Category: Poetry
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You, Dear Lord
You, dear Lord, You are all I need. You fill every cavernously empty spotwith an elixirbeyond description. No food,no drink,no drug,no manhas ever – or will ever – produce such joy!You, dear Lord,You are all I’ll ever need.
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He Is There*
It is as if I’ve been awakened from a dream – gasping breaths relax down to a calming rhythm and long, barely lit hallways are now nature’s paths deeply held by bold and soft colors and blended with the soothing songs of doves. Because now I see He Is There Everywhere – shining His light…
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What Happened On The Cross*
A thought crossed my mind as I rolled my eyes silently: “Will she ever realize no one wants to hear her self-righteous opinions?” And in that moment, a vision flashed of Jesus climbing up on the cross just for her as if she were the only person in all the world! Such a blind fool…
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All Good Things
Clean waterBird songsThe first sip of coffee in the morningFresh fruitLoving hugsThe silence of snow falling Renewed faithHands to holdThe promise of fulfilled longingThere is not enough paperin all the worldto capture all this glory!
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Perfection
O Lord, how long must I wait?*These times when prayer is distracted and empty leave me longing and alone. And yet, I know I am not alone – that even when I cannot sense Your presence, You are there. O Lord, how long must I wait to be perfected in Your sight?I’m certain the answer…
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Nothing Goes With Me
There is nothing here – no personno thingno place – no momentous occasion or troubling defeat – that goes with meto seek Your face;for if any of it didYour face I would not seeas the nothing built into wallswould hide Your face from me.
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Me and My Apple
On my ownthe apple always wins.Sweet and sour.Crunchy and fresh.Juices that drench my tongueand hold me prisonerto the comfort of a full belly.Until I finally see – there is no such thing as fullwhen it is only my apple andme.
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Undeserving Hope*
Grateful and horrifiedI kneel naked before YouAware and afraidFull of faith and doubtLost and SavedFace down in the muck of my soul I still feel Your PresenceSoI look up and see Your tattered sandals and dirty feet – Hope shatters my undeserving heart. *With gratitude for the writings of Brother Lawrence and Joni Eareckson Tada
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At Least He Was Rich, Right?
There was a man once who wanted desperately to follow and learn. He loved what he saw in those of the fold, he loved what he heard from others who told of the One who had come to change the world. So, he traveled far – he had the means – until at last he…
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Interrupted
Interrupted – don’t ya hate it when it happens? You have something important to impart andsuddenly your flow is interrupted by a third partyor a random thought from the other or your own distracted brain – and then it is gone that important thing that had to be said. Sometimes it seems to me my…