Warning, Warning!

Warning, Warning! 

Warning, warning
Read all about it
Warning, warning
Voices raise to shout it

The great reckoning
Is coming
For us,
Out
the time is running

Soon will we all
Peoples be allowed
God’s face & presence
No longer will be disavowed

All to be judged
In His great presence
Investigating each life’s essence
In His Book it is assured
No one left not adjured
To be brought before His throne!!

Revelation 20:11-13 Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books. The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what they had done.

Easter

Easter

White rabbits & chocolate bunnies
All those warm, soft fuzzies
Pastel eggs hidden in green grass
Until a happy child makes
A joyful discovery of them at last
With loud, sudden squeals of delight
What a truly pleasing sight!

All dressed up in clean, bright clothes
All done for this day’s special show
Soft ribbons in the hair
New shoes, polished, & on the feet
& goodies that will not long
Be allowed in a basket to keep

Nothing wrong with these simple delights
God does not mind us
Enjoying all his blessings
But with many of these gifts
May also at times come a terrible testing

This day of Easter is really
About a sacrifice
Not to be forgotten
For all our joys & pleasures
Came at the cost of another’s life!

A bloodied cross, a broken body
An empty tomb
God’s love on display
Brought about all of the
Joys & pleasures of this day

Made us once more
Welcome in Heaven
Brought us back into 
God’s loving arms
Safe at last from all of 
satan’s cruelest harms

So on that most glorious day
Our eternal souls were saved
As Christ stepped back out 
Into a world He owned
Eternity’s power rolled back
That oh so heavy stone
So you too also may
Be allowed to step out of 
Your own emptied grave!!

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!!

To Mars?

To Mars?

Our bodies were not made
To live on Mars
Are there not problems enough 
To solve on this planet
Revolving as it does amidst
The burning stars?

Curiosity and learning is one thing
But 
What about curiosity for eternity, God, Christ,
the destiny that awaits in His Paradise

Drawing nearer to our Creator
This God who leaned so close
Took on our form, our flesh
To withstand our cruelty’s test
Of dying on a bloodied cross

So would not our time be better spent
If to our time and energies we lent
The pursuit, reaching for the reality
of the Universe’s space
And went instead in search
of our Lord Creator’s face?

Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands

A Study In Contrasts

I could not resist this shot of the contrast between the brilliant light of the day’s sun on the dark surface of the river’s water. Have a blessed day!

A Study In Contrasts

Would we know
Happy without sad
The good without the bad
Light without the dark
Or hot without the cold
Or even God if we had
Not eternal souls?

I do not think I have
The answer for such things
Or can even begin to truly understand
Only our God holds in His gentle hands
The reason behind all such things intended
in His eternity’s great plans.

Fall’s Gilded Girls

In between the hospital stay and now my husband’s rehab clinic stay, I found a few minutes to take photos and write another poem. I hope you enjoy these and have a very blessed day. Praise God!

Fall’s Gilded Girls

Fall’s gilded girls
All in a row
Why would one ever think
In you resides no soul?
Your curly locks
Bright splashes of color
Adorn your heads
As upon no others

Some look at you and
See merely trees
But from only one glance
I believe is seen
The Spirit, the Soul,
If you please,
Of the one who designed
Your bright glistens & gleams

With a powerful hand and 
With the greatest of glee
Your bright glories were created 
By our God for all to see 
And to know that they are truly loved
From His all-joyful Heaven up above
So for our pure pleasure it can be found
To be placed upon your yellowed brow 
The brightest of creation’s most golden of crowns