by Hazel Straub If you don’t quit, you win. Some give up and refuse to continue, due to the false belief that it is too hard. Also they fail to press into God and rely on his strength. When you fall, get back up and keep going. Persist, listen to and believe God’s promises. Do […]
Couldn’t resist a poem for the first day of the month of December, Christ’s birth month. Praise God!!
Wondrous Night
Wondrous night
Holy Night
Twinkle of a star
Led men to the
Wonder of a king’s
Bed and might
Sleeping in a barn
A stall
Filled with animal
Wetness and breath
Holiness to save us all
That star still shining
Calls us home
Dulled now by lights
Man-made and hung
Without thought for the one
who saves us from being alone
In the darkness
Raise your head
Look upward to a star
Which still points
To the One who left
A Throne to lie in that bed
Of straw and poverty
Of pain and a torturous death
He loved until his heart
Broke, stopped
Returning home but not until
He gave His final breath
For us, you and I
Do not forget
Look up still to see
A King enthroned
In glory, above that star
Whose life and death
paid your final dark debt
Haiku for a Fiery Friday
Holy Fire fall down
Revive your world once again
Burn with your glory!
I know this is an unusual subject for a Thanksgiving morning(maybe the cold has got my brain stuck in spring?), but here is a poem for your holiday. Praise God and have a blessed morning.
Flowers
Flowers flitter, float and twist
Spinning at water’s edge
Suspended in fluid life
Until a force, unidentifiable
pushes, they’re caught in
torrents of an energy
Out of control, blindly
Ripping at everything
Multi-hued and rushing
Entrapped in wildly straining
At times, mad
Ceaselessly, rushing waters
Of life, labor, loss, pain
Flowers follow, bobbing
Tossed and thrown
Waters almost overwhelming
Losing a few small strays
Of petals, delicate against
The flow, deluge swirling
Forcing them to dance
At last, the journey’s end
Uncertain, perhaps unsafe
The water tumbles, falls over
An abyss of rock’s sharp edge
The flowers cling, clutch
Tenacious to hold the liquid
Surface, then in faith
They release and reach
For a hitherto unknown
Place, in air,
It lifts, they let go
And rise to fly back home
Here is a Haiku for this Tuesday morning and a picture of the sun greeting my part of the world.
Knees bent in worship
Hearts bowing before a throne
Get more than they give!!!
Wouldn’t you like to see Utopia? Wouldn’t we all like to see a world without pain, suffering, disagreements, wars, orphans living on the streets with nothing? We have been promised, assured we will live in such a Utopia if we believe in, try to emulate the historically documented Jesus of Nazareth.
It will begin with a revived American church. Our country leads the world in almost everything and so do our churches or they should at least try. Wouldn’t you like to see a church less divided among itself, one with more influence over the world and its culture rather than the other way around with the culture having more influence over God’s living, holy church??
I would love to see revival in the American churches. I pray for revival with more of the power of the Holy Spirit alive and well in our spiritual family. I pray for a lower divorce rate in our churches, a church less caught up in lusting after money and material possessions and one that lusts after Christ more instead. I pray for a church that is less caught up in fitting in with the world and more concerned with standing up and being different from the world’s standards. I pray for a church like the first century one that is willing to go and sell something, lay the money at the feet of our church leaders in order to help the poor and more needy in God’s family. I pray for a church whose true glory is the glory of the living Christ!
May God bless your day. Praise God!!!
SoulSails 