Tag: Poetry

Holy Santa?

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Holy Santa?

 

Warm, fuzzy & cuddly

Nothing wrong with that

Except

Depends upon who you’re

Talking about

 

Older man in a bright red suit

Well-endowed middle

And a long white beard

You know of whom I speak

Without having to take one peek

 

Gift giver

Jingle bells

I don’t have to tell

Except I will,

Santa

 

Jolly and fun

Face beaming like

The sun

Man’s perfect idea

For a god

 

Except Santa

Is not real

I hate to burst your bubble

But I feel

You already know!

 

Only God is God

Good giver of gifts

But He wants to lift

Your life higher

 

Wants more for you

Than material wealth

Or to give only toys

Desires for man

A truer, higher joy

 

Purer, less selfish life

Fashioned along the lines

Of His Own Mind

Pertinent to any time

You may live within

 

So, God is

Warm, fuzzy & cuddly

All of that

But

Let’s not fashion Him

From a legend or fable

HE SAYS He is able

Powerful, capable

Of so much more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day & Night

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Day & Night

Our world exists

2 sides to the coin

One side lives in light, sun

As the other slumbers

In darkness

 

So it will be when

Our King returns

For that holy day

All who love him

Should deeply yearn

 

Some will be given the

Joy of light forever

Others in dark pain will

Be in weeping, wailing

Gnashing of teeth

As they run for cover

 

Where the worms

Never die

Fire is never quenched

Words from a book

That never lies

 

Before it is too late

As Christ flings open

Heaven’s gates

Stands and knocks

 

Let Him in

Replace your sin

With obedience

Join in the frolicking

As you receive

Your first glance

Of His great and

Mighty return

 

Mark 9:48 where the worms that eat them do not die and the fire is not quenched. NIV

Matthew 13:50 and throw them into the blazing furnace; where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. NIV

 

Malachi 4:2 But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its rays. And you will go out and frolic like well-fed calves. NIV

Small Sparks

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Small Sparks

Small sparks

May burn large forests

Trees, bushes inhabitants

All

So do not listen to a

Lost world’s siren call

 

To not burn as brightly

As you can

You just may be

that Spark that fills your land

 

With the burning passion

Of a risen Lord/King

Inspires his family/church

To spread their wings

 

And

‘Awake O sleeper

Rise from the dead

And Christ will shine

On you.’1

 

He longs to pour over all

His lovely Spirit’s call

To inspire each and everyone

to become a mirrored image of

His Most Perfect Son!

 

So, if you believe in a

Risen king

Then you carry His power

All His life-giving songs

Are entrusted to sing

 

His words, thoughts,

Gifts

Await for all

Each to inspire and lift

His body, his church

 

To a much greater good

Be more than before

Change His world!

Shake His Church!

Be his righteous servants

As indeed we all should.

 

1Ephesians 5:14 Wake up, sleeper

                           Rise from the dead

                           And Christ will shine on you.

 

 

Rushing

 

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Rushing

 

Rushing here

Rushing there

People pushing

Looking, searching

Everywhere!

 

We have stress

I understand the tests

We go through everyday

But for a moment

Could we not just stay?

 

To let go

Of the constant

Looking for the

Something

We don’t even know

 

Why or what we

Look for

This constant rushing

Will rob you of

All your joy

 

I cannot stop

You say

Because if I do

Then

I will feel the pain

 

The separation I feel

The need

The hole in my middle

Which continues to bleed

 

We have separated

From the source of life

A living, breathing

God/Creator/Loving Father

He does not wish for us

This terrible, horrible strife

 

We put ourselves thru

Each day we begin anew

With the rushing,

Accumulating of more

More useless things

Less joy

 

So, seek your God

Let go of seeking

Useless idols

Let life be in the being

With, in the presence of

the One who

Can fill the emptiness

And lay your pain to rest

 

John 14:27 My peace I give to you, my peace I leave you. I do not give to you as the world gives. So do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

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Satan

 

Satan

Murderer,

Prince of this world

Deceiver

Father of all lies

Prowling

A roaring lion

Looking for someone

To devour

 

Do not let him

Have you

This deluder

Resist

He will flee

 

At the name of

The only One

Jesus Christ

the Lord

darkness flees

before Him

 

so, do not let

the dark one

use his greatest

weapon,

for you not

to believe

he exists