Nothings to Something

Nothings to Something

People say I am a survivor
Really something
But I say no
To you I would like to show 
The Only Something

I am almost nothing
Held together
My skin & bones
As on this planet I roam
Only by the Someone

By whose hand I was
Created
By whom all our sin & death was
Abated

This living, breathing God
Is the Great Someone
At whose pleasure I exist
In whose hands joy never desists
& from whom will I never run

We live at His Pleasure
We serve at His Pleasure
At the end all heartbeats
For His Pleasure
All at once &
At last will be gathered!!

The Presence

The Presence 

A Presence overhead
Envelops, wraps
Covering you everywhere
No matter whether blue skies
Or how grey the air
Or with whom
The day you may share

No matter 
Where you go, 
Home, office, a school
While using a computer
Or some other tool
The Presence is always 
There
Trying to make sure 
You know God cares

In a small house or large
Dirty & small or expensive car
Very loved or destitute & lonely
If the world contained just you
He would have died for you only!

So stop at your desk, look up
Of time it will not take much
Acknowledge, connect
Take the time to select
To spend time with Him
Enjoy, even revel in
The pleasure, joy you will win
Within His Glorious Presence!

What is an Imagination For?

What’s an Imagination For?

Black trees with golden leaves
How can I see such as these?

But yet, 
There it is
& to me You do bequeath
The impossible to see

My imagination rises
Without mere eyes
Things to be seen
At each twist & turn
It surprises

Me more and more
As my spirit soars
Above this earth
Takes wings to adore
Your Holy Face

Dearest Lord,
Is that not what an imagination
Is mostly for?

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Gratitude – A Thanks Giving

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Gratitude – A Thanks Giving

Taking our punishment on Himself
Until of all physical life was He bereft
Of all our failures, darkest sins
Were we completely cleansed
Until none of it was left

In return for this should we not
At least a few moments a day
Let go,
Our own careless ways to stop
And say one Thank You!