Best Tender Mercies Poems
There is much to be said about the value of friends
Those who lift us up when we try to make amends
A crutch to help us stand when we stumble and fall
Hit us with the power of truth, thrown like a fast ball
They offer welcoming shoulders to receive our tears,
Teach us the importance of choosing to change gears
To stand with us against the barbs of disgruntled foes
Refrain from judging when we've caused other's woes
Those who are patient listeners, offering us their ears
They dry our weepy eyes, smile at us and say, "Cheers."
We love their tender mercies in forgiving us our faults
Honoring them humbles us, and their character it exalts.
Almighty God* constantly blessing my life
Blessed Saviour of compassion-care
Caring Creator, directing me
Driving Director toward enlightened spirituality
Enlightening Spirit for stewardship-faithfulness
Faithful Father granting goodness
Good Granter of helpfulness’ hope
Helping Healer against sin-virus influence
Influential Instructor along biblical judgment
Just Judge, showing me kindness
Kind King full of love
Loving Lord with tender mercies
Merciful Master, nurturing worshipful heart
Nourishing Nurturer, leading me against evil
Omniscient Leader along great power
Powerful Mover for joyous revival
Quickening Reviver, restoring my soul
Redeemer-Restorer Who strengthens servanthood
Strengthening Christ for triumph’s assurance
Triumphant Warrior, lifting my faith’s banner
Upholding Faith-Author that conquers doubts
Victorious Conqueror, winning with wise counsel
Wisdom Source, exemplifying discipleship essence
‘Xcellent Example Who personified servant-leadership
Yoke Bearer with against weakness’ fall
Zealous Fire for my earnest devotion to the Almighty God.*
*Genesis 17:1 …The LORD appeared…, and said…, I am the Almighty God; walk before me, and be thou perfect.
June 1, 2019
Goodness of the Lord
The goodness of the Lord
if you choose to believe will certainly bless your heart,
thinking upon this God of love
and upon His Spirit of whom He chose to impart.
We can think on His tender mercies
His loving kindness to,
His faithfulness, meekness, patience and love
only to mention a few.
His goodness is a continual blessing
it flows from the Master’s hand,
so freely coming down from Heaven
upon us who are like a dry and thirsty land.
He sends the rain upon the evil and
upon His righteous ones to,
it shows the heart of this God we serve
and what we can expect Him to do.
Our God even sees a small little sparrow
that falls from earth’s majestic sky,
so we can truly believe that He will notice
the hurts of His children and when we begin to cry.
Jesus, there is no one like You,
and, Your face I can hardly wait to behold,
but for now, I thank You for Your absolute goodness
and Your Word for of You I’ve been told.
Written by: Marilyn Jennings
Yearning to be free from sin and self,
I bow before my Savior God and King.
Earnestly I seek Your tender mercies,
Laying down my life an offering.
Dying to my will I live for Yours.
9/1/13
The Priest with Spirited Eyes
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,-
Shared love given to those with great need!
Comforting hearts that hurt but don't bleed,
With love spent in helping as precious time flies
Your healing gently washes away so many lies,
Mercy prevails as you plant that seed;-
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,
Shared love given to those with great need!
As welcomed as are rain clouds in desert skies
Healing those victims with kindness and speed!
Hearts mended, imprisoned Souls quickly freed,
With tender mercies prevailing and joy in the cries,
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes.
Robert J. Lindley, 07/13/2014
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name - Random Acts of Kindness
Rondel
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet,
rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the
refrains, or repeats.
Place your hand upon my chest,
listen to my beating heart,
it softly beats for you.
Curl your finger in mine,
let me kiss each one, and then your lips.
As you whisper sweetly in my ear,
my being wraps in the gentleness of your voice,
holding me captive.
Kiss my eyes closed in pleasure,
gently linger on the lids with your yearning tongue.
Layer my neck with lip bites,
nipped with passionate abandon,
they begin and end with you.
Hold me tighter, closer, longer,
memorialize this moment sublime.
There are thoughts I ache to express,
but I’m a prisoner of ecstasy,
silence has its own voice.
My body is answering your every touch,
there is no need for elaboration.
Your tender mercies give me light,
what was dark I now an inkling see,
praises be to human intimacy.
Hold me again, mold me to you.
I’m ready to surrender my soul.
I want to be yours.
Happy we pals of battalions from villages born of love
And sweet tender mercies, unlike here entrenched
With the foe. Grey mists on the horizon, silhouetted hove
Of sallow composition; subdued and drenched.
Between us, in 'no man's land' a barren waste
Of limbs stacked high, orchestrating the way
Of death, foreshadowing yet even still the taste
To come, and soon; at the break of day.
Our friends, fathers, uncles and brothers
In arms; cleaving the ground of crimson red
Left on the battle scarred plains, with their mother's
Voices ringing out, as bells that toll the dead.
Then slowly faint whispers are heard amidst the grave
Of brown and grey. "Is that you John!Bill! Fred?"
"Is that you Hans!Jurgen!Emil!"? You the brave
Who fell, still living amongst the dead.
The shroud of death that covers distempered cries
Now lifting as both find their heroes of cause.
And naked transgression remains; signature of lies
And deceit; like whores showing no remorse.
THE BLESSINGS OF ANOTHER DAY
Thank you Lord for waking me up, and starting me on my way.
For health, food and shelter, clothed in my right mind,
The blessings of another day.
You watched over me as I slumbered and slept,
Kept hurt harm and danger away.
Thank you Lord, as I praise your name
For the blessings of another day.
You bid my moments a while longer to roll on
Through your tender mercies and grace.
You gave me patience power and strength to run this Christian race.
‘Tis not by my goodness or much that I’ve done
That granted me these good deeds.
But by your compassion and faithfulness,
And your promise to supply all my needs.
So I thank you Lord for loving kindness and care,
And the joy you sent my way.
But most of all I express gratitude
For The Blessings Of Another Day
My heart awakens each day with a psalm,
Which I will joyfully recite for my King.
A psalm of pure love, a psalm of praise,
Because the Lord means everything to me.
And on my knees I happily speak the words,
Bowing down before his heavenly throne.
Lovingly he accepts what is spoken by lips,
For he knows their melodies are never done.
He saved me from sin’s deep darkened pit,
And from sinking into its tormented hell.
He gave his life as a ransom for me,
And now my heart each day must tell.
Of his goodness, his love, and tender mercies,
How his loving grace has set me forever free.
For he saved a lowly sinner from certain death,
Giving me his blessing of life I surely need.
And that is why my heart will tell the world
About the precious salvation he alone brings
For he is more valuable than even my own life
Because he means more than this world to me.
Gripping, searing , yearning,
a mother for her son,
vacillating, pride and heartache,
head wars that can’t be won,
precariously, dangling,
by her fingertips
somewhere between hope and despair
trying hard to get a grip!
Crying, seeking, praying
a mother to her Lord,
begs His tender mercies
as promised in His word,
“Gentle Lord, bathe my son
in the comfort of your light.
Hold him near, calm his fear,
keep him safe tonight.
Do not let him dash his toe upon a single rock.
Let him always feel your nearness,
together with him walk.
Give him daily sustenance,
in your word bid him sup’,
hold him when he’s weary,
should he fall, Lord, lift him up!
Assure him when he’s lonely,
that where he goes you go
Remind him that we love him more
than he could ever know.
Until this nightmare’s over, Lord,
and his tour of duty’s done,
until the desert lays behind him,
and he’s resting safe at home,
command your angels to surround him,
his protective hedge of light
ever vigilant, ne’er tiring
keep my son safe tonight!
Little kids, needles, scary places
Doctors, nurses, with smiling faces
Strange bed, strange sound
Spooky environs all around
Pokes and prods, pink flowered gown
Tender mercies, gentle touch
Thank goodness mom is stickin’ round
Else this scary place would be waaay too much!
Toy placed in tiny hand
Gatorade given to drink
Young minds come to understand
This is not so bad! (ya’ think?)
Soon the aches and nose so stuffy
Give way to the nurses loving care
Eyes once teary, red and puffy
Sparkle anew and shine so fair
They leave with smiles on timid faces
All better now! No longer sick!
Soothed by nurses caring graces
That helped make the time pass so quick
R,N.’s and Docs: such busy people!
Yet they take the time and give so much
And the most precious gift from these busy people?
Open hearts, acts of caring kindness
…Tender mercies, Gentle touch…
Dedicated to all caregivers
But especially the great people at
Pediatrics E.R. U.M.C Las Vegas Nevada
By David Whalen
Moving through the pulse and the flow
A timetable of fixed dilation
A given
And measured
Ellipse
To the people it trips
As they ride the crest
Of the waves
Of emotions
Just prisoners of
Perpetual motion
Never ceasing
Never pretending to be
Anything more
Born into the days
Of a future long past
Spying its records
From the start to the last
We are all
Just second hand news
In a land of ne’re to be
Nonsensical devotion
The prisoners of perpetual motion
Elate
And repress
The We
The US three
The Me
Myself
and I
Come to share in a life such as these
Checking out the view
I’m just second hand news
In the land of Ne’re do we
Strolling on by and
Pressing on through
Tasked with its provisions
And it’s riddled revisions
Nonsense and fiction
Have found their new diction
Of solar progression
As they encapsulate
The US Three
Strolling on by
Pressing ahead
The RIGHT
And the TRUE
It’s textured and layered deception
Held a managed intervention
Holding within its folio
The signatures of digression
Devoid of emotion
As it’s pendulum swings to and fro
Never able to leave
Or break its grasp
Transcending all in its path
Nonsense and fiction
Wear a guise of suspicion
Take on a new face
A perplexing division
With its sweeping broad strokes
To embrace and replace the US Three
Brushing on past
Just a page before
You knocked on the door
Of the garden where flowers once grew
These steps you’ve taken
Left to the tender mercies
Of fiscal conservancy’s
Hyperbolic uncertainty
Common knowledge
Given breathe
As stolen
A thief
Of the Inspector in chief
His notes plainly written
A solider in part
Has taken my enemies heart
In a fruitless pursuit
Of passion and pain
Here
I remain
In its orbital dance
The great mechanic has cast
His players
The WE
The US Three
Cry the home
On this ellipse
As we roam
The WE
The US Three
The black crow
Watches unfaltering
With his stalwart gaze
As your counterfeit lies
Sought in other men’s eyes
With a forbodance
Which can not be denied
In the wink of an eye
Like the pearls on a string
That glow
And
That shine
As it squares with the facts
In the drivers seat of circumstance
And at length in perpetuity
YOU hold the charter to men’s hearts.
TENDER MERCIES
Tender mercies on us shower
From The Supreme ’s sacred tower
Hungry get a sumptuous meal
Angry get a soothing heal
Barren blessed with lovely child
Lost absolved from scary wild
True confession granted pardon
Buds fresh bloom in wilted garden
Homeless get a safe shelter
A fireplace in chilling winter
Drowning rescued in someone’s guise
Distraught guided through friend wise
Marital bliss, trustworthy mate for lonely
Door opens for one who knocks sincerely
His love and grace for us is in profusion
Counting blessings lets submit grateful effusion
17th October 2016
The road of life is long and winding,
There could be detours along the way,
We are moving forever forward,
There's no going back to a yesterday,
Some days are up, Some days are down,
There could be tragedies when troubles abound,
Whenever tragedies impede our life,
We cross a bridge to a new way of life,
Through all the pain of trying to adjust,
We need to remember God is there for us,
His tender mercies will see us through,
All the pain and suffering to a life anew,
And when our problems begin to heal,
We reach out to others and help them feel,
The love of God who will help them,
Across the bridges in their life.
Jesus Christ is "In God"and that is a given fact in order for "Jesus Christ to be "The Lord God Almight's "Only Begotten son"! We sometimes go "Astray don't we! In "The Holy Bible" in "Psalms 103" we discover "The Lord God Almighty"! Bless the Lord,Oh My soul:and all that is within "ME",Bless his "Holy Name. Forget not all of his "Benefits:Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things;so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's .The Lord executeth righteousness and judgement for all that are oppressed. He made known his ways unto Moses,his acts unto the children of Israel. The Lord is merciful and gracious,slow to anger,and plenteous in mercy. He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger forever. He hath not delth with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.For as the heaven is higher above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him. As far as the east is from the west ,so far hath he removed our transgressions from us. Like as a father pitieth his children ,so the Lord pitieth them that fear him.For he knoweth our frame. He remembereth that we are dust!As for man his days are as grass: as a flower of the field,so he flourisheth. I don't feel no ways tired even though we will be a "Corps in the grave! We sometimes go astray! Our Father god will not leave us! I don't believe he brought this far to leave us! I don't believe he brought us this far "Living or Dead to leave us!We can have "The Peace That God Can Give whether we be living or dead!God is full of mercy to the living and the dead in "Christ Jesus"! How can a Bird ask why it died? How can a Tree asked why it died? How can Covid 19 the virus ask why it died,and is being killed while "Human Lives are being saved ? The Lord God Almighty giveth and taketh away! How can "The Clay" tell the "Potter" what to do with it or what to make it? We are the "Clay" and "The Lord God Almighty" is "The Holy Potter"! The Lord God Almighty made "Jesus Christ" ! In Jesus Christ name I pray ! When anyone is dead and in their grave they still can be saved if they have ever "Feared The Lord God Almighty"!