Best Imputed Poems
Becoming righteous is a high ask
who indeed can claim this real prize
for God declares all as sinners
so need God to give you rise
Being able to achieve righteous deeds
won't bring a righteousness divine
for deeds can't make you such
only God can show you His sign
God is the author of true righteousness
for He is righteous perfectly true
always has been past and forever
brings Christ's imputed righteousness upon you
The good Lord now sees us as Christ
with His righteousness upon our frame
so God accepts us as His holy ones
now Satan can't cast us with any blame
Now we can do righteous deeds
seeing we are righteous altogether
such a blessing and privilege to have
God has endowed it upon us forever
(Quote:
" We do not become righteous by doing righteous deeds but, having been made righteous, we do righteous deeds".)
- Martin Luther ( 1483-1546)
Categories:
imputed, god, rights, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Confronted with conflicting self-forces
my flesh groans in adversities’ braces
gripped by haughty human nature that reigns
over flawed sinful carnality strains.
Granted with grace of redemption by Christ
my soul owns His eternal life, blood-priced
along imputed righteousness divine
changing me from iniquities’ design.
Quickened toward God-consciousness delight
my spirit yields to Almighty light
striving to win own personal battles
smiting selfishness, pride and greed rattles.
Settling to choose best in dilemmas’ test
my faith seeks truth from Scripture wisdom nest
believing immutable verities
learned well from discipleship certainties.
Created in God’s image: wondrous deed
my essence is complete through Him indeed
made functional through ministerial acts
living for Him, reaching-out midst peace-pacts.
Staying in the center of the Lord’s will
my heart contented, with love He does fill
while satisfied by His faithfulness’ bliss
prospered in glad service I cannot miss.
Blest with uniqueness of distinct beauty
my being finds worth in Jesus’ bounty
He values me through His compassion wealth
enriching* personhood by divine health.
*2Corinthians 9:11 Being enriched in every thing to all bountifulness, which causeth through us thanksgiving to God.
January 26, 2021
6th place, "Non-judgmental Eye" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 1/29/2021.
Categories:
imputed, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
O’ to fade! To pass! To rest! To die!
To ponder, to listen
and not forebode -
you were as a thresher to the chaff
and the driven wind
that winnowed.
The thunderclap of Tawhiri raging
silence not a loving
fool’s complaint,
nor portend for whom the bell tolls
when the echoes
of time grow faint
My heart alas divided against itself
knows not what to say
or what to feel,
and with ponderous words recited
I return your resting
place to kneel.
Some final absolutions shared alone -
cold black rain upon
my brow and cuff.
Judge not a froward son - I am who
I am, and have
been judged enough
We are but the quick and the dead,
and just or unjust
no keeper of time.
O tell, what sin was imputed to you?
What concealed divine
law or crime?
And what burden so dark the lamps
of Heaven and Earth
burn less bright?
I ask do we in this realm find peace
or is death’s victory
our only respite?
Only in beds of posthumous sleep
will end my
unspoken confessions.
Nay, I no longer exhume the past -
it rebukes all my
searching questions.
From umbilical dawn to end of days
I failed you - I added
unto your woe.
In life and death there comes a time
when to hold on
and when to let go
May your life and times early passed
live on in the heart
that lives in me,
for in all the silent screams below
is my own howl
in my own vanity.
As I pen my verse the charcoal sky
again rumbles softly
over a distant knell.
No loss, no sorrow, no love unwept
can unring that
fearful tolling bell
Written: July 1991
Categories:
imputed, anniversary, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Conception’s stain imputed sin again
my first cry swallowed by a bulb syringe.
At five years old, a chapel’s altar call
remained in me, the echo of your name.
Among a culture’s art of chase and hunt,
temptation’s treasures took my youth away,
my own Bathshebas broke Pandora’s box.
A pride unwilling for divine reproof,
evolved a spoken vengeance into blades
that would deliver the wounds my fists couldn’t.
Profane reflections gave illusions right,
the blind impatience always in my heart
to feel the edge of your permissive will,
left bones now heavy with the wages paid.
A whisper under the seas of our noise,
conviction bleeds the shadows from our hearts,
devoid of life, the chambers shown depraved.
The light of Christ’s salvation left untouched
at every worldly summit – nothing there.
Can’t get through the eye of the needle gate,
a want, to need, submit to bread and wine.
To change a man, the written Sword will carve
itself inside the soul, a life now new.
Not just what you have done or what you give,
but more of what you are that answers why.
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Written: 02.15.18
Categories:
imputed, bible, christian, god, hope,
Form:
Blank verse
I’m God’s workmanship* settled in His plan
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
I’m God’s creation according to His design
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to fulfill His will, never to resign.
I’m God’s vessel which is His gracious project
He saved me from sin’s eternal defect
To transform me as my way He does direct
And leads me to His mercy I can’t reject.
I’m God’s student learning from His divine material
He quickened my soul, making me spiritual
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
I’m God’s follower crafted through His tools daily
He imputed to me His righteousness truly
To enable me to strive to be holy
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
I’m God’s steward refined along His faithfulness
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with joyfulness.
I’m God’s masterpiece molded toward His perfection
He took me out me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
*Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
April 12, 2018
Edited on January 8, 2022
1st place, "Who Am I" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 1/14/2022.
Featured as one among "Poem of the Week" on May 29-June 2, 2022.
Categories:
imputed, appreciation, christian, engagement, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
©Alfreda Williamson
July 2, 2004
Outside town boundaries,
bustling, noisy din,
Deeply in the serenity of peace, calm,
the country County,
Around a curve, sharp, blind.
There it leaped out at me.
Suddenly, unexpectedly
Catching me off guard,
Not foresightedly, not scary
Just by way of wonderment
. . . why this unfinished business?
The house without its finishings.
. . . It rose up in the trees,
reaching the tops, for two stories,
Sweat/precision/deliberation imputed,
Reaching towards the sun.
Or was it toward a full autumn moon,
Or could it be the direction,
from the ancient star compass.
Harnessing a cloud drifting by, for clearing?
It stood among the ivory,
Entangled, entwined but
Not overgrown, not overtaken.
The roof covered in tin,
The setting for magnificent, earthly,
heavenly sounding of
drenching,/torrential/steady
rain drops.
The windowed eyes of this
Unfinished dwelling,
Finished, painted, shadowed, framed
. . . in pink.
Its back bone wood no longer
yellow /white/beige with youth.
The grey/brown color of rotting age and elements;
. . . time, neglect, exposure
. . . nature scraping and shearing away,
year after year,
after month, after day,
after time.
The frame finished, nearly so,
Peaking spaces left, or now,
There, some frame filling
Having been ripped/rotted
Away for outsiders to look in.
This business unfinished,
And not overtaken,
In the gulf of time.
Nature working reclamation,
Of the space, crawling,
Groundward, upward,
Yet unfinished in recapturing.
This unfinished house, standing
Alone in the word,
Sharing a space with no one
In its place.
The windowed souls,
. . . looking, peeking at
passersby,
driving,
cycling,
running pass,
in a flurry.
This unfinished business,
Begs questioned consideration,
Sufficient structural invitation
? who went there
? what past passed
? why this unfinished business
? when
Where . . .
am I begged to inquire,
invited to draw close?
But I can’t get there.
Though attention drawn,
And pondering invoked.
I can’t finish it,
This business.
By Alfreda Williamson
© July 2, 2004
Categories:
imputed, introspection, mystery, autumn,
Form:
Narrative
My best Friend is my Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ Who knows my condition!
My soul He freed from hell’s eternal damnation
He redeemed me, assuring me His salvation
Making me a heaven-bound citizen with eternal life’s possession.
My best Friend is my satisfaction Grantor Who shows my bestowed privilege!
My spirit He assured that I’m His child He does acknowledge
He endowed me with precious inheritance based on His pledge
Making me a potential investor in His divine work’s mileage.
My best Friend is my tranquility Source Who fixes my peaceful being!
My body He made the temple of the Holy Spirit I must be obeying
He enables me to grow in His grace while unceasingly praying
Making me a blessed Christian, while in His will, I keep on staying.
My best Friend is He Who completes my wholeness!
My heart He fills with His joy, mirth and gladness
He meets my insufficiency and nothingness with timeliness
Making me a rich heir in His gracious and loving bountifulness.
My best Friend settles my perspective!
My mind He renewed when my sins He did forgive
He teaches me by His counsels that His Word delights to give
Making me a wise learner, as for Him, I decide to live.
My best Friend builds up my testimony’s history!
My desire He has geared toward proclaiming the Gospel story
He subdues my selfishness, pride, and worldliness that bring me misery
Making me a faithful steward, determined to serve Him toward His victory.
My best Friend* is my life’s sturdy anchor!
My strength He empowers by His might where I find succor
He straightens me in my pursuit for holiness while for Him I labor
Making me a sincere life-builder who leads others to His friendship’s harbor.
*James 2:23 And the scripture was fulfilled which saith, Abraham believed God, and it was imputed unto him for righteousness: and he was called the Friend of God.
May 9, 2018
Categories:
imputed, appreciation, blessing, christian, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Confronted by conflicting self-forces
my flesh groans in adversities’ struggles
realizing that human nature lurks
then reigns to conquer carnality flaws.
Granted with grace of redemption by Christ
my soul received His eternal life gift
along imputed righteousness divine
freeing me from sin-wages’ damnation.
Quickened toward God-consciousness sublime
my spirit yields to Almighty control
striving to win in personal battles
vanquishing own selfishness, pride and greed.
Settling dilemmas in choosing what’s right
my faith seeks anchor upon Scripture truths
believing immutable verities
learned well from discipleship endeavours.
Created wondrously in God’s image
my essence is complete indeed by Him
made functional through ministerial work
living for Him, reaching-out to others.
Staying in the center of the Lord’s will
my heart remains contented* and peace-filled
while satisfied by His faithfulness’ joy
prospered in fulfilling utmost service.
Blest with uniqueness of distinct beauty
my being finds real worth in the Saviour
valuing me by His compassion wealth
enriching personhood despite weakness.
*1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
January 26, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jan 26)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2021.
Categories:
imputed, blessing, character, christian, faith,
Form:
Blank verse
All time comes to an end.
Eternity is a matter discussed quietly among the flawed,
in an earnest effort to find peace.
There is none, there never was, in the dead man’s march.
Only His grace can buy the price of even the most
… unworthy soul.
All that come to know Him, will know Him forever.
All that say they will not…
are lying to themselves.
They already know that, too.
Cognizant of such, we thank God for enabling our faith to know Him
as the Holy Spirit exposed our sinfulness we did earnestly admit.
Repenting, we trusted Christ to be accepted by the Father
believing that He won’t cast those who come to Him…
Thus, with His imputed righteousness, we’re now justified
His grace ransomed our worthless souls securing our march toward heaven.
Enjoying vibrant relationship with Him, blissful peace engulfs us
in the midst of a defiled, turbulent world awaiting His judgment...
We reach out to others along love's joy, before time comes to an end
commencing eternity* marked by the Lord's sovereign timetable.
*First ten lines are from the poem, “Judgment” posted on November 3, 2019 by a poet friend, ANN FOSTER, who started in the PS on June 1, 2019.
**Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
November 12, 2019
1st place, "Introduction by Collaboration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/14/2019.
Categories:
imputed, blessing, christian, confidence, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Nostradamus ician incantation once meet.
Informal inveracity of the ignoble sect.
Saviors stylish mercies sensed saving their necks.
Invariably today were imputed more adult.
Placing belittled Bibles on the very top shelf.
Next shelf implement the almanac.
Impending how arrangements tend to imbue.
Saviors sweet tune of the scented cock a too.
Were well deserving of our labors.
Incongruities ignite in-between neighbors.
Inconspicuous identification erupts into trouble.
Soldiers marching ides, on the double.
Truth impugned ; subhuman indelible infamy.
Saviors transcendent healing: iatric stylets.
Next shelf implement the dictionary.
Jesus; Icon; identify; ideal; Icarus; iffy.
Incredulous! how impious ideas initiate with i.
Saviors stance steady, as indignant missiles aren't stones.
Categories:
imputed, political, religion, society,
Form:
For your question that seeks my honesty
On "Who do you think you are?" with poetry's beauty
Here am I revealing my identity
Along my spiritual bio-data filled by God's bounty...
I’m God’s blessed workmanship settled in His plan;
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
I’m God’s adopted child according to His design;
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to fulfill His will, never to resign.
I’m God’s redeemed property seen as His project
He saved me from sin’s eternal defect
To transform me as my way He does direct
And leads me to His grace I can’t reject.
I’m God’s privileged steward by His divine material
He quickened my soul to be heaven-bound and celestial
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
I’m God’s on-the job trainee crafted thru His tools daily
He imputed to me His righteousness truly
To enable me to strive to be holy
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
I’m God’s called servant molded toward His perfection
He took me out me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
I’m God’s upheld missionary strengthened by His faithfulness
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with joyfulness.
*1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am...
August 22, 2018
3rd place, "Who Do You Think You Are" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Judged on 8/27/2018
Categories:
imputed, appreciation, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
A frivolous past was trod
The silent requiem plays inside
But to consider it as noise
Will be injustice to self
A crime of denying renewal
Denying hope, denying strength
But denying history is ignorance
Yet regretting it is futile
The past is mounted with an iron-clad
The future is a sight of the teary eyed
Yet the present is the fragile silence of the library
One word, one action, even one breath
Influences the people around
That is why
wisdom should be imputed
change should be accepted
life should be continued
We may sojourn in a quiet shade
But when our fortitude returns
We must continue on
Our footsteps are now engraved
In the surface of the earth they rest
We must make new ones without fear
This is my last words "Happy New Year"
Categories:
imputed, encouraging, new year,
Form:
Free verse
Divine date with the Lord of wondrous serenity...
Fellowshipping with HIM around love’s certainty
Such is my devotion with sincerity
As I abide in His precepts’ authority.
Sublime date with the Saviour in His holiness…
Dining together with HIM midst festive earnestness
By His imputed righteousness
As I stand with Him upon His sanctification’s wellness.
Holy date with Christ according to His standard…
Glowing with HIM toward heaven's regard
Propelled by His divine push forward
As I march along His leadership’s safeguard.
Joyous date with the Almighty along faith’s action…
Being with HIM in supplication’s function
According to His wise instruction
I press toward His blessings’ fruition.
Wondrous date with God* in worshipful iridescence…
Such is my dream of sublime togetherness-fluorescence
By the Holy Spirit’s favor midst prayer incense
Preparing me for eternal meeting beyond celestial magnificence.
Psalm 63: 1 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.
February 7, 2023
1st place, "My Dream Date" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 2/21/2023.
Categories:
imputed, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
September 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Zephaniah 1-3
Key Verse – Zephaniah 2:3 Seek ye the LORD, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the LORD'S anger.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BIDDING ME TO YOUR KINGDOM
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of everlasting victory
Being Your child because of Your Gospel story
So grateful am I to possess Your promised land territory…
Help me exalt You always as I praise Your marvelous glory.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of awesome magnificence
Being Your worshipper because of Your mercy’s essence
So blessed am I to stay in Your assured presence…
Help me pray to You always as I seek Your answer’s incense.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of great perfection
Being Your believer because of Your justification
So privileged am I to experience Your regeneration toward my transformation…
Help me serve You always as I learn from Your wise instruction.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of shining holiness
Being Your saint because of Your imputed righteousness
So humbled am I to own Your redemption-fullness…
Help me live for You always as I radiate Your scriptural joyfulness.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of heavenly investment
Being Your heir because of Your divine nature-endowment
So glad am I to receive Your covenant-commitment…
Help me please You always as I obey Your wondrous commandment.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of powerful might
Being Your follower because of Your biblical light
So fortunate am I to have Your kindness-delight…
Help me draw near You always as I progress along Your direction-height.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of sovereign leadership
Being Your steward because of Your offered partnership
So elated am I to abide in Your workmanship-fellowship…
Help me glorify You always as I cherish Your eternal friendship.
September 3, 2022
Categories:
imputed, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Precious is my life, authored by God based on His sovereign plan…
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
So precious is my life wrought by God according to His grand design…
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to do His great will, never to resign.
Very precious is my life cared by God as His divine project…
He loved me, saving me from sin’s gruesome defect
To be transformed as my way He does direct
And leads me toward heavenly pursuits by His grace I can’t reject.
Truly, precious is my life valued by God beyond the ephemeral…
He sacrificed Himself for me, quickening my soul, making me spiritual
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
Blessed is my precious life since God crafts it thru His magnificent tools daily…
He imputed to me His righteousness so I can be holy
To enable me to comply to His Word obediently
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
My precious life is God’s masterpiece molded toward His perfection…
He took me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
Indeed, precious is my life*, constantly refined by God along His faithfulness…
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with service-joyfulness.
*Psalm 64:1 Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
October 12, 2018
2nd place, "HOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS"
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 10/15/2018.
Categories:
imputed, appreciation, blessing, christian, god,
Form:
Rhyme