Crisis

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Crisis

Spiritual or physical
The word still means
The same
In a dictionary it is
Given a name
Of

Critical turning point
Catastrophe
Impending disaster
Possible undesirable outcome

Is it just me
Or
Does it seem to be
Across the world
Getting worse?

I know in this country
I live in
There seems to be a rising of
What used to be called
Sin

Self-centeredness
Increasing
Respect for the home,
Families,
Decreasing

Unending lust for
Money, possessions
Some used for good
But also without discretion

To build up or 
To utterly destroy
Forgetting to remember
Evil can also be found 
Inside of toys

So do not let your
Days be wasted
Remember words of old
In God’s timeless Book
Are told

And perhaps
These Crises we’ve created
Maybe, just may be, 
But only with God’s help, abated

The Pearl

The Pearl

I run in the
Darkness
Crying, panting
In terror
Until
In the distance
I see the Pearl

Small at first,
Yet shining brightly
I run harder
To escape the darkness 
So frightening
Toward the Pearl

And so, my body I hurl
Faster, faster
Must reach the light 
enveloping
that large shining orb
a sense of safety
developing
around that Pearl

I run faster, harder
Until I reach its
Resting place
Fall to my knees
And in its white, translucent
Skin I begin to see

A reflection of my own face
Until there seems to
Appear a second trace
Of another face
Someone else beside me
A hand falls upon my shoulder
I tremble
But then become bolder

I turn around to look
The one beside me smiles,
Speaks,
I am the one long ago you forsook
But now with your return
As is written in my Book
All is forgiven
My Blood bought you back
And you have returned 
To Me, Your Savior
And Your Pearl!

Matthew 13: 45-46: Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. When he found one of Great Value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.

In This Struggle

In This Struggle

Life comes at us
Fast, 
Hard,
Endlessly,
So much to do
This struggle to survive

And so out I cry
Help!
And there you are
Right in my face
Of peace, tranquility
Love
The purest taste

So again & again
My hands I raise
For help
And there ceaselessly
Are You
The I AM
Of all I AM’S

So as I struggle
Even in this foreign land
I am not alone
Even when life turns
To the coldest of stones
God ALWAYS loves,
Cares, is willing to share
HIMSELF!
Desiring to be known
Even though we may be prone
To run away.

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Victory Shout

Victory Shout

Come, Lord Jesus, Come
Heaven’s Reigning,
Ruling Son!
Give me no more 
Mournful chants
Give me instead
Your Victory Shout

satan’s hell thought it had won
As it watched the
Darkening of the sun
On a day it had plotted
To crucify God’s Son
With itself was so besotted
Sounded its own victory shout

But, 
You took one deep breath
Your glory returned
A dead, fleshly body
Once again moved
A stone was rolled
The grave emptied
As you stepped back out
Into the light of day
Your hands raised and gave 
Your Victory’s Shout!

Yes, Lord Jesus, Yes
Praise you Lord Jesus
Praise You!!

Revolving

Revolving

Life is revolving
Circumstances Shifting, 
Always evolving
Which is okay
God did not mean for
Us to stay
Forever static

But what are we
To become?
Is there an answer 
To that as I run
My life’s race?
Just around what does 
My life revolve?

All existence
Revolves around
God the Son,
God the Father
God the Holy Spirit
Holding all of life
Every living thing
In their hands

Stars spin, 
Lives end & begin
Planets die off
All in tune to 
A universal melody
An eternal song
Chiming out the purity
Infinity’s bright light
In God’s love

So, join in the dance
Let Him also entrance
Your heart
Join the mighty crowds
That have been endowed
With His Grace, Mercy
Forgiveness
Let your life revolve
Around His!

On the Back Burner

On The Back Burner

Life can feel like a hot kitchen
All the stove’s burners going
At full blast
Oh, how long must this heat
& all the turmoil last?
Juggling so many pots
At any or every cost,
Don’t let any boil over
Or all may be lost!

So we attend to what appears
To be the most important
God understands
We have demands
That every day we must meet
All those physical needs

But do not place Him
On that back burner
To avoid meeting with Him
Only He can promise success, 
Control over the other
Pots you might come to win

Put God first
And other things will
Come to fall in line
With due diligence & time
Life can be sweet
But only if you keep
Only GOD 
On that front burner!

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