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Spring’s Trumpets
Orange & yellow
Your colored voices ring
So clearly
Displayed for all to see
Piercing thru to my heart’s senses
Oh the purity in your joy-filled glee!
Trumpets splashed, splayed
Spreading further outward
Declaring that beauty again of
One more of our God’s filled days
I stand absorbing your attractions
So welcome from this world’s distractions
Down leafy vines toward the earth
You throw yourself, never hesitant
Oh, to sleep as you in a bed
So deep & green & pleasant
So, I rejoice as on my way
I am allowed to watch
Your graceful heads sway
Within each passing breeze
Thank you, God, again
For the beauty of your earth
My day I am allowed to begin
Watching as You bring back spring
And the joy which only that can bring
Reminds not only of a physical rebirth
but that in each new reborn spirit
lies Your own unspeakable worth!!
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!!
Fine Tune
Fine tune me like a fiddle
Carve me, shape me
In your hands may you whittle
Until I sing, resonate
And to your tunes vibrate
Play me all day long
Projecting, singing
Only your songs
Of Your Joy, Love,
Glory, Stupendousness
And may I only in your hands,
Lord God,
Sound out the songs
Upon which others may dance!
Steps
Step
Step
Come closer
Step
Step
I
Love You
Step
Step
I AM
Your Father
Step
Step
Take
The First Step
I Will Catch You
In My Arms
Just PLEASE Take The First Step!!
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!
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