Beauty Without End
My soul shudders
Of your Beauty, Lord
It cannot comprehend
Of your Glory, Light
Power & Love
There is no end!!
Of your mercy,
Incomprehensible Forgiveness
Of all the dark mess
I have created at times
I do not like to think of those,
Or even bring them to mind
Reign in me, Lord
May I destroy the me within
So your unending Glory
Beauty may live, win
Its eternal way, sway
Over each of
And all my days!!
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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Plagiarizing God (good or bad?) Plagiarizing may be Either good or bad To copy or imitate Often is a form of highest praise Means someone sees you Toward you turns their gaze Sadly, however, often times For authority, ownership Plagiarizers only come to steal From the original, what is the real Of identity, things or power When we, as man, think or say We carry the highest dominion In a vast, still unknown universe Is not that plagiarizing Passing ourselves off as Someone we are not? Do we think from the authentic, Only GOD that is real We can really steal His divinity, sovereignty over us? We tried that in a garden It did not work Never will Even today we try to shirk Shun the destructive pain We have caused By trying to deny, steal God’s power, His Holy Name We are not our own gods A universe, this planet Even our own bodies None of this did we create Nor can we control it That claim to fame On our heads Will never fit So if you must plagiarize God Do it the right way It is okay to copy Him By letting go of yourself Over your soul let Him win Let Him stamp His own image And pay the right kind of homage To a stupendous, living, breathing Magnificent & loving King!
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Only You Only you can lift Out of the deepest, slimiest Pit of despair The broken human soul Crushed, shattered, Reeling, staggering From the effects The price, the toll That wretched darkness extracts Oh, he is good, that Enemy of mine Hounding me thru All of my time But you sit enthroned Ensconced in your power And your name Destroying his sordid game That prince of the air That satan Breathing his hot breath In my face From birth even unto today But you remove Of his evil every trace Winning me to yourself My pain you do embrace My spirit you lift up Until I can say With joy you have filled my cup! So come, Lord Jesus, Come! Do it again As you did back then!!
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 Blame God I fuss, I cuss, I spit, I hiss I extend my claws Without a pause I’ll let you have it Then down I shrink After a moment to think Why did I do that? Lost control again I simply cannot win Control Over this lustful, errant Soul Of mine Maybe with more time? But no I know That will never happen Not in my day Will I ever have complete sway Who can I blame To mind comes the only name, Myself, me I am the only one I see Standing inside, beside me So do not blame God for Our destructive of life behavior Nor can you blame your neighbor He has his own evil to deal with God holds out his light Love, joy peace Always within your reach It is Your Choice So do not keep On blaming God For our compliance, our nod Toward the darkness
