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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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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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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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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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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

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Rumor Has It

Rumor has it that this world is going to implode,
People are going to get everything that they are owed.
This world is so full of hate,
Some people say that it doesn’t matter at this rate.
Everything that used to be bright and sunny,
has been turned ugly by the love of money.
People, where is the love?
There is no need to shove.
No natural affection,
Only hatred that has spread like an infection.
Everything has been divided into black and white,
Contention mounted to bring about a fight.
People have been misguided,
This world is so lopsided.
How can this be fixed, what it will it take?
We need a Savior, and that my friend is not a mistake.
And out of this bleakness,
We can have Jesus.
In this world of darkness, He is light.
To the enemy of this world, He is kryptonite.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach
3/5/2022

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Into the World of Silence

Slipping, slipping back into the world of silence, 

Once thought to have resilience. 

You have discovered a broken heart, 

In a world that came apart. 

With words that cut deep, 

You found that you were just cheap. 

Your soul cries out in pain, 

Only to be cast out in the rain. 

Is there no friend?  

Anyone you can depend? 

©Deborah Seale

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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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Prisons

I know you are locked away behind real bars,
I never really know your scars.
I have never really been there,
But I know you live everyday on a prayer.
I just know my personal prison,
The life that some say is a life of indecision.
But really is a life of pure hell,
So here is my story to tell.
Thoughts of murder and suicide is a daily thing,
Hallucinations and paranoia that is not improving.
Not a soul to trust,
I live everyday in total disgust.
I need deliverance is what some people say,
If they would only live my life for a day.
I live behind locked doors,
I have my own wars.
I feel up and down,
And I always wear a frown.
Some days I just lie in bed ,
And mainly wish I were dead.
The nightmares are frightening,
I wake up screaming.
They seem so real,
I just want my nights to be still.
The sickness,
I feel the thickness.
They give you meds to deal with the pain,
But with those you only feel the drain.
When will our sentence end,
I know we can't go on and pretend,
Life is fine
I just wish I could sit down and enjoy a life like a fine wine.
But it is not meant to be,
For me,
My prison is in my own mind,
My life is so unkind.
A life where on the windows there are bars,
My life I am living with the scars.
I look at images of you and I see the sadness,
I want to reach out to you but not sure if I can because of the madness.
All the scars that you bare,
I want you to know that deep down I really do care.

Deborah Seale Miller

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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.