I feel like I feel like A leaf, A snowflake Life goes by so fast Like peering in a looking glass Then you step away What was it that you, God, Had in mind When you first thought of Me Was it to rhyme a line So they perhaps might See Your Face? Better, clearer, Clearer, clearer So they might Draw nearer, Nearer, nearer To You? Never will I know All answers This side of the grave Questions will there Always be As on I in frailness go.
Existence My heart beats My lungs breathe I can laugh, Play, Savor the day I exist My thoughts are My own In my head They have found A home Within to rest Put me to the test Will I or won’t I Do this or that I can hear these, My thoughts For you see This is the real You and me A living breathing Spirit, soul Only temporarily, For now Attached to this mortal shell Given a chance to grow Get to know The One who runs The universe And beyond, Transcendent, With His Son For one day He Has promised He will come This living, breathing Son Shining in all His splendor This wonderful Giver Of our Life This gift of Our Existence!
My Debts Up to my eyeballs in debt I sigh I moan I truly, deeply regret What I have done To myself No one else to blame Oh, the embarrassing shame! Oh, what I cannot claim Of wisdom Loud commercials Made it seem so real Oh, their endless appeal So, I got sucked in By the alluring din Of a greedy world So now I am an endless slave This I can mostly certainly say Onward I go Trying to show A new confidence I slug away Each morning, new day At the mountainous debt Trying to correct This wreck I’ve made of my life I know it will end And I will never, ever, Ever again spend Myself into this death march toward another fresh & open financial grave
Probably not such a good poem for this time of year, right before the biggest gift giving holiday, but still timely I hope. Remember it’s only one day out of the year. Remember God loves you and wants only the best for you and your family. Have a blessed and peace filled day!
Revolutionary’s Sounds Whirling, twirling Swept up into the air Revolutionary sounds Were everywhere, all around Ignored they were But they were heaven’s cure For what was wrong Within the songs Of man For all our evil, Corruption unbound, Still they refused to see What God had pleased To send them So only a few listened To the man on the cross Ignoring from his lips The purest, shining gloss Of a revolution’s sounds Bringing words of Great worth Love, joy, peace To His earth Heaven’s purest, pearls Our souls He did seek And so Christ did die On the very rocky ground He had created Our God, Alone and bound But still left behind For those who choose The fiery, purest joy of His Revolutionary’s Sounds!!
Not Even in A Blender Blades whir, Solids dissolve Large chunks puree Into a goo Blenders good For many things In our kitchens They do bring From many foods Convergence into one Unfortunately, in life Things are not always so Some things cannot, Should not mix For the welfare of our souls The dark and the light Will never mix Nothing that a blender was ever meant to fix Never meant to be As oil is to water Separate from the Beginning God’s light will Not ever allow satan’s dark to stop His shining! So do not fear Shed not too many tears There is the one that Took our place Opened Heaven’s Pearly gates Christ paved the way Saved all our days From the whirling, swirling blades, that chaos of the darkness.
Parallel Universes I’ve heard the words used Before Parallel universes From several books Those words are torn, Borrowed If you please Also in theories of those Who do not like to be told Of a living God and only one single universe, HIS In old science fiction Books If you care to look Words like the above Are used Into this you are welcome To peruse In another ancient book Words are used If the truth you wish to persue It speaks of this life we see Of this for yourself You may read A Bible, ancient & Holy Tells Gods story Of creation from Nothing Of all of this Something Which surrounds us But it also speaks Of what we cannot see With just physical eyes It speaks of spirits Good and bad & choices to be had By us Of angels, demons A destructive satan A loving Savior A Holy God of Spirit Of Heaven & hell In its words it does tell Of these parallels Unseen but not unfelt In your heart, Spirit, I think most of us know It exists Draw closer to God and He will draw closer to you This is the truth He wants you to know For certain He wants to open The curtain Between the two For us these two levels of Existence Are the very substance We are made of Both physical and Spiritual Existing in both We are clearly told As a hand fits Into a glove The spiritual above dwells within our Physical below More & more You will become aware As You let God indwell Your core essence, Your very Soul! So take a look around It will astound And should remind Of how frail this Physical is
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