Category: God’s Love

Low Country

Low Country

Lowlands

Wet and swampy

Unfit for much

Except life

Suited to live

Among the muck

It does not matter

How rich, how high

You think you live

I tell you no lie

Earth as it is now

Is that low country,

Our lowlands

This level of existence

We now pass thru

This lower level of life

This body even with resistance

Still crumples and dies

A chasm we cannot cross

Except thru death

Separates us temporarily

From the highlands

In a clearer air there

Will we breathe

God’s higher land

calls our name

Do not turn a deaf ear

Until you can no longer hear

Its gracious call

His promises will sound

as always, Faithful

Never run us aground

Reach for the higher path

And walk in that

purer, more noble land

Naturalism

Naturalism

Naturalism they call it

Morality relative only to

what I think

but Wait –

that changes

each time I blink

A world so cold

Post modernism has told

Us, We, Man, no longer

Have a Soul!

All that exists

Is only what you can see

or touch

All to me is only physicality

So should I run the risk

Of losing all meaning

To all life I see which surrounds

Are We truly simply dust

Made up only of elements

Found within the ground?

There is no right or wrong

Found within nihilism’s siren song

Only a birth & a death

For each of us

Then we will no longer swim

In this life’s stream

We simply cease to be.

How depressing!

I am glad I do not believe

What I am told

By your world

I believe a holiness, a soul

Dwells within

As most ancient civilizations

Believed

We are seeds

Of a Holy God much greater!

Angel Dance

Angel Dance

Angel Dance

Angels dance lightly

On gossamer’s chords

Spun from joy’s beauty

As beams of your grace

Are flung brightly

You watch in delight

As your glory, light

Pulsate, glow

Within the energy

Of your eternal might

Longing to embrace

A world laying waste

Homes, families

The world they walk on

Listening to dark demons’ songs

So, as your angels dance

At your feet

I too give a longing glance

To pray for my world

To keep,

Follow the light of God’s face

To return to the warmth

Of His everlasting embrace.

Free Will!

Free Will

Given a choice

Never will He force

Desiring for a place

Inside your heart

Holding all the power

Yet longing for the hour

You will choose

His embrace

Owning every heartbeat

but never will He leave

Anyone behind

Yearning for His Face

So, make the right choice

Listen to the voice

That leads to eternity’s

Truest joy and

Christ’s Glorious, Glowing Life!

A Creeping

A Creeping

(a prayer)

Sadness creeps in

Between the cracks

Of my Darkened heart

That I wear

Holding on to

Every care

Help me, Holy Spirit

To let go

So old memories

May no longer hold

Their black power

Thank you for appearing

Willing to come nearer

To this world’s & my pain

Trying to teach me

The strength within your name

Of Glory, Majesty, power

Over heaven and hell

Urging me to tell

Your nearness to me

For a spell

Of Your Beauty’s angels,

Darkness’s demons,

Your blinding Light

Help me to do it right

To spread your goodness

To a world so dreadfully,

Desperately, in need of

Your Love’s Passion

And Perfectly Pure Might!!

Fire-Breather!

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Fire-Breather

(not a circus act)

Fire-breathers of old

Breathing flames into the air

From between the lips a fuel’s mist

Daring a miraculous feat to share

With an audience

Waiting, holding its own breath

As they watch these brave performers

Be willing to risk their very death

To entertain.

But there is a real

Fire-breather

Needing nothing but Himself

His Own power

To drench us within

The shower

Of His love and glory

Fire from on high

A God who reaches

Down

To envelop us

From beyond the skies

To live Within His fiery

Glorious

Life

All of heaven calls his Name

From Generation to

Generation

He is the same

Always wanting to share

His Holy Fire

Reaching down from

Heaven’s spires

To live, burn within us

His Holy children!

So, catch the flame

Pronounce His Name

From between your lips

Allow the fuel,

God’s Spirit

Your allegiance, very breath

to claim.

Holy Santa?

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Holy Santa?

 

Warm, fuzzy & cuddly

Nothing wrong with that

Except

Depends upon who you’re

Talking about

 

Older man in a bright red suit

Well-endowed middle

And a long white beard

You know of whom I speak

Without having to take one peek

 

Gift giver

Jingle bells

I don’t have to tell

Except I will,

Santa

 

Jolly and fun

Face beaming like

The sun

Man’s perfect idea

For a god

 

Except Santa

Is not real

I hate to burst your bubble

But I feel

You already know!

 

Only God is God

Good giver of gifts

But He wants to lift

Your life higher

 

Wants more for you

Than material wealth

Or to give only toys

Desires for man

A truer, higher joy

 

Purer, less selfish life

Fashioned along the lines

Of His Own Mind

Pertinent to any time

You may live within

 

So, God is

Warm, fuzzy & cuddly

All of that

But

Let’s not fashion Him

From a legend or fable

HE SAYS He is able

Powerful, capable

Of so much more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 Somebody’s

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3 Somebody’s

Three on a throne

Living as one

Universe awash in

Their love

 

Throbbing, pulsating

In beauty

Breathing as one

More life-giving

Than any sun

 

A Father, Son &

Holy Spirit

Above this world

They reach to lift,

This is their unique gift

For each of us

So we are blessed

During the tests

Of these our lives

To be not loved

By just one

 

3 hands reach down

toward the violent sounds

of our discord and ugly abuse

of each other

 

3 somebodies

To conquer this world

Help us transcend

Into their joy & a

Love which never

Ever ends!!

 

 

Angel

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Angel

Living Electricity,
Are you made only
of
Energy and light?

If I stretched out a hand
Would the energy of you
Burn my flesh
if I dared
the impossible

Joining, touching the Spirit of the Living God?

Expression of His Glory,
Were you made
Just because He could not
Stop His living breath,
The Life within himself

From creating you?

If He is absolute and a perfect
Love
And if Love is about giving
To someone else, not in taking

More loving, powerful
Does He become
In creating even more
someones
To love?

Love produces only more
Love
It cannot stop itself,
Cannot go against its own nature.

We all, angel and human
move and breathe
within
This expression of Himself
His self-giving Love.