Long Luke Poems
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There He sits with you listening to every word you say
His love forever true for God never changes His Way
And as He looks into your eyes He sees all those pains
Seeing your heart as it cries as there Our Lord remains
He addresses you by Name there in holding your hand
He doesn't see any shame but this you can't understand
He knows each feeling for Jesus too has felt it all before
He offers you healing and so many other things in store
As you begin to break down, putting His Arms around you
He cloaks you in a white gown and makes you brand new
And all of those flaws in you, those memories of the past
All of it He withdrew for it's in His Light that you were cast
With His sun shinning above He begins walking by your side
Knowing His great love, those bad memories have since died
But He still doesn't go but instead staying right by your side
He wants all His Children to grow as in Him we learn to abide
Mark 10:15
Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the
kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein.
Luke 18:17
Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive
the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein
September 30 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 6-7
Key Verse– Luke 7:50 And he said to the woman, Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME PEACE
Thank You for giving me peace of salvation
Along Your eternal life’s provision
Upon Your adoption with perfect justification
Letting me to rejoice in Your regeneration’s perpetual protection!
Thank You for giving me peace of contentment
Along Your heavenly satisfaction’s fulfillment
Upon Your sufficiency with spiritual enjoyment
Letting me abide in Your truth’s wise testament!
Thank You for giving me peace of righteousness
Along Your immaculate sanctification’s cleanliness
Upon Your transformation with correcting forgiveness
Letting me desire Your compassion’s purifying holiness!
Thank You for giving me peace of fellowship
Along Your offered relationship’s friendship
Upon Your love with sacrificial workmanship
Letting me seek Your presence’s comforting leadership!
Thank You for giving me peace of obedience
Along Your biblical commandments’ persistence
Upon Your instructions with active diligence
Letting me delight in Your Word’s directing prominence!
Thank You for giving me peace of servanthood
Along Your effective power’s encouraging mood
Upon Your ministry with fruitful life-changing acts so good
Letting me submit to Your guidance’s controlling might never to be withstood!
Thank You for giving me peace of revival
Along Your enriching discipleship’s joyous festival
Upon Your stewardship with glad partnership-upheaval
Letting me prioritize Your kingdom’s progress while waiting for Your arrival.
September 30, 2022
Christmas days with loved ones, surely blissful
Carol hymns reign, awesomely delightful
Merry tunes of “O Come, All Ye faithful”
With “Joy to the World,” very beautiful.
Resonating loud is orchestra’s praise
“Our dear Saviour’s birth” of glad tidings’ grace
Bringing peace midst God’s compassion embrace
“Upon the midnight clear,” bright with hope’s rays.
Choir belts out “Hark, the herald angels sing”
Exultant, “The first Noel” expressing
While jubilant to share gracious blessing
“Glory to God* in the highest” stressing.
Can I forget Christmas 2018?
There in ICU**, on God I did lean
Grateful, "Fall on your knees," I sang ... serene
Dad wondrously smiled; oh, lovely; yet remarkable scene.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
**Dad was in the Intensive Care Unit from December 22, 2018 until he went home to heaven to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
December 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 8..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/24/2019.
Even in the shadows need for a Hero
Out of the Passions of the darkest night
No one explained that he was a zero
One of the populists frame trapped and convicted imprisoned
For crimes he did not commit
While his wife tragically murdered for crimes she did commit
Cage as a wild animal empowered to be of power strong
Massive body Herculean statue experimented on in prison
Was meant to be a division creating something to be controled by evil so corrupt What is meant for the people to represent
The Intercity needs the hero for the use of destruction
To believe in he was enslaved imprisoned to come out caged
Luke Cage hero For Hire Power Man Avenger Defender
Of the ghetto classes his mission
The fight of Injustice for the poor and miss guided
Impoverished bulletproof man superhero and
Defender of the power list came from the ghetto
The name of this fellow hero for hire Luke Cage
He's a big brother for all others
When you feel the rage call on ....Luke Cage
Luke was one of the good ones,
he wore his heart upon his sleeve,
he was kind, selfless and giving,
all behaviours he rarely received.
time passing changed his vision,
and flipside his personality,
let down and with misgivings,
anger fuelled hostility.
all his decency went missing,
all his grief was setting free.
those liking forced to hate him,
offers to help all ceased to be.
He was selfless, kind and giving,
suicide his destiny.
For the ending, I forgive him,
the old days stay in my memory.
RIP Luke,
God saw your pain and said "Come to me",
you're finally now free.
"And the Child grew and became strong in spirit, filled
with wisdom; and the grace of God was upon Him."
Luke 2:40, The Bible
Jesus could have been born into riches,
for he was a King- but he was born poor;
and his words would build forgiveness bridges,
with serenity to ever endure !
As a child he played and fell down crying,
like any child he would bleed from his cut;
and his mother would run- his name calling,
with kisses- and a treat of sweet chestnut !
I wonder how did Jesus know his goal ?
What made him go to the temples to speak ?
His mission to save humanities soul;
just his touch healed the blind, dying and weak !
The Man from Darwen
Came there a man from Darwen,
In the heart of the Lancashire Hills,
A Town of industrial landscape,
Coal Mines and large Cotton Mills.
These times of hardship and struggle,
Left its scars upon the folk,
Working class agents of Victoria,
Amidst black chimney stack smoke.
Luke dear Luke, please tell me,
Of your life and how you’ve been.
Speak to me beyond the Gravestone,
Narrator paint the scene.
Born and raised impoverished,
Education for you not required.
Straight down the Pit at fourteen,
There till your lungs expired.
If it wasn’t the work that got you,
Beware of Smallpox epidemic,
Thirty-two years was no life at all,
Short lives, Victorian age systemic.
Luke dear Luke, please tell me,
Of your life and how you’ve been.
Speak to me beyond the Gravestone,
Narrator paint the scene.
Processional Cobbled Street terrace,
Mill Lords housing their forces.
Fourteen people in a two-bed house,
Sparse luxury, but Workhouse far worse.
Lancashire was built on Cotton
and its Heritage stands the test of time.
My ancestors were gritty and grafter,
Working through hardship and grime.
Luke dear Luke, please tell me,
Of your life and how you’ve been.
Speak to me beyond the Gravestone,
Narrator paint the scene.
Unexpected Coming
By Mark D. Stucky
“Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.” (Luke 12:40)
Nobody expected Jesus
to walk into Starbucks.
What would Jesus order? we wondered.
Why is the Son of Man in Starbucks?
Did Christ come for converts
or just for steaming caffeine?
Did he come to judge
the coffee and the danish?
Would his credit card earn heavenly rewards
that he would redeem for sinners’ souls?
Could I get a cool selfie with the Messiah
and maybe make a viral video for TikTok?
Is the Rapture happening now
without sending notifications?
I wish our orders
had all been ready…
Is it now too late
to get a latte?
(First published in Solid Food Press, 5 November 2023. See also my humorous poems “Missing: God Incarnate,” “Salvation in an App Store,” and “God’s on Mute.”)
(Image by Engin Akyurt on Pixabay.com.)
November 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 21-22
Key Verse – Luke 21:4 For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR COMMENDING
OUR BEST OFFERINGS TO HIM
Praise be to God for commending our best offerings to Him:
Diligently by our dedication by His design
Daily through our deeds according to His desires
Devotedly along our determination for His delight
Decisively midst our discretion through His direction
Definitely in our dependence to His discipleship demands
Luke 21:36 Praise be to the Lord for exhorting us
to watch and pray always:
Expressing our trust in His Word
Expecting for His truth by His wisdom
Executing His testimonies inside His will
Entreating for His touch with His wonders
Entering into His triumph against worldliness
Exposing our treasures, time, and talents for His worth
Enduring midst turmoil in witnessing; empowered to win
Endeavouring to toil in His work; encouraged to tread upon His walk
Exemplifying tenacity by His waking; endued against trials in His warmth
Exalting Him thankfully in worship; enlightened midst trials by His watching
Luke 22:32 Praise be to the Saviour
for praying for us as He:
Frees us from frustrations’ failures
Fixes us to focus toward His fitness-fort
Fulfills for us along His faithfulness’ flame
Fortifies our faith by His fuel’s furnished fire
Frames us up firmly against fainting and falls
Feeds us fully within His fellowship’s fruitfulness
Fences us around His freedom's fervency against fright. Amen!
November 1, 2024
I lost a friend some months ago
'rest in peace', we all said,
a heartfelt wish that we all use
in honouring the dead.
I hope the wish we give comes true
as from this life they leave,
but flipping through the Bible, though
it's not as I perceive.
Saint Luke mentions heavenly hosts,
Angels, and Cherubims
who sing, constantly praising God
with their eternal hymns.
They must take turns and work in shifts,
this multitude in heaven,
all voices raised in Divine praise
an endless 24/7.
Not my idea of peace and quiet,
I wouldn't get much slumber,
that peace I wish, I don't buy it,
that din from such a number.
Perhaps in Hell it's quieter,
although there is less room,
as bathed in those Satanic flames
the damned all face their doom.
The groaning there may not be from
torture Satan employs,
but demons knocking on heaven's door
to complain about the noise.