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James Turner Poem
Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing Reconciliation
Copyright © James Turner | Year Posted 2012
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James Turner Poem
From my view, outside looking in
He sees a mother who without the help of a man cares for her daughter in the still darkness of night
She wakes her daughter with smiles, games, and all the love she desires
He sees the love and gentleness that she expresses toward her daughter even in the shadows of tribulation this world has put on her.
She selflessly lives without her previous desires
He sees her work all day and through the night doing what God intended for two. Cooking, cleaning, teaching, inside, outside, up and down
She is relentless seeking the best for the reason, her daughter
She thinks that no one knows, cares, or understands. She thinks God placed the entire world on her shoulders
Because she is strong enough, but she’s wrong
He sees a child who never wants to leave her mother’s side, she is safe there, she knows her mother’s desires, her view isn’t obscured, unlike her mother’s view
Her mother has been mistreated by man, who was supposed to be the image of God
He sees a child who needs her mother; she needs her mother to trust God, not man. She needs her mother to completely understand the unfailing LOVE of Christ
He sees a daughter who will be, by no mistake, exactly like her mother
He stops
He sees a man in the mirror that He would never be
He really wants to bare the burdens of three
He has been in the shadows of tribulation, he’s been that child in the stillness of that same night, he never thought anyone knew, cared or understood at all
He sees that man in the mirror was wrong
He has read about a love that never fails or dims. He now feels that love from within. He finally stop believing the lies he was told.
He hopes I get the chance to teach what I have been told.
Copyright © James Turner | Year Posted 2012
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James Turner Poem
THE LOCKED DOOR
I sit alone in the black room
No windows, no sunshine , only gloom.
I sit here and I feel the pain
Sadness falls on me like rain.
Thoughts in my mind run like a river
There is no hope it makes me shiver.
The door was open not long ago
What made it close , I do not know.
Time and days mean nothing here
No clock, no calendar, only fear.
I have been in this room many times before
And I know there is a key to open the door.
I have to search , look and findw
The key is somewhere in my mind.
I search and look for days on end
God help me find that key again.
I can't go on like this any more
I must find a way to open the door.
I fall to my knees and pray for light
Lord help me make it through to night.
And the Lord hears my plea
He says," My Child I am the key."
He said walk with me forever more
And there will never be another locked door..
The door is open I am alive
I know with God I can survive.
Never again will I be bound
God is the key I have found.
If you find yourself locked in doubt
Get on your knees it's the only way out.
Just ask "God to be your key.
I speak the truth please listen to me.
Copyright © James Turner | Year Posted 2010
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