Category: Poetry
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On Saturday
Logic speaks – It is finished.Over.Done.The End.Fear asks – What now? Run.Hide.Deny.Faith responds – Relieve me of my doubt.Wait.Hope.Love.
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Could You Feel The Love?
I wonder – Did you see us laughingtogether? Did you hear us sharing remembered momentstearslessonscheers? Were you there for all the hugs? Could you feel with usthe loveandgratitudefor your lifeyour laughteryour strife? Do you know now deep down within your soul every tear you ever shedgave life to yourblessed flower bed? Rest now, dear mother,breathe…
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Guardian Angels*
There were few in the early days, for I knew not how to be a friend.So instead You sent teachers and coaches and kin with just a word here and there or a smile from the stands a hug after the big game and that one who held my hand – until I learned while…
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The Endlessness I Choose
O my God, this land is dry and barren. All around me is bleak, colorless, and listless. When I do find water, and drink of it, my thirst increases. When I lay my head to rest, weariness surrounds me with wretched foreboding. I look to You for comfort, and receive silence. I pray for relief,and…
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Then Is When
When I feel nothingor whenwhat I feel is a vast emptinessendlesslyechoing sorrow – then is when I fall to my knees in gratitudefor Your mercies! then is whenI praise in wonderthe Light of Your Love! For then is when my eyes open to see this: without Your mercies, without the Light of Your Love, I…
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I Am Peter
My feet – saturated with heavy sea waters My heart – pounding aloud fearful anxiety My eyes – distracted from the Savior come for me Oh, my burdens, they drench my soul Oh, my angst stretches over me Oh, my sight Your Light cannot see This is where I am on my own – alone…
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Lift Up My Eyes, Lord
The tops of my shoes, a blade of grass, fallen leave’s on autumn’s path – these things I know too well. Lift up my eyes, Lord, so I may see Your Love in the Smile of a child, in the Flight of a bird, in the Gaze of the other. I’m tired of looking down.
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Bewildered
How is it that she is so blind to what is right in front of her? How many times must he hear the truth spoken by those who know? When will the rebellion stop? When will the incessant need to be heard, to be revered, to be right, be dropped? Dear God – we are…
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A New Truth
A new truth has broken through an old truth and captured my attention… God will never give me more than He can handle. …again reminding me in Him alone my trust must be.
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Expectancy
With an expectancy I have never before experienced, I step out into this day, fully confident in the workings of my heart my mind and my soul through the Spirit of Jesus Christ, Who lives and breathes in me and through me. There is no unworthiness. There is no doubt. His light illumines my path.…