Lord,
help me shed this ego-atrophy.
Like a second skin I'm desperate to peel away.
Undoubtedly knowing this is the final fray.
Don't leave me, I beg you. Lord
Please don't give up on me yet.
I've made repetitive decisions,
stumbling once more in this drug addicted trap.
I see the line you drew in the sand.
While the wall of the world is built sky high.
I'm teetering on the edge.
I pray you don't send me Lord, right over the ledge.
So many unfinished poems, linger behind my lips.
You saved me in my darkest nights, trapped in the abyss.
You found me when I lost myself,
right in the nick of time.
Humbly asking you My Savior
just one more day.
There are so many thoughts within one mind;
some are lost, while others are forgotten.
These thoughts begin bleeding out as I write.
I shed tears while missing the sun, all while gazing at the stars burning bright.
Unlocked cage in addiction, but my flesh isn't accepting the loss of the fight.
Take me back to ground zero, beginning with the circle of life.
I reminisce about the garden where my heart still resides.
Replaying every song forever in my mind.
Wishing for God's well of living water, to quench my thirsty soul.
As reconstruction continues, the conversation persists.
Vivid memories dating back to when I was a kid.
Water flows downstream, the river running as much as I am.
Sent a key and a mirror, illuminating what my eyes cannot hide.
The odd, faint of blood had soaked the sinner’s body.?
It was the blood of crying repentance unto Christ.
Laid upon a shore of stones,?the body rested where the rocks cut the holy waters.?
On its surface, shimmering stars were scattered by the hand of God.
Justice had been restored-at the cost of one’s life.
And the Sun now glorified one’s soul-for he’s who had witnessed it.
Yet what is the cost of justice?
It is the cost of one’s sanity..
633.
Meditation on the 3rd Joyful Mystery:
The Birth of Jesus Christ
In the days of Herod, Jesus Christ was born
(In a manger forlorn)
Since there was no descent lodge available
(Our Lord was born in a stable)
This is the 3rd Joyful Mystery – The Birth of Jesus Christ
That solemn night, angels invited shepherds to come to the newborn baby
(Who will shepherd humanity)
And a bright star guided three wise men to the infant
(Kingly gifts unto Him they would grant)
The fruit of this mystery – Love of the Poor
Oh God who had made flesh the Word divine
(Our Savior oh so fine)
The God who became man, the man who became God
(Who shall rule all the nations with the iron rod)
As “The Birth of Jesus Christ” had shown “Love of the Poor”
Lord God, like in “The Birth of Jesus Christ”, we want to love the poor
(This is a way unto Thee for sure)
Like Jesus – the King who had lived in poverty
(But rules mankind for eternity)
Praise God! We realized “Love of the Poor” through the 3rd Joyful Mystery.
-04/03/2019
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
Personal property of Jesus Christ.
If lost, return to the nearest bible believing church.
A soul once walked in shadowed days,
lost in pride and empty ways.
No peace within, no steady light,
just wandering through the longest night.
Then came a presence, calm and kind,
that met the broken heart and mind.
No turning back, no harsh reply—
just love that saw through every lie.
Words of worth were softly spoken,
lifting what was crushed and broken.
Hope returned where none had been,
as grace began to work within.
It was Jesus Christ who stood so near,
and washed away each doubt and fear.
Value found in perfect grace,
reflected in the Savior’s face.
And now the truth can be made clear:
that worst of souls… was I right here.
You are my God
one Father, one Son, one Holy Spirit.
I lift you up and praise you.
You show me the way.
You speak the truth.
And you give me life.
When I am lost,
You find me and bring me home.
When I am uncertain,
You share your wisdom.
When my days are weary,
You bring me strength.
All my days, you are with me.
You have faith in me, when I have none in myself
You sustain me with hope when I fear all is lost.
Your love overflows within me, when
the depth of spirit runs dry.
I am nothing without you.
And I find no greater joy than sharing my life with you.
I have no greater gratitude for anything
than for the Grace you have given me.
And as I walk this trail that I call my life,
there is nothing I look forward to more
than to spend it with you,
knowing you are always by my side.
Thank you…
by Martin Braun
3.30.26
Heavy heart lifted despite onyx times
Embracing emerald energy soothing mind
Amethyst words so holy recited with care
Rouge resilience uplifting uniting prayer
Turquoise teaching parables so prophetic
Holy Ghost reaching inspiring so magnetic
Yellow joy of tears from denim delivery
Making maroon minds new gifts of divinity
Neon light from Spirit of Jesus Christ
Savior of souls and light in darkest night
Blood of the innocent has painted ground red
Lying there looks as if he is dead
But they drag him up to beat him even more
Crowds are cheering, much worse is in store
He continues to struggle, blood dripping down from his face
People are laughing, shouting to pick up his pace
His talks of God had made people suspicious, angry and wild
But they didn’t know that Jesus is God’s precious child
He was crucified on the wooden cross, nails piercing through his skin
How evil is human nature, how dark is their sin
He died for our sins so that we can live
Is there a bigger sacrifice, what more can you give
Jesus rose from the dead and is alive today
He has saved my life many times and He is protecting me every day
I have seen the miracles He performs with my own eyes
I love you Lord Jesus and I thank you every night and morning when I rise
Blood of the innocent has painted ground red
Lying there looks as if he is dead
But they drag him up to beat him even more
Crowds are cheering, much worse is in store
He continues to struggle, blood dripping down from his face
People are laughing, shouting to pick up his pace
His talks of God had made people suspicious, angry and wild
But they didn’t know that Jesus is God’s precious child
He was crucified on the wooden cross, nails piercing through his skin
How evil is human nature, how dark is their sin
He died for our sins so that we can live
Is there a bigger sacrifice, what more can you give
Jesus rose from the dead and is alive today
He has saved my life many times and He is protecting me every day
I have seen the miracles He performs with my own eyes
I love you Lord Jesus and I thank you every night and morning when I rise
Jesus Christ is the sublime, love and truth.
The faith in Him is an ineffable, unparalleled
bliss.
Greatest gift is Jesus Christ
So I am inspired to give
I don’t have money but have a life
For Him I must choose to live
Fruit of the Spirit within me
All have yet to fully mature
I ask for guidance by praying
That I can keep my heart pure
Jesus Christ is the greatest gift
He made a way for us all to win
Up my hands go in praises lift
His gift paved a way out of sin
Upside down or right side up,
which way do you turn us to fill our cup?
Born in sin, with heads in the sand,
blind to the Son, how can we see Your hand.
Only God can turn our eyes to Him,
the One He gave, causes us to be born again.
He took me and broke me from my chains,
separated from the world, now there is everything to gain.
True joy can never be found in the soil,
eyes always searching, and hearts always in toil.
Empty tanks, because of the many holes,
mending must come from the only One who knows –
What we are missing, what we all need,
Christ our Savior satisfies and sets free.
You pulled my head out from the sand,
turned me upward by Your command –
Now I can see Your glorious Light,
it is You, Lord, that brightens our day and night!
Sheltering pain
There is a way to gain
Faith in Jesus Christ still moves mountains
Faith’s beautiful river is streaming toward your destiny
Faith in Him will deliver the outcome you desire
The fire of belief moves in beauty, therefore
State the Promise
Live the Promise
Call on the Promise
Faith in Jesus Christ still moves mountains
The pain of faith is real
Promises are always
Greater than the pain
In Him, we maintain our sanity!
God will do everything we can’t do!
Remember, we can have faith!
Faith still moves mountains
Sheltering frustration and pain
There is a way to gain
Faith still moves mountains because
Faith’s beautiful river is streaming toward your destiny
Faith in Jesus Christ still moves mountains
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
frosty air
calm whispers everywhere
silent stars shining like diamond bright
spurring man to dream on the birth of Jesus Christ
making children, in wait of gifts, full of delight,
cartols hummed to tell an awesome plight,
candles lit to ignite
Christmas Night.
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