Best Assured Poems
Verily assured of eternal life
Granted by faith in the Saviour’s sacrifice
Here am I empowered to win souls for Christ.
*Titus 1:2 In hope of eternal life, which God, that cannot lie, promised before the world began.
June 10, 2019
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.
I was a girl of nine or ten
had been told by my mother again and again
to stay out of the tops of trees
One day she saw me high as the skies
Swaying on limbs as the old tree sighs
And provided a vital lesson to me
I saw as she a woman of forty and change
Taking not the time her skirt to arrange
Slowly began the climb.
Firmly ensconced on the limb just below
she broke off a switch that we both could know
I was capable of holding on.
She could not keep me away from my nest
Perhaps with this knowledge she could at least rest
And not fear for my limb or my life
Later on I encountered a snake ,my quickest decent though clothing was rent
my foot lightly touched the ground
I looked at the picket fence that stood at the
base of the tree and thought but for her training
I'd have made shish ka bob of me
My training for Olympic tree climbing
drew to a close on that day
The lesson of holding on still serves me to this day
If I could learn to pick battles some wiser seen lost a pyrrhic victory seen as it is
won at exceedingly high cost
Look who now is afraid of heights after
tight rope walking for years it took more than a switching and snakes to bring about this fear
I'm fighting for my life here
For a life to be found worth the living
Letting go the beginning of the process of forgiving
Forgive us all LORD we know not what we do
Please show us the way
help us carry it through
And help us know when to walk away
In our hour of despair we fervently pray.
Help us do your will
As I entered into the supermarket that day,
In bewilderment, I saw this young man, at play.
He smiled, I smiled, I wondered at this unique child,
Wandering up and down, happy and mild, each aisle.
Fourteen in natural years, my eyes swelled with tears,
Right away, he stopped his play, came to calm my fears.
Not like us common folks, these beings are quite unique,
Reminders to you and me, special at their love’s peak.
This special rose was of mind, about four or five years,
His concern and love for me, brought flood’s many tears.
They are especially born, not of common seed,
No hate or strife, loves of life, not serpent greed.
Unique, never to hate, they never fake__ poses,
Coming to us Father’s love form’s, true blue roses.
Honorable Mention
Assured with God’s precious eternal gift
Treasured so priceless by His love and mercy
Measured against my sinful filthiness
Ensured am I of His compassion’s fervency.
Heart rejoicing seeks the Lord ceaselessly
Part and every chamber delight in His love’s pack
Start of each beat comes from His breath
Dart hurled by woes, therefore, cannot attack.
Praise to the Almighty fills my soul
Grace He bestows I cherish with gratitude
Brace that anchors my faith* He upholds
Trace of doubts must succumb to His truth’s fortitude.
*Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
January 15, 2020
4th place, "Writing Prompt- Let's Write a Lento" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 2/5/2020.
We always had been well assured,
That after everything we endured;
Prayers said;
Not dead;
Are sure and certain can be cured.
Jim Horn
My mind had been active again
lately. Wonder what keeps it going
and wish I was knowing where my
future was going. Anyone have any
ideas.
Already past ten again.
Praying to God is always a pleasure;
That will be great beyond all measure;
Expressing;
Confessing;
Have loved and are sure to treasure.
There is definitely for poetry a need;
Formed for food and everyone will feed;
Found flowing;
On you growing;
Especially for those who are in need.
What could it be about all crap;
May create tremendous mishap;
Accident in making,
And breath taking;
Did end up needing a night cap.
There are things that must be addressed;
Confessed all of my poems are the best;
Titillating;
Vacillating,
And everyone with them was impressed.
Poetry is a way that you can express,
All of the issues you want to address,
And feelings exhibit;
Poor language prohibit;
Should never be designed to impress.
What about poetry can be concluded;
We never do ever want to be deluded;
Provide insight;
Did with delight;
Many emotions from us had exuded.
Last effort we did find in a ditch,
That had been avoided by the rich;
Patient never;
Not be clever;
Had sought a hitch in every glitch.
What we had done was to exhume,
Dirt and dust we found with a broom;
To and from,
We must go,
And be sure to sweep up every room.
Instead of them sleeping in a sack,
God please each soldier bring back,
With much care;
More to spare;
Not having injuries and be intact.
Say whatever you like of me.
It may very well be in truth.
It's really only a matter
Of whether I see it too.
Mutually Assured Destruction
Air-raid drills in the hallway,
air-raid shelters in the backyard,
neither would have worked.
If us and the Russians would have
gotten MAD at each other
the Cold War would have been toast.
In 1990 with détente,
no one would get MAD
or so we thought.
Perhaps the Russians will get MAD
at the Ukranians. The Ukraine gave
up its nukes, so perhaps AD instead.
Maybe the Iranians will now get the
bomb and be MAD at the Israelis. Or
maybe the Israelis get MAD first.
Perhaps India gets MAD at Pakistan, or
maybe they get MAD at each other.
So, they will be MAD together.
Perhaps we will all get MAD at
the same time. Oh well, no one
will be left.
MADDENING.
Assured by the omnipotent Saviour
Secured toward eternal heaven flight
Insured for heavenly heritage gain
Cured from sin-cancer, my soul does delight.
Indeed braced upon love and grace of Christ
Freed* against fatally condemning guilt
Deed, grace-propped, my spirit fulfills by faith
Greed smiting while service through virtues built.
*John 8:36 If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.
June 16, 2021
2nd place, "Lento - 8 Lines" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 7/4/2021.
Waning moon
Resting me assured
You will return
You gently
Walk underneath her
Charming me
Snowflakes
Landing on my palm
Like angels
They carry
Your soft whisper I
Understand
Rest assured
I am here always
Like your moon
And when you
Gently speak to her
I will hear
Waxing moon
Resting me assured
You are here
You try to mask your given voice
in what’s perverse and then profane
But truth speaks only for itself,
your costume tattered—seamstress blamed
This great parade, a grand charade,
your song a flattened chord
Its final line to seal your fate,
—perdition now assured
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
On the branches, his rest is assured,
Comes the flight of the little song bird.
In all things, profound, and heard,
This is the creature, that has the last word.
Listen to him, as he chirps away...
Only to never come back, some day?
He flies off, into the air...
Where ever he goes, without a care.
Time marches on, and winter comes to.
The birdie's gone, and so are you.
The bird came back the following spring.
But this time, his song, he didn't sing.
I'm still waiting for the day to come true.
When I can fly off, and come join with you.
Then I'll sing the song that can't be heard.
Just like that tiny, little, lonely song bird.
I am sure,
That I am
I am His Assured
It’s in present tense
I’m living my blessedness
Right now on this earth in this season
Forth now as of this moment
I am in blessed assurance
For my Savoir yet alive
He's my light on the inside
I am His Assured, that I am
I am sure
9/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
*Assured of eternal life**
*Love-constrained
*I look unto Christ...
*Music of my heart
*Triumphant over psychological challenges
is *Freedom shout
as well as *Bliss of liberty
with *Faith fortitude
along *Jubilant praises
to *Vanquish my doubts
in my *Spiritual trek
since *God hedges me.
**1John 5:11 And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.
*My Poem Title published in Poetry Soup
July 6, 2019
1st Verse
There is an assured place for us
Jesus
There’s an assured place at the cross
Our Lord, Savoir
Has forgiven us
When we have repented
Mercies and grace
All in place Hallelujah
ChorusGlory
Honor Worshiping power
There’s sweet peace
There’s sweet release
Hallelujah
Glory to the Lamb
Sing Saints over, over and over again
There is an assured place in Christ
In our life and after life assured in God
There is an assured place in Jesus, Jesus
2nd Verse
There is an assured place for us
Jesus
For we are wretch undone
Born in sin
The Lord Jesus, has forgiven us
There is an assured place for us
Jesus
There’s an assured place in heaven
ChorusGlory
Honor Worshiping power
There’s sweet peace
There’s sweet release
Hallelujah
Glory to the Lamb
Sing Saints over, over and over again
There is an assured place in Christ
In our life and after life assured in God
There is an assured place in Jesus, Jesus
3rd Verse/Reframe
Let us draw near;
With a sincere heart;
In full assurance of faith;
Having hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience;
Then allowing our bodies washed with HIS pure water;
Inspired by words of Poetess Beata Agustin
Hebrews 10:22
Also Dedicated to Beata Agustin
4/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.