyes of their dominion
Keeping myself armed and fighting
In the order of a new world
In the order of new eyes
My spirit is old
In the order of new times
My heart lacks no fear
My hands lacks no wrong
So I have no tears
to let roll on
As The River Of Jordan splashes in red
My evil days shall past
Consistent with biblical teachings
I speak the truth consistent with loud speakers
Let freedom ring
While I’m running my fingers through the clouds
I've discovered a savior to save us
Now drip my sun light onto the best
Now drip my sun light onto the rest
Goodness shall fall from my fingers tips
Onto the pages
of my ink.
Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013
Sun Shines On The Righteous
93,000,000 miles from the earth, the sun heats our planet in varying degrees.
If the sun were not appropriately set in place by God, life could not exist, because we would certainly freeze.
Though it be true that the sun shines on the righteous;
it is equally true that the sun also shines on the unrighteous.
I cannot imagine a world of sunshine only upon the righteous,
because the righteous are comparatively so few.
Our prosperous planet would appear as one with beautiful and pleasant strips of light and comfort; but so much of the earth would be in a sad state of neglect and unused potential. There would be breathtaking views of high snow capped mountains and grassy valleys, sandwiched between blue skies, clear waters, and greenish landscapes.
Nevertheless, such beauty would, in turn, be painfully segmented by massive strips of the pure ugliness of cold, darkness, and death.
It is so incredibly descriptive of a benevolent and magnanimous creator, that he would design and engineer a “sun” which dares to
express, like him, a love so far reaching and unconditional.
04112016 PS Contest, Sun Shines On The Righteous, by
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013
Its brilliant light, marking it as hallowed,
a star crossed the sky as wise men followed.
It lured kings and mystics to a loan spot,
to witness what God through Mary begot.
As its light shone, the world started to change,
and the heart of Man began feeling strange.
Our Savior came and Jesus was His name,
for after His birth nothing was the same.
A young Boy saw blood wrongly tainting God,
and knowing of God’s love, He found this odd.
When God was hailed warrior and called to kill,
Jesus knew the role He was born to fill.
Only through example, could He teach love,
so He gave His life so we’d rise above.
Yet His role as martyr brought His heart grief,
and He prayed beseeching God for relief.
Jesus's sacrificial love gave Man hope,
for though the world is wicked we can cope.
And praise be to God for His only Son,
whose death assured me my place in the sun.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Ra the Sun God
Ra Ta came to Egypt with old Thoth,
10, 000 years before the Jesus cross,
The great flood had been and gone,
Thoth, Mercury and Hermes were one.
Built the Great pyramid, they did,
Hermes the architect, stones were bid.
Perfect square of line were they,
Levitation, rocks, did float the way.
Later Ra Ta was worshipped,
as the sun god Ra,
things he bid, marvels did,
still are there, today.
Kunkel says the Pyramid is a pump,
Under a glass,
vacuum sucks up the water,
Pyramid has some secret class.
Anubis, Jackal God of death,
Gate keeper, soul to caress,
Would guide your free spirit,
To Osiris, if you were pure
evil fate, Ammit endure.
Don Johnson 28-july-11
tracie edwards Contest Name Write like an Egyptian
Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
While the sun lent breath to the moon,
Steadily dropping the dusk of its guileless veil
Oh! Such eagerness in demise, I'd never seen
Madness dripping from the darkest skies, and beneath I sit;
Crumbling into my own existence, picking drops off the floor,
Where my weary fingers attempt to stitch madness, to sanity;
But rebel are the trembling hands, like they have been always before!
Nay! Madness shall prevail, sinking into my skin, running rivers through my wrinkles…
And I, I overflow with lunacy in a mask of self-deceit drowned in fury ,
As the battering ocean quickly surrounds the desert of my ill-stitched core;
I scream, I perish; I am consumed by your void, I implore!
Drown me deep, where your depth sees no light and darkness breaks shackles!
Drown me deeper! And there, I shall meet and find my shore;
Nay! Make me linger in your void, that's where I belong,
Oh! Such eagerness, where death trembles with the fear of life…
Where am I? I do not know, I resist knowing, tie me down;
Tie me down to the ignorant shrieks of your baffling lore!
Tie me down to the liberty of being shackled, for liberated is my gaze,
And I'm seeing life, and I'm seeing you, like never before!
Tie me down, till I breathe my last, till the startling end of your illusive haze,
Nay! Nay! Your moon is a lie, a misleading décor,
Oh! Such eagerness, but no truth in its breath…
Copyright © Shafi Ullah | Year Posted 2016
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
My place in the universe
Pondering my place in the universe
am I really important?
does my life make a difference
in this earthly existence?
Or am I just a grain of sand
being trampled upon by imaginary
As I observe the golden globe's
rise and fall each day, in
spectacular array, I realize
that my existence is rather
Watching the interaction of light sharing,
the passing of the torch so to speak,
of the greater luminary to the lesser every night
all for the benefit of us earth dwellers
gives me reason to pause.
We are so small, less than grasshoppers
in comparison to our Maker, yet the heavenly skies
in their incomprehensible majesty are designed with us in mind.
Oh now you are having delusions of grandeur you say!
Ok, think about this,
What purpose does moonlight serve
if not to be observed by us?
Who needs Divine guidance by day
and by night?
Does the animal kingdom appreciate
it's glory and give praise to it's Maker?
Or does it require a measure of intelligence
and appreciation for the Giver of life, to
be able to see more than celestial lights
reflecting for our benefit?
Can we not see His Wisdom, Love, and Power
shining through these reflective lenses?
Does not our pondering these celestial reflectors
cause a reflex reaction in our interior?
Surely that is the purpose, and as a result,
my quiet reflections, have become earthly
reflections of heavenly realities.
Just as these heavenly bodies give silent
testimony to their Grand Maker
should I not, as an able bodied human
a vessel of divine light, also give glory
the the one and same Maker?
So I understand, and have come to know
that the reason for all human existence
is to recognize our dependence on
and submit our lives to, and use our lives to give
glory to our Maker.
My insignificant tongue, can at least
be used to declare God's glory, and by
so doing I am reflecting His love for all
In other words, my place in the universe
is clearly heard, when I raise my voice
and I rejoice, in praising my Creator...in verse.
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
I won't say goodbye, it's a word that implies, something now is ending,
And I'm too full of endings, to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think evening has come, a night must now pass.
Yet with the stars just like our sun to show us all the way,
Across the spans of darkest nights, there lies a brighter day.
I won't say farewell, it is one of those words, that means a scene is closing,
And I'm too full of closings to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think a pause must be in life's great symphony.
Our Maestro turns your page and mine, tuning some strings in need,
That each may play their greatest part, as onward now He leads.
I won't say godspeed, again it's a word, that means one is parting,
And I'm too full of partings to want that extra load.
Instead I'll think the time has come to trust in God's great care.
Our years are filled with anxious prayers,yet He is always near,
Perhaps these moments must all be to teach us faith not fear.
Copyright © Kathleen Callaway | Year Posted 2015