Tag: Poetry

To Receive

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To Receive
(receive and ye shall be received)
Empty vessels,
Clean on the inside
Receive in better ways
Than ones who wish
old debris, clutter
to still fill & stay

In order to get
You must be willing
To take, accept
what is offered
Allowing the filling.

Emptying out the old
You will empower
Fresh, cleanness
To refill the inner
Chambers of your soul.

This is true of Everything
As best you can
Rid yourself of the old
In order to receive
Your newer song to sing.

Satan deludes,
The world cajoles
Still the same old
Siren song is sold
within its empty
markets of darkness.

Employ, Enjoy
New ways,
To get rid of
Contaminants
That still
Try to sway
Take You away
From His light

God waits to give
But you must
Be willing to accept
In order His more
Perfect Abundant life to live.

Needing nothing
From or of us
He waits in
Purest perfection
For us to trust.

So while it is Today,
do not turn your back
on God’s desiring,
waiting
to make up for all
this world still lacks.

Allow Him in
Clean out the old
Let go, believe
So your New Story,
A clean New Song,
may be raised & told.

God desires for us to think as the Apostle Paul said in Gallatins 6:15 ‘the world has been crucified to me and I to the world’. God desires for you to let go of the old self and become a new creation, a brother and/or sister to Jesus Himself.

Renewal’s Perfection

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Renewal’s Perfection

A lamb, slain
Bloodied by men
Lost in imperfection.
Once encased in
Flesh,
Now living in power

Desiring lusting
After us, humans,
The lost.
On a cruel hill
Of pain
Absorbed our darkness

Into Himself.

Abolished, destroyed
Hell’s hold
Over man forever
With

Grace, Mercy, Forgiveness.

The Father’s Power
On display in a weak,
Human-like face
Showing the glory of
True Grace.

He is coming back again
For all time and finally
recreating a dying, lost
World, sin-soaked

He will
Absorb
All our evil, darkness
And give us and this
Earth
His Blazing light
And living perfection.

We rest in the hands of the Living God, not Covid-19. Pray and Praise God. He says in Malachi Return to me and I will return to You. Praise God!!

No More Death

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No More Death
(no such thing)

On a hill, long long ago,
A poor man
Died
Once for all
Abolishing death for all

If you choose HIM

Carrying Eternity within
Himself
He allowed us to destroy
His earthly body

In order to recreate
A perfect body
A new man
Living forever in
Glory

Resurrected to wait
To return us
And all nature
To

Its original glory

The rocks, trees
Even grass
Will sing a
New song
No more death,
Decay

All will live
Every plant, human
Animal
In perfection’s glory
And new obedience,
To Worship!!

Lust!

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Lust!

Lust, to
Intensely Desire
Is your name
To create discord,
Discontent
Is your deceitful game.

To make us want
Pleasures
We do not have
For this type of
Wound there is
No magical salve.

Deep it may run
Abscess & ache
nothing on
our green planet heals
This pain no matter
How much you may partake

Of fulfilling your
Lusts
Of each and
Every kind
Its appetite just increases
With indulgences & time.

Worldly lusts leave
One empty, so unstill
Unsatisfied
Until you seek first a higher
Lust that always will fill
Your center’s deepest needs.

We constantly are
Trying to tame
This unquiet restless ache
That only one lust
Can soothe & never
your weary heart break.

A heavenly lust
For a Creator/Father
Endlessly seeking
Each son and daughter
Wandering the earth
To restore to His safekeeping

Each lonely child
Each wounded soul.
His eternal goal
To bring you peace
Safely into the realm of
His Loving Arms
And Heavenly fold.

Joy

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Joy
(For the Joy set before Him)

Joy transcendent
Above our planet’s face
Transfixed it rises
Reaching upper space
Seeking its one true home.

Coming from a
Higher source
It is not satisfied
Until it has finished,
Run its committed course.

Promised in angel’s
Whispers
Sought by ancient
Prophets’ words
Looking to occur

In whomever will
Take the time
Learn to listen to
Heaven’s wishes
And smallest sighs.

A Savior exposed your
Greatest power
Enduring a cruel cross
To show your face
In his darkest hour

For your sake he
Endured a painful death
Making sure not one,
No single child
Would ever be left

Not seeing, not knowing
Your saving Grace.
For you, Joy, He
Remained on a path
of a criminal’s shame
yet transcending still
toward His Father’s Face.