Will You?

Will You?

The pain increases
Oh what if it never ceases?
What will I do then
What can bring it to an end?

Where is that God
That said he wants to heal
Now as from this incessant pain
I kneel
Where is my helper now?

Slowly a light starts within
My chest
A knowledge evolves
As I try to resolve this test
Will you still love me? 

What kind of question is that?
I turn from it and pray
Again inside my head 
Those words have another say
Will you still love me?

If your circumstances 
I do not change today
Do not give you 
Exactly your way
Will you still love me?

I seek only those worthy
Of my higher calling
For an enemy’s lies 
Do not be falling
Following me will not 
Always be easy

Before your eyes
I will not always be pleasing
Your world now is lost
To save it I paid a terrible cost
Now will you be willing 
To suffer a loss
To follow me?

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Pick up Your. . .

Pick Up Your. . . 

As children we get told
Pick up your things, your mess
Clean behind yourself
Oh, how our parents we can test
As older we grow

But as we become adults
By someone much wiser than I
From an ancient book of old
We are each & every told
To pick up our cross and Follow Him

Notice. . .
He did not say
Pick up your money
Or your pleasure
Or your lusts for 
Material possessions
He said

Pick up your troubles,
Pain, suffering
And follow me anyway
Try each & every day
Within His footsteps to stay

Christ did not live a life
Of luxury
Pleasure 
While here not 
even particularly loved
Except from the Holy Father above

Denied Himself
Became obedient
Even when He was sent
To that tortuous cross!
Counted it all as nothing, all a loss
For us paid a most excruciating cost!

Cannot we do the same
To follow His Glorious name?
To find your life you must lose it
And if you are not willing.  . . ?
Not willing to sacrifice for Him
Then worthy of Him are we not
His words, not mine!

Matthew 10:37–39 Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.
Christ does not mean not to love your family or neighbors, only to put Him first! Praise God for his love, mercy, grace and forgiveness!

The First Calm

The First Calm

It happened under the skies
Of the very first dawn
Rays of light breaking
Placid horizon in yellows,
Pinks and reds
It was the first Calm

A new world, pleasant
To the eyes and soul
Broken out of deep, dark
Nothingness
By ancient words and voices told
In a Holy Book

Life exploded 
Upon a spinning globe
Of dirt, air & water
Animals, man & plants
To each by a loving hand
Did the Creator grant

Relationship 
With Himself, 
The Ones who stirred 
The darkness
Into life
Nothingness
Into something

Desired to associate
Fellowship
With our forms of dust
Only asking for a return
Of love, respect
& our trust

This was the first Calm
This perfected peace
Between all forms of life
And the Creators
Between all of Their creation
& Themselves
There was not a hint, scent
Of strife

Until man, 
Supposedly the highest,
Decided to rebel
And follow the wrong voice
Made the ultimate mistake
Available, the worst choice
And everything fell

Plants, animals, earth
Spun out of the original plan
Subject to terrors
Never meant or intended
By our Creator’s gentlest
Of hands

And so we lost
All of us
Paid a dearest cost
To suffer in pain, 
Showed disdain for the Ones 
Who made us
And so in tears we lived
And lost
The First Calm

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Original Purpose

Original Purpose


What seems almost 
Like an eternity ago
Before that moon 
Cast its silver glow
Powerful, in joy
Words were spoken
Out of dark nothingness
A world was begotten

An all-powerful Creator
Because He loved 
The idea of us so much
Reached down and
With a single touch
Started His own universe

With care and a little time
Embarked upon a thought-out plan
Someones in His image made
To share all of their nights & days
In His Joy & Presence

That original purpose, that plan
Was for all of His creation
Sky, earth, animals and man
To share in His Glory
That fantastic, stupendous Beauty

That loves everyone the same
Even enemies get to watch
His magnificent displays
Of love, mercy, justice, kindness
& that miraculous forgiveness

& us?
Well, we were meant to be
For all of His creation to see
Image bearers of the same
His power, light, glory & 
Holy, beautiful, name

But we failed,
Rebelled as the ancient tale
Written in a Holy Book is told
To someone else our souls were sold
And evil entered our lives

Separated, lost

Until we were given

A second chance

But it came at the highest cost

GOD HIMSELF DIED FOR US!

To return us to that 
Original purpose
Shed his blood to return
To us His Glory
So please pick up the Book
And read the most beautiful
Of all earth’s written stories!

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My Child is Not My Child

My Child is Not My Child

They look so peaceful,
Serene, innocent
These sleeping children
Of mine
But for this brief period
Of time
Them just to myself 
I cannot truly bind

Inscribed upon their 
Hearts, their very souls
Is an image of another
By my inner voice
This I am clearly told

Coming through our bodies
As mother, father
But not by us created
They have been stamped
With the face, image of another
In one family, all sisters, brothers
With only one True Father

They are God’s children
I have been given the gift
Of taking temporary care
Each day I must give them wings
So they themselves may upward lift
Their tiny bodies & souls
He commands this is my only goal!

So with each prayer 
Said by the moon’s waning light
I must release them 
With a heavy sigh
Upward thru the skies
Into the all-loving hands of 
Our Truest Father’s Power & Might!

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Don’t Sell Yourself So Cheaply

Do Not Sell Yourself So Cheaply

Why do we sell ourselves
So cheaply?
Do not give away yourself
So quickly.

You are an eternal soul
Worth so much more than gold
Never meant to be sold
As slaves

To this earth
And its selfish,
Physical ways
So for awhile just stay
And listen

I say we are the only ones
Ever created in God’s own image
Fleshly though, we are
His daughters, His sons

Meant to carry His face
His goodness to trace
To all of His creation
Reflect His presence,
Glory and grace

So let us get about
The job we have been given
So it may be said
With nobility we have striven
And with a grand shout
Letting go all our doubts
Rise, transcend to 
His Majesty’s infinity!!