Poetry

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“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost.” Titus 3:5

 

“Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.” James 2:17

 

There is a kind of faith that does not save, and the only way for you or me to distinguish between the faith of Christ Jesus that saves, and a faith that may profess Christ but does not save, is by what that faith produces.

 

Jesus said, “Yes, just as you can identify a tree by its fruit, so you can identify people by their actions.” Matthew 7:20 NLT

 

Yes; it is possible to have a false assurance of salvation, meaning that we could think we are saved when in fact we are not. Jesus makes this point very clear in several passages. One such passage is Matthew 7. In verses 22 & 23 He said,  “Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!”

How horrifying would that be? God’s love should compell us to compassionately speak the entire truth to all. Yes, that’s right, when we do speak it, we’ll not be very popular with the world, and with many who have joined themselves to the church and yet are still of the world—they don’t know the real Jesus Christ.

 

“The faith that saves is that which actively produces the virtues of Christ within the believer.”

 

These virtues of godliness perform, they do stuff—they are active. The working of His Holy Spirit within is reproducing all the attributes of God in those who belong to Christ. It is called being sanctified—set apart from the world to become holy, just as He is holy. Our works of righteousness can never save us. But the reason God saved us is so that we can and will do good works (Ephesians 2:10).

 

Enjoy these beautiful lines from “The Book of Praise.”

 

Tis from the mercy of our God

That all our hopes begin;

His mercy saved our souls from death,

And washed our souls from sin.

His Spirit, through the Savior shed,

Its sacred fire imparts,

Refines our dross and love divine,

Rekindles in our hearts.

Thence raised from death, we live anew;

And justified by grace,

We hope in glory to appear,

And see our Father’s face.

Let all who hold this faith and hope

In holy deeds abound;

Thus faith approves itself sincere,

By active virtue crowned.

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God’s Mysterious Ways

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Today I wanted to share with you one of the great poems of old which expresses the poignant thoughts of many of Jesus’ Saints down through the years. I find it evocative,  stirring deep feelings of awe and filled with reverant compulsions to worship our mighty God. Enjoy.

 

 

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm. 

 

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will. 

 

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head. 

 

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face. 

 

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r. 

 

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain. 

 

William Cowper, 1774  

Copyright Public Domain

 

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Have a great day, and God Bless You!

 

 

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Heart Auction

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I’d actully forgotten about this draft for a post, written…who knows how long ago? Right now I’m living my next instructive post. It’s something I do before-hand, to make certain it’s what God wants me to say and share. When He teaches me something I have to really taste it first—kick the tires, if you will. I have no special connection to the Almighty that’s not available to each of us, I simply do a lot of heart & soul searching and spend lots of time in prayer. It always seems to begin with me being really sad and mourning over my mistakes and sins. But God is such a loving Father and always transforms my sorrow into the most awesome joy! It’s difficult to describe what happens in the Spirit—that’s something everyone simply has to experience for themselves. I pray that each one reading here knows Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. There’s just no other way.

 

Heart Auction

 

The loneliest heart sits throbbing in ice

Flotsam in vast sea—I paid love’s huge price,

As crowds press from every side to hear,

The auctioneer taking bids for me, dear.

A bared soul before the gawking masses,

Their love appears as frozen molasses,

Every hand outstretched to receive,

Bidding “Ten for the slave-heart so naïve.”

 

With beet reddened face hung low as can be

I know there are none who want me, as me.

 

From clear blue skies thunder voice crashes,

Hushes all, and all other bids smashes.

“For this beautiful heart I give my life,”

“I’ll sanctify her and make her my wife.”

 

The voice, the Savior’s, sweet Jesus my King,

He gave me His joy and makes me to sing,

Forever He’s now my everything.

 

Inviting He calls, “All who are teary,”

“Come unto me, all you who are weary,”

“All who are sore, heavy heart burdened,”

“Believe I arose, am God, my words and,”

“The life I give is free and abundant.”

 

Your price has been paid, in white you’ll be dressed,

Come taste of His love and He’ll give you rest.

 

This heart is still bare, its beauty to share,

Transformed by the Master with hands that care.

He heals hurting hearts who simply believe,

Soon He is coming, His bride to receive.

 

 

 

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Please Title This

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I’m in need of my reader’s help. I don’t think I’ll ever claim to be a poet, though every so often I write something I call a poem—lines with a message. My hope is that someone will offer a suitable title to the following group of lines, which I’m daring to call a poem. To make a suggestion for a title, please comment below, or contact me via Wordpress, or carrier pigeon—maybe a message in a bottle tossed into the sea? You’re the boss.

 

Having read reams of poetic history and didactic guidance blogs, how-to books and the like, I still have no great technical know-how when it comes to poetry. But perhaps someone who is a real poetry afficianado will recognize this type of poetry and know the degree of difficulty in creating it. I do thank God for the modern free-style poetry, which seems to have no reason and often no rhyme, but I’m a big fan of rhyme…all the time. Don’t get me started. In response to me getting stuck talking in rhyme, I worry that my wife’s eyeballs are going to get permanently fixed in an upward roll, as if she’s visually inspecting something up inside her brain.

 

I have lots of favorite poems and poets. But the one poem that always puts me in a creative dream state and sets me to attempting another poem of my own, is: Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.” He was a poet!

 

I have an intriguing article waiting to be posted, but there appears to be greater response when I post poetry, than there is for my straight up sharing what I’ve learned from God, and what I’ve experienced in this often-times challenging world. And so, I’m injecting this piece at the top of the queue. I am determined to be a blessing to the world—I will figure it out. And, glorify my God while exalting the name of Jesus Christ.

Here’s my latest… poem?

 

 

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Darkness is slain by light

When fright turns into fight,

Where what you once knew reads wrong

Replaced by truth’s sweet song

 

Now you’re free, now you can see

With eyes piercing the dark

Free to roam—yet you are home

Truth has made you the spark

 

Once hemmed in by error

Lies were like prison flies

No more in constant terror

Alary, fly through skies

 

Your vast space is limitless

Love is your impetus

Truth is love that’s fully lit

Glowing heart, now you are smart

Attracting souls to knit

 

Light is truth and truth is love

Must, if it’s love, have trust

What comes from heaven above

You’re so much more than dust

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Rosy Prose

Sailing

 

I’m sailing away,

Into this painting,

Unfurling the canvas,

Rolled out in my mind.

The waves crash silently,

My ship rolls in a gentle sway,

Like two lovers on a dance floor,

Two moving as one—united in heart.

Pulsating rhythms of this dream,

Rapture me into the rays of the sun,

As it, sizzling, kisses the sea’s horizon.

I have company here,

Attending my mellow whims:

The clouds are all puffy,

Azure turns red, and then blue overhead,

Feathery wings tip in salute,

The waves are waving at me,

The dolphins smile at me,

I like it here,

Just me, my friends, and the sea.

 

 

While the real beauty of art lies in the viewer’s, or hearer’s personal perceptions, sometimes the artist is aiming at something specific. Whether it be a painting, a poem, prose, melody,  or another form, we hope to inspire, or to solicit deeper thought, and sometimes it is simply meant to encourage and appeal to pleasantry. Here, I am aiming for a certain pleasant sensation that one may experience when paying heed to the awesomeness of God’s glorious creations.

I felt the same way as I stood on a high precipice gazing down into the Grand Canyon at the Colorado River below. It’s as if God sets off a spark in the soul which seems to say, “Can you see me now?”

Perhaps, you too have felt it before. Maybe you weren’t sure what caused you to feel that warm embrace—it seemed so spiritual, as you beheld beautiful wonders on the earth, in the sea, or in the skies above?

 

 

And you shall seek me, and find me, when you shall search for me with all your heart.

Jeremiah 29:13

 

 

 

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Bucket List

Adventure

WANDERLUST

 

I have reached an age where I don’t mind exposing my strangeness, and if you are among my breed of writers, you know how we must bare our souls in print. If, that is, we are to write anything compelling, poignant or interesting. There’s not much nuance to this straight forward piece, and I was in a nostalgic state of mind when I wrote it. I just hope some of you will relate to “Bucket List”.

 

Don’t know how many days until that bucket stubs my toe,

But I know there’s lots of things I want to do before I go.

Though life can be real tough there’s softness in the rain,

Her tender kisses like poetry to strengthen through the pain.

 

Oh the list is mighty long—there’s so much I haven’t seen,

Crystal sands of islands never walked with waters blue and green.

Verdant fields of flowers softly wooing me by name,

Mountain streams with speckled trout and none of them the same.

 

So many unheard songs yet springing from this heart,

Lyrics of the singing soul the honey of life impart.

Horse and human explore together, wind on our grinning faces.

The roar of a Harley engine on scenic roads to all new places.

 

There’s characters to meet, and cultures I must taste,

This stone must keep on rolling, I have no time to waste.

From Atlantic to Pacific, the rivers and lakes between,

My soles are worn with miles, while reveling in what I’ve seen

 

But today the nest is empty, just me

And my half that sits with me,

Like hobbling wires, all strength requires,

And to travel I’m no longer free.

 

Bring out the billows to coax the embers of adventure,

Now I need a blender for cuisine to suit my fitted dentures.

Shod in unbroken squeaky leather, stiff, binding, new,

Nowhere to go, nothing fresh to do but ponder days that flew.

 

Lively prayer boils from my pew,

“Just once more” my intonations,

Let it blaze again—all that’s new,

See, hear, feel and taste, God’s creations

 

The rocker never was my style,

Though sunsets still amaze.

My keyboard speaks of many a mile,

Retelling adventurous days,

And of the God who walks with me,

And of His wondrous ways.

 

Lord knows when that bell shall toll for me,

When God shall toss that bucket

I’m ready for Him to chuck it

Just one kick, and I’ll be free.

 

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Reciprocal Healing

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Today I tackled my normal 

Intently viewing strangers 

Listening to sad and happy souls 

Sweet melodies of hearts 

Ever stretching impatient fingers  

Toward comfort, acceptance, gladness 

 

Probing a refracted image 

Peeling back layers of façade 

Unveiled tender, vulnerable, me 

In shades darkened by misery 

I studied who I am 

 

Strange, how poorly I can see 

When perusing the heart of me 

How clear an image is portrayed 

In stranger’s hearts displayed 

Until it comes to my own 

 

Again I flee the inner me 

Finding solace  

Blindness to the mirror 

Soothing  

Somebody else’s woes 

A balm 

Ignoring my own 

 

 

Strange, someway, I know not how 

Miracles of healing within  

The inner me, when only I see 

Others’ needs 

When warmly caring for thee 

Somehow, I too am made whole. 

 

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My Champion

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The soul of shallow thought makes it onerous to emote that heart, seeing that they will little understand. But those who through the turmoils of life’s stormy seas have been battered about—the ones who have risen up to meet those challenges and came out the other side as stalwart souls…they are easier. For these have true life experiences that sharpened their intellect. Besides, they read and study to be winners in this game of Olympic proportions. They have scars to show their hard learned discernment. And it is to these, to you, that I present this piece that was written during a season of dark and stormy trials, when the forces of wickedness had assaulted me with a power like unto a juggernaut. The piece is short, because it moves swiftly, and concisely.

 

My Champion

 

Against me came the dark of night,

With fangs that oozed with hate,

It paralyzed with chilling fright,

Served up on a dirty plate.

 

“How dost such evil haunt me so,

To forage through my being?

Malignant fingers interpose,

And no place I find for fleeing.”

 

“What power ere can rescue me,

And free me from this curse?

To march through hell for liberty?

Traverse this muck adverse?”

 

Yes One! I heard there was but One,

With such ability,

He uses love to overcome,

And He lavished it on me.

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Through the night, dispelling light,

To pierce the heart of dark.

A curse was He, upon a tree,

The price to make me free!

 

The laughing thunder rolled,

He holds the keys to life!

Now, death has lost its hold!

My Victor is Jesus Christ.

 

 

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Dog & Butterfly

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I’m taking here a moment to appreciate life in all of its wondrous glories. So I’m calling this another interim post, as I continue preparing the next post in the Bible Origin series.

But first I hope to expound the wisdom of remembering that:

 

What we do today will definitely fashion our tomorrows.

 

On the other hand, we can become so caught up in preparing for our tomorrows that we can miss out on the joys of today, and that’s what this little tale is about. I hope you will have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. Blessings!

A Moment of Life

 

There is no other day than today

No other moment as now 

I had to be reminded 

A puppy showed me how.

 

The sun rose to its mighty strength 

Warmly proclaimed its goodness

Blazing colors of infinite length

Dancing in its beams of gently falling light. 

 

Forest green and lime and jade 

Lemon yellows crashing 

Richest browns to ecru fade 

Against a shocking scarlet hue. 

 

The mighty canopy above  

Its bluest blue bequeathed 

Caressing billowy white with love 

Creating sculptures made of cotton.

 

Trees rose up all waving  

Their many arms outstretching 

Like yawns of comfort savoring 

The sun’s bright life rays catching. 

 

Melted into a grassy field, 

My mind beheld the flowers, 

To eyes the tender petals yield 

Their beauty, their visual powers. 

 

Then sprung yips of high delight 

A puppy bouncing into sight 

About the bladed carpet there

Chasing dreams without a care. 

 

An alary monarch  

Alit playful on his nose 

Humbly wearing that royal hue  

Waving flags of striking blue. 

 

Delighting in his youthful foray, 

That enchanted puppy squealed, 

As flitting off, the butterfly,  

Went zigging cross the field, 

With doggy pouncing, always late, 

Gleeful panting, effortless gait. 

 

Round about the romp persisted, 

The chase too cute to fathom, 

To join the lark I had resisted, 

Waves of gladness rolled in tandem. 

 

Aviary symphonies rose, 

Sprightly melodies fashioned, 

Tufted spectators cheering, 

Me loving where I’m stationed. 

 

I lived within that moment, 

An eon of life enjoyed, 

In just one moment of this day, 

A lifetime of thankful joy. 

 

 

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Greet the Morning

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Hello world. It’s me. I’m awake and wondering what today will bring. I recall my purpose for living, and somehow know that it is fulfilled by loving. Then God reminds me that what I do, and what I say will influence what tomorrow produces. It’s that thing about sowing and reaping. I have many friends in the Appalachian Mountains, and I love their down home wit and wisdom. One such friend said, “Ya can’t plant maters and expect to get taters” (tomatoes & potatoes). Yes, it’s the same principle Jesus taught.

I’m nothing great when it comes to poetry, but my prose sometimes will shine. I wrote down the following lines this morning.

Greet the Morning

When fresh waves of joyous light are born, all auspicious dawns

Tender thoughts awake the morn, upon God’s love as floating swans

When the glory-clad sun summits, truth and mercy lace fingers,

United they enter humble hearts, grace infused in spirit singers,

And all creation dances in beams of loving truth,

As wisdom then advances, and renews each mind with youth.

 

I do enjoy poetry, and as I bask in the genius of past greats and also contemporary thinkers, I grow. Today I reread this wildly popular poem by David Bates. Enjoy.

Speak Gently

Speak gently! — It is better far

To rule by love, than fear —

Speak gently — let not harsh words mar

The good we might do here!

Speak gently! — Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship’s accents flow;
Affection’s voice is kind.

Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: —
It may not long remain.

Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear —
Pass through this life as best they may,
‘T is full of anxious care!

Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!

Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!

Speak gently to the erring — know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!

Speak gently! — He who gave his life
To bend man’s stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, ‘Peace, be still.’

Speak gently! — ‘t is a little thing
Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.

Have a Supremely Blessed Day! 

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