Supernatural
The Supernatural
It should be called
The natural
Everything else is the
Below natural
It is real
Exists side by side
With the physical
It consists of the
Spiritual
Things, beings, unseen
With physical eyes
Living side by side
With all of us in
Our temporary shells
A Holy God, Father
His Son
A Holy Spirit
Invisible to our eyes
But not unfelt
Within the walls
Those quivering halls
Of the human heart
Angels, demons, satan
Are real
Do not let your physicality
Be able to steal
Your spiritual abilities
From you
Follow the light
Do not let satan
That roaring lion
Devour you
With his violent anger,
Cruelty he will try to
Shower your life
So do not drown
In just the physical
Reach out for God
Let Him astound
With His Beauty, Love
Glory and Power
In this hour of human
Fragility we exist in
Before we depart
This dirt
Raise your head, exert
Lift your spirit upward
Live in your true destiny
Heaven’s Supernatural Gates!
Never Perfection
I hem, I haw
I fuss, I stew
What is the matter
With me?
I pray upon my knees
Trying to follow
All those righteous rules
But somehow cannot
Stick to what I have been
Taught in a Sunday’s School
Oh, woe is me
What can I do
Surely I will be lost
If all those cues
In that holy book
I cannot keep
So I seek
harder, harder
To be perfect
Then a teacher says
Relax
He knows your name
And for everyone
It is the same
Christ knows
On this side of the grave
You will never reach
Perfection
But can only head in His general
Direction
And He does the rest
On that cross He
Passed His final test
Fought & bought
At a terrible cost
Our victory
Over imperfection
So you could be found
& no longer lost
Within a satan’s hell!
Beauty Without End
My soul shudders
Of your Beauty, Lord
It cannot comprehend
Of your Glory, Light
Power & Love
There is no end!!
Of your mercy,
Incomprehensible Forgiveness
Of all the dark mess
I have created at times
I do not like to think of those,
Or even bring them to mind
Reign in me, Lord
May I destroy the me within
So your unending Glory
Beauty may live, win
Its eternal way, sway
Over each of
And all my days!!
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers on this day. May we all love our children the way Christ loved His church and gave His Life for all of His creation!!! Praise God!
Lost
Standing at insanity
On the edge of a cliff
Lost,
What is the cost,
Purpose of this life?
Look down upon this world
Full of pain, chaos, strife
Surely, never were our lives
Meant to taste like this
Our home,
Giant, round, glistening
Beautiful
In deepest, blackness of
Empty space
Listen to the winds of
This universe
As they pass us by
Singing out a name
Let there be no waste
Of its melody
Listen, then give it
A voice, shout
If you have to
This Power
This Being
The stars, winds sing of
Holds out two hands
In one, life
In the other, death
There is no dearth
Of ones that choose
To live in darkness
Upon the face
Of this earth
So, listen, be obedient
Means to pay attention to
Stand out from the crowd
Don’t be afraid to say
His name
If need be, say it out loud
He is coming back
This living, breathing Christ
Gives us a choice
So, listen, do not fear
He is always, always close, near
And to Him
You are the most dear
Of all His wonderful creation!
Original Purpose
What seems almost
Like an eternity ago
Before that moon
Cast its silver glow
Powerful, in joy
Words were spoken
Out of dark nothingness
A world was begotten
An all-powerful Creator
Because He loved
The idea of us so much
Reached down and
With a single touch
Started His own universe
With care and a little time
Embarked upon a thought-out plan
Someones in His image made
To share all of their nights & days
In His Joy & Presence
That original purpose, that plan
Was for all of His creation
Sky, earth, animals and man
To share in His Glory
That fantastic, stupendous Beauty
That loves everyone the same
Even enemies get to watch
His magnificent displays
Of love, mercy, justice, kindness
& that miraculous forgiveness
& us?
Well, we were meant to be
For all of His creation to see
Image bearers of the same
His power, light, glory &
Holy, beautiful, name
But we failed,
Rebelled as the ancient tale
Written in a Holy Book is told
To someone else our souls were sold
And evil entered our lives
Separated, lost
Until we were given
A second chance
But it came at the highest cost
GOD HIMSELF DIED FOR US!
To return us to that
Original purpose
Shed his blood to return
To us His Glory
So please pick up the Book
And read the most beautiful
Of all earth’s written stories!
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