One Small Fish
Some days
I feel broken
Then I remember
Jesus our God
Broke one small fish
Of food
It was only a
Minute token
Tearing it
Into very, very
Many pieces
His purpose?
So that
He could meet
A greater need
That He
And the Father
Together could feed
Over five thousand
In only one day
So if you
Have to,
Allow yourself
To be broken
Even if many things
You stand to lose
That by Christ Jesus
You also may be used
To feed, to save
Hopefully,
Multitudes of others!!
Category: Inspirational
Hammered
Hammered
At the hands
Of the smithy
Hammered
Over and over
Put back into
The burning,
Roaring flames
Removed
Only to be
Hammered
Again
God will do this
To us
You know
Maybe
Just to show
How much
He really loves you
Remember
He chose you
Not any other
For this
Particular fire
Knowing you so well
Only He could tell
What you needed
To make you rise up
Be inspired
On His shoulders
Lifted higher
And
Put back together
Newer, stronger, ready
To follow
His every step
His Eyes (for a Tuesday morning)
His Eyes
Christ
Coming
Seated on a throne
Crowned in glory
Fresh from
Another's new story
With fire in His eyes
So Holy
Burning intensity
In each glance
Perhaps today
Is your greatest
Chance
Desiring,
Burning the old
To dissolve
Turning to ash
For you
This is His resolve
All must be
Reborn
Renewed
Until you step through
Glorified
Purified
Only then can
You be allowed
To enter between
Heaven's gates
So today
Do not hesitate
Take the offered chance
To receive the fiery dance
Of the eternity living
In His eyes!
Silence
Silence
Silence
An absence of sound
The rocks have split
Upheavals have shaken
The underfoot ground
The sky has blackened
And at last cleared
The city in a festive mood
It hears people raise a few cheers
But still they do not see,
They have not understood
Followers, disciples
Huddle in a locked, darkened room
Not knowing what comes next
If at tomorrow, will that be too soon?
Or will today be their last breath
They try to comfort one another
Hoping to stave off their own death
As a few women in the corner
Continue to weep
Prayers are raised
But God is silent
He has already said all
He had to say
It happened on the night,
Of His son’s birth
And at last
The last day of His painful,
Tortured life on this green earth
So get used to the days of silence,
They serve a purpose
To you, can actually be of a
Deeper service
Learn how to wait, trust
Even when you don’t hear God’s voice
See His Almighty hand closely at work
For us, this could be life’s hardest choice
Contained!
Contained!
Surpassing strength
More
Than all the energy
Contained
Within the unseen boundaries
Of this universe
Super nova explode
Stars are birthed
Planets rotate slowly
Evolving
More
Than if all our atomic bombs
Explode
You are more powerful
Than the entirety put together!!
A Holy Trinity dancing
Through infinity
In joy, power
Unseen on earth
Let go, merest man,
Let your heart and mind's
Soul expand!!!
I cannot comprehend
Such beauty, power
Coming from, having no end
I am consigned to traverse
Under the light of only
One strong sun
While in only one hand
You hold creation’s totality
Perhaps that is what is meant
By that old-fashioned word
GLORY
Ah, such wonder
Amazement
Perhaps those thoughts alone
You give to hold off despair
To keep our souls soaring!!
How do You contain
Such energy
Dripping from your
Fingers' tips
Within each thought
From each word
From Your lips
Then I remember
You use some upon
Our world
On us
Down from heaven
Is it hurled
Into glowing red sunsets
Overhead
Multi-colored tulips
Crystal spider's webs
Translucent blue waters
Reaching more than a mile
Each act of love we perform
And into the newborn child's
Very first smile!!
Martyr?
Martyr?
Are you really
Willing to die?
Let go of it all?
For an illusion?
Something I cannot
See?
Something I
Cannot touch?
But you say it
Is the truth
This is indeed
Most acute!
Is this how
Your mind
You wish to soothe?
An unseen God
A Holy Savior
A spiritual level to life?
To save us from what?
I will admit
There is much chaos
Afoot
Everywhere much cruelty
Pain suffering
To find all of that
No one would really
Be at all hard put!
Maybe you are right
Perhaps I should be more
Contrite
Learn to let go
So I too may know
The Spirit's burning fire,
Joy, the Privilege
To pick up my cross
And follow Him
His paradise to win
To lose myself
And for the living Christ
Become a martyr!!
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