Here’s just a short, almost whimsical poem for the end of your week. Hope you have a good weekend. Praise God!!
Praise
Praise in the Rain
Praise in the Light
Praise under the Covers
in the middle
of the Night.
Shout in the darkness
Lift out your voice
You’re free, never forced
to make it your choice.
So Praise, Praise
this Wonder of Wonders,
This God who covers
with His cross
each and every Blunder.
There is only one entity that can lift you up out of the slime pits of hell, and that is the Holy Spirit. When Satan literally is trying to destroy you—-and remember he doesn’t want to just give you a little boo boo, he wants to rip you to shreds——only the Holy Spirit of the Living God and Christ has the power to destroy Satan’s influence and effects in your life. Saturate yourself in Him. I had a horribly abusive start in life and was put into a home where I unfortunately never quite felt really wanted or loved. If it had not been for the presence of the living Christ in my life, I might have done myself in.
Watchman Nee says to kill off your old self, crucify yourself every morning in order to allow Christ to completely and totally live in you. Apostle Paul says It is not I that liveth but Christ that liveth in me. When you go under the waters of baptism, it like being buried, and you don’t bury something unless it is dead. We are to be new creations, totally new. The old man of sin and death was destroyed on Christ’s cross. We will never do this perfectly this side of heaven. It is something we do have to struggle with.
I pray you can draw closer to the Living God. He does love you deeply, profoundly and passionately enough to send His only child to be tortured to death on a cruel, Roman cross. You are very, very precious to Him. Draw close to God, and He will draw close to you. Pray over everything with praise and thanksgiving.
Here is a poem on His presence. May the God of all hope bless your day. Praise God!!
Purchase
It was a purchase divine
In blood and of flesh
Freed from bone,
Ripped and torn.
Separated from life
But still supreme
Before a world lusting
After its death.
Who could know this
small death, one body
Thrown underground
Ripped open for eternity
An infinity of graves!
Materialism has its up and downs. It’s not always as great as it’s cracked up to be. It can be corrupting for more than one thing(earth, human body and soul).
Stuff
Plastic, metal, glass
Concrete poured
On a valuable earth
Struggling to survive.
Fast cars, faster planes,
Light-speed computers,
Stuff
Up to our necks.
Or maybe
Up to our hearts,
Lusting, lusting
More, more, more
We’re told we need
NEED
Stuff, stuff, stuff
To survive.
Garbage piles heaped,
All our stuff
Discarded, thrown away,
Destroyed forever
So we can have
More Stuff.
Physical we are for
Now
But more spirit
For the later
Stuff, stuff, stuff
Helps not with
The later of a
Different place
Another world which
Does not care
Endlessly about all our
Stuff.
Awake
(For the American Church)
Awake, arise
Oh, Great one of the west
Can’t you see?!
Born in blood’s struggle
Birthed for the sake
Of freedom &
To throw off a yoke
Of tyranny!!
Step out of your darkness
Renew your strength
From the blood of martyrs
Birthed
And a savior’s sacrifice.
Give up your pursuit
Of ease and comfort.
Face the battle once again
As you did of long ago.
Raise up a fist toward heaven!
Proclaim His name
Over a land lost
In self-indulgence and
Satan’s lust for power.
Release your sleeping stupor
And surround yourself
With your lost, but still
Available Heavenly Power!
Shake off the dust on your shoulders
Proclaim His Name,
this His battle cry,
Become a world’s changer
change this game below
from that of Satan’s hate
to a Salvation found only
in Christ’s deep love.
Here is an updated version of a poem I wrote after seeing pictures of the Pillars of Creation in the Eagle nebula released by NASA. They are trillions of miles in height and are the birthplace of stars. Stars form within their gases. God wrote the last stanza and a half of this poem for me.
On Viewing the Pillars of Creation
(Wow!)
Your fingers reach into a Universe
Created just for You
birthing stars, galaxies
as on the water-washed face
of a beach,
children move grains of
sand.
These pillars of gas and
Dust
We view, only in sly glances,
Across an unfathomable distance,
an unreachable birthplace of glorious stars
Put into place
As gleaming, glistening reflections of
Your Face.
Effortlessly, unendingly you create
In love
Moons, stars, galaxies
and
This small grain of an earth.
We its lessor inhabitants, mere pieces of earth-dust,
this rock,
we spin on and on,
breathing only because
You wish it.
Gently caressing at times, your touch
Brings Cloud dust into existence.
At others, with a single finger snap,
super nova explode
from within the ethers of dark nothingness.
Releasing raw elements,
Light, rock, chemicals,
Your gentle breath moves past your lips,
In its wake
our world spins,
Into a celestial dance,
Yielding our night and day
You have said this
Level of life,
Hearts beating, thumping,
Blood coursing through veins,
Will cease
Only to be made More perfect
If we join with you now,
Merging our two into one,
Willing to sacrifice, suffer
Love for the present
No matter the price.
A glory will be revealed
In the second realm of creation,
A Perfecting, complete Rebirth,
for each living, feeling
Being we see now.
Into endless infinity,
Every star will sing a new song.
Unending Praise will resound
To the Praise of Your Glorious
Face and
Heart.
A Universe reborn!!
What an Overwhelming joy
Will fly, sing past our heads
As we enter into the
Wonder
Of that new World.
Along the river walk they have preserved as much of the nature as they can. They’ve left the trees and undergrowth at the river’s edge. I love the old trees, especially the larger, oldest ones. It’s always amazed me that they were here before me and will probably be here after me remaining after I’m gone. That just seems amazing to me. Here is a poem about my few thoughts on that subject. Hope you enjoy it and Praise God!!
Dignity
(Of Trees)
Ancient, unmoving
Imprisoned into a primordial
Earth, sustaining your
Existence.
Your bones lie locked
Deeply beneath a surface
flowing life to your limbs
dancing above in free-air.
At times, you lean
To dip your fingers into
An icy stream or wave lacy limbs
Of colored leaves into
sometimes gentle, sometimes violent winds.
I move past, wondering,
Wondering a why.
You were here before I
Had become a thought.
Whether naked or clothed
In your royal dress of
Green for a season,
or Gold, or red
You drip with, exude
Your form of wisdom,
Dignity, if you wish,
Reminding of an eternity
Existing before us.
You were here before I,
Will probably be here
After I
Living on to tell and testify
Of a beginning of life
Unknown and an unending
Of life foretold,
Teaching without speaking,
saying without words.
Displaying a Power beyond us,
Unseen but felt, glory beyond
my weak physical Senses
Yet proven in your existence.
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