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!!
Tag: Christian Video
Broken
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Broken
Broken politics
Symptoms of a broken culture
With too many broken morals
Or lack thereof
A world so sick
It killed its own Creator
Hung Him on a dead, dry stick
Dying in
Our place
As is found in a
Holy, Holy, Holy Bible
Words do tell of
So it is
Words do explain
Therefore, it is
Guidelines by which to live
Hope, love, joy, peace
It seeks to give
So at last
To end, to mend
The brokenness
Resurrection!
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Resurrection
Demon's danced in glee
At the feet of the man
Dying upon a bitter tree
Storm clouds gathered
Sun darkened
Ground was shaken
Rocks split, tombs opened
Dead bodies walked, renewed
Hoping to gain even a brief view
As Christ breathed His last
Or did He?
Because . . .
A few days later
Dear friends walked upon
A garden's sod
To perfume a dead man's body
Instead . . .
Were given a glimpse
Of their risen God
By His gentle voice
Once more were they met
As from a now empty tomb
He had just stepped
They rejoiced, rejoiced
Again were allowed
To hear their dear Savior's voice
Such joy in heaven
Could not be contained
For at even the slightest mention
Of His Holy Royal Name
All of His powerful angels shout
HALLELUYAH! HALLELUYAH!
Deadwood
Dead Wood You see them lying On creek beds Where by watery vistas They have been led Or resting on river sides Carried by the ferocity Of the moving currents’ tides These pieces of dead wood Would anyone have thought They could or better yet should End up in such a useless heap Their limbs jangling, Lamenting in such a lonely keep But Oh, dear friend This is not their end For these shed no tears Have no fear Christ's smallest finger Can transcend Hell's darkest pit In such a place He will not Allow anyone to linger Have faith If you will just believe and God's tranquil waters You will be allowed to see!
SoulSails 