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The Forgotten

Who are the forgotten? 

Those hidden in the shadows of others.

The poor,

The broken, 

The widows,
 
The orphans,

Those not wanted by others,

Those that are cast aside,

Those overlooked,

Some people see the forgotten but rather not.

Some see the forgotten and just say, “they are just too lazy”.

Some see the forgotten and feel like they are not worth the effort.

Who are the forgotten?

The child standing in the corners of left behind.

The mom that has been pushed down in the muck.

The dad, just trying to fight his way out.

The girl that was beaten and abused.

The boy that was ripped apart with mean words.

The soldier fighting a war that wasn’t theirs.

The addict that was looking for an escape.

Who are the forgotten? 

They are hidden in plain sight,

Right there in front of your face,

Even within arm’s reach, 

Hidden in your shadow.

© Deborah Seale

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Face to Face with Time

I came face to face with time
It was all sublime.
Nothing was as it seemed
For I thought “surely it must have been dreamed.”
I was shown the past, present, and future.
Then I heard the words, “are you ready for an adventure?”
As I stood there looking into the face of time
I heard bells begin to chime.
He spoke, “What do you see?”
I see destiny.
As I came face to face
I could see His grace.
There is so much more than meets the eye.
Yes, to sanctify. 
But there is so much more,
Not only to restore.
To be set free from sin and death,
But to breathe His breath.
To walk in the elegance of His Bride
And from His Kingdom to preside.
As I stood with time face to face,
I was shown the human race.
From the first to the last,
Seasons went by fast.
What began as perfect and undefiled,
Turned dark as they were beguiled.
Down through the ages,
I heard the voice of sages.
Curtains rose,
And curtains had come to a close.
From the great flood,
To the shedding of His Blood,
There is a sound going out across the land,
That our Father God had planned.
Kings rise and fall
But only one will forever rule them all.
There will be a great division,
Everyone will have to make a decision.
Choose this day whom you will serve,
No one can merely stand and observe.
We are called to fight
And not by sight.
Put on your armor
And don’t listen to the voice of the charmer.
Keep watch and do not slumber,
Be ready to be counted in the number.
In the twinkling of an eye,
We will be caught up into the sky.
We have a supper to attend,
So with the things of God do not pretend.
For those left behind
There will be no place to hide.
As I stood face to face with time,
I saw justice being served for every crime.
Then I turned to look
At all those that had their names written in the Book.
All the tears had been dried, 
And we will be with Jesus forever by our side.

© Deborah Seale 2024

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Phoenix Rising

Today, I felt as if I stepped off a cliff.
Am I just a waif?
For so long I have been in bondage.
And I have seen the carnage.
the pain and agony,
and people looking down at me from the balcony.
Today in my silence
I felt a surge of defiance.
Just as the phoenix rising
I will no more be compromising
Shackles and chains are broken
No more soft-spoken
Let the weak become strong
For I do belong
I am one of the chosen
I am like Lozen.

© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 5/17/2022

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Despair

In my despair,
With all my burdens I could not bear.
A Savior did appear,
I heard Him whisper in my ear.
You are My child,
No longer will you be reviled.
With tears streaming down my face,
No longer will I be a disgrace.
With just a word,
I heard.
With just a touch I became,
More than a name, 
I became a flame.
With a message of love,
Given from above. 
God sent His son,
To give us victory that will not be undone.
And on that cross,
Which was meant for loss.
There was redemption,
From all our transgression.
With His Blood that was shed,
Out of captivity He led.
We are called to reign, 
And forever with Him we will remain.

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For the love of salt and sea

For the love of Salt and Sea
A man,
Standing tall and feelin free.
With his old raggedy clothes,
Pipe
And his sunburnt nose.
On the bow of Ole Navy,
Just watching,
And waiting for the Jubilee. 
With a voice that is raspy, 
Calling out 
For his old dog Scrappy.
The sun will soon be risen,
nets to be lowered,
boats could be seen on the horizon. 
For the love of salt and sea, 
A man, 
Whose home was never in Tennessee. 
Bent to touch waters of blue,
A smile,
A rendezvous.
A knowing,
His days were coming to a close,
Peering deep, forgoing. 
For the love of salt and sea
A longing
Now a spirit set free.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach

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Sands of time

Life starts out with a slate so clean,
As the sands of time begin with a trickle
It begins with a word and then a wound unseen
More words, then everything turns physical.

As the sands of time begin to flow
A heart begins to bleed
Hanging on to a hope for a better tomorrow
Trying to come to grips, it’s not guaranteed.

As the sands of time begin to pour
The cuts are much too deep
Slicing all the way to the core
Made to feel less than and cheap.

As the sands of time begin to drip
No matter how hard you try to hide
Something inside begins to flip
A part of you has died.

As the sands of time begin to pour 
You begin living in reverse
You sit up straight, take a deep breath, and open the door
You take a step, all the things that held you tight begin to disperse. 

As the sands of time begin to flow
God had reached down, you began to be healed.
You came to realize that you did grow
Like an onion, layer by layer, you were peeled.

As the sands of time begin to trickle
You are free to be yourself
You have overcome every obstacle
And there, as an open book lay on the shelf,

Pages are clean 
A story unwritten
It’s up to you to write the next scene, 
Or leave it just sittin.

© Deborah Seale 2024

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My Son

I could feel the uneasiness in the air, 

With every word the people would swear. 

With every shout my heart shred, 

But His love just spread. 

With tears pouring down my face, 

From His heart poured grace. 

All the hurt I felt, 

Yet, He endured all the sins and stripes He was dealt. 

With His Blood that was shed, 

He gave life to the dead. 

While upon that old cross He hung, 

On the ground I was flung. 

As I screamed out in my own agony, 

He was held in infamy. 

As He cried out, “It is finished”, 

The leaders thought the chaos would be diminished.  

As the sky turned dark and the earth did quake, 

I felt my God did me forsake.  

While buried in the earth, 

Little did I know, what was about to birth. 

The gates of hell He opened wide, 

A new way He did provide. 

Three days later He arose, 

And threw to Satan, death blows. 

At the first rays of light, 

I ran to the sight. 

Expecting my Son to find, 

Instead, only His burial garments He left behind.  

An angel of God stood there,  

And said, "He has risen, go share.” 

As fast as my feet could fly, 

I just had to go testify.  

My Son is alive, 

And redemption He did provide. 

 

©Deborah Seale Schnadelbach

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Early Morning

Early morning coffee,
Sunrise on shores of a sea.
Shades of green and blue,
Crabs playing a game of peek-a -boo.
Deep breaths of relaxation,
A sense of awe for all God’s creation. 
His voice I do hear,
His presence is so very near.
As I sit with my eyes looking at the steam,
I hear Him say, “My children, I am coming to redeem”.
He has a great love for even the least,
So much so, He has called us to a great feast.
My heart screams out, “prepare, prepare”,
Please don’t be like those left in despair.
Early morning coffee,
Sunrise on shores of a sea.

©Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2023

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The Tethered Flight

You lift me gently out of my cage 
Into the palm of your hand 
You smooth my feathers with such tenderness. 
Up into the air, You raise your arms 
In a swift motion, you release me to fly 
I believed I was free  
If only for a brief time. 
Up into the sky 
Until  
My foot is tethered to what is behind 
I am being pulled  
Back to earth  
I descend  
Lower and lower  
Back into my cage.

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Wounds

Words I cannot say, 

I feel as if I am buried up to my neck in clay. 

A door that I cannot see, 

Despite having the key. 

The devastation is much too real, 

I see your hand in things that you are about to reveal. 

People are in so much pain, 

But it’s only by Your hand that You sustain. 

Tears have stained my face, 

In my unworthiness You have extended Your grace. 

Wounds, people say that only time can heal, 

But no, Jesus did on that Golgotha Hill. 

© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach