A Potter’s Clay
Once soft & compliant
Lying now
Resistant, hard
On a cold, sterile ground
in broken shards
pieces of shattered
clay, damaged jars
Then comes those Potter’s Hands
Warm & ready
Full of good plans
They reach out to lift
And return to brokenness
The challenging gift
Of to serve a purpose
Adding water to soften
A dried-out skin
Once more He slowly
begins to win
A softened compliance
Using His own Strength & Will
Slowly is He able to fill
Restore to a fresh new life
Each worn out, damaged pot
From the roughened, sharp edges
He may receive bruises, a few cuts
Lose some drops of blood
But in the midst of His pain
Will come forth a deeper flood
Of love, mercy, compassion
For the brokenness He repairs
So now with newly scarred hands
He removes a crusty dirt’s thick layers
Revealing at last a clean new creation
Returning to it an original beauty
& of its dark uselessness, an ablation!
A Big DealTo an orphan such
As I
One of the biggest deals
I can spy
IsFor someone to desire
Cannot lift them higher
Than to want to be
My parent
And that is exactlyWhat God, the Holy Lord
Creator
Wants to be
For each & everyone
You are able to see
Wants to be your Father
Daddy, PapaWants every soul to gather
Under His wings forever
For all of eternityNo small trickle
Wave after wave rushing
Toward you pushing
Torrential flood
Of perfection’s love
So step into the flow
Take the time to
Get to know
The One & Only God
Who loves you the most
It’s the biggest, best deal
This world will ever see!
Today We Want
I want, you want
We all want
Those words ring
Truer than any other
Taunt
We all need
& we all have wants
Even as Christians
We all want
To:
Get to heaven
Live in God’s presence
Forever
For anyone there will be
Nothing better
For although God’s
Forgiveness, Grace
Is given so freely
Still, it is not given
Cheaply
The cost was Christ’s
Blood & life
Given in extreme pain & strife
Grace is, was not then
Nor is now cheap
It may cost you everything
Maybe even your very life
But
Is it not worth that
To live in His forever light?
So do not let us,
Christians of today,
Let mans’ world over us
Hold its complete sway
And tell us we may live
However we wish
And still receive that
Most precious of gifts
Because God does expect
That most costly of words,
OBEDIENCE!
A New Box
We substitute
Tendency to loot
From Box to
Box
Compartmentalizing
Our way
Thru each & every
Day
A Box for home
A Box for work
A Box for fun
Then
the tiniest, tiniest box
Finally for our spirit
& God
So in they go
Into the larger Boxes
What we believe to be
Major spaces of our lives
But the most important parts
We then minimalize
Why do we put God
In a box so tiny
After all He is large
Runs a universe
So very shiny
With suns & moons
Black holes
Created endless numbers
Of souls
Let Him have all
Your Boxes
So give it a
Shot
Take God out
Of that smallest
Box
Pour the contents
Of all your Boxes
Into God’s large one
In that way
They might all
Become the same
He & His Son
Will be sure to run
Each Box’s contents
With only
The very best of intents
And extreme care
For He only wants to share
Himself,
that Ultimate Paradise
With you!
Crisis
Spiritual or physical
The word still means
The same
In a dictionary it is
Given a name
Of
Critical turning point
Catastrophe
Impending disaster
Possible undesirable outcome
Is it just me
Or
Does it seem to be
Across the world
Getting worse?
I know in this country
I live in
There seems to be a rising of
What used to be called
Sin
Self-centeredness
Increasing
Respect for the home,
Families,
Decreasing
Unending lust for
Money, possessions
Some used for good
But also without discretion
To build up or
To utterly destroy
Forgetting to remember
Evil can also be foundInside of toys
So do not let your
Days be wasted
Remember words of old
In God’s timeless Book
Are told
And perhaps
These Crises we’ve created
Maybe, just may be,
But only with God’s help, abated
The Pearl
I run in the
Darkness
Crying, panting
In terror
Until
In the distance
I see the Pearl
Small at first,
Yet shining brightly
I run harder
To escape the darkness
So frightening
Toward the Pearl
And so, my body I hurl
Faster, faster
Must reach the light
enveloping
that large shining orb
a sense of safety
developing
around that Pearl
I run faster, harder
Until I reach its
Resting place
Fall to my knees
And in its white, translucent
Skin I begin to see
A reflection of my own face
Until there seems to
Appear a second trace
Of another face
Someone else beside me
A hand falls upon my shoulder
I tremble
But then become bolder
I turn around to look
The one beside me smiles,
Speaks,
I am the one long ago you forsook
But now with your return
As is written in my Book
All is forgiven
My Blood bought you back
And you have returned
To Me, Your Savior
And Your Pearl!
Matthew 13: 45-46: Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. When he found one of Great Value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.
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