“Whatever!”

 

Whatever is a word
used with disregard;
it comes as an answer
when life seems hard.

Whatever is a comfort
I take to heart;
a word I treasure
when life falls apart.

 Whatever covers
all my pain and sorrow.
Whatever sows seeds
of hope for tomorrow.

Whatever, no matter
what the burden is,
I cast them to Him,
and now they are His.

I don’t have to worry,
I don’t have to fear;
shouldered upon His love,
whatever the frets, they disappear.

 “Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you,” 1 Peter 5:7

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“The God Who Touches Me…”

 

The God who touches me is the God who loves me.
Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.

He carries my soul in His hand day by day.
He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.

He covers me in light that shields from the dark.
He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.

He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.
My safety; my salvation came at His high price.

The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.
His love on display is the grandest show.

In it we see eternity play out.
His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.

On His throne He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.
Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.

The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.
As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.

To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.
His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.

Taking me to heights in heaven to know,
where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.

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“How Many Times?”

How many times have I missed the mark?
How many times have I chosen the dark?

How many times have I despised what’s right?
How many times have I lived for the night?

How many times has my life taken an ugly turn?
How many of your graces did I willingly spurn?

How many times do you love me still?
How many times do You draw me to do Your will?

How many times has Your Spirit poured out,
To quench the thirst of this soul in drought?

How many times, in my life, Your victories have won,
To reach in and save me by the blood of Your dear Son?

How many times have you drawn me to stay
By Your side, because You’re the only way?

How many times have you redeemed me from my sinful plight,
To allow me to relish in Your Son’s holy light?

How many times can I say I love You?
Numbering them one by one just won’t do!

How many times is a question I ask,
Because keeping this soul is an awesome task.

How many times . . . oh, I’m so grateful You do,
Never to give up on a love between me and You.

 “For a righteous man may fall seven times and rise again,” Proverbs 24:16

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“Precious Lord, take my hand…”

 

Precious Lord,
take my hand,
and lead me through
this desert land.

Where hope seems dismal
and love fades.
But, You are my shelter.
Your heart is my shade.

Each step I walk,
I am found with You.
You hold me, You guide me.
You carry me through.

No matter the dreariness
of the land ahead.
I have no reason
to fret or dread.

My hand in Yours,
we keeping walking through.
Til I arrive in that City
whose destination is true.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.”

Psalm 23:4

And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.  My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.  I and my Father are one.”

John 10:28-30

“My Redeemer Lives!”

 

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When fear surrounds
And questions lurk
And doubt becomes
A prevalent force
When troubles prevail
And night overtakes day
And my times feel lost
At the end of my course

When hope slips, memories fade
I grab hold to pull You near,
To hear what You have to say
My Redeemer lives are the words I read
The whispers that encourage
The strength to stay

Sitting in the ashes and dust
Friends, miserable comforters
In companions, no trust
Alone and desolate
Vacant from a touch of love
My eyes raise in prayer
Seeking from Him that is above

Back down on the pages
In Your Word, I read,
My Redeemer lives
Someone somewhere is thinking about me
A revelation to encourage
A truth to behold
My Redeemer lives, there I am told

Guess what, all hope is not lost
Though turbulent waves crash
And my life feels tossed

Shine down, O Savior, I pray
When my understanding fails
Lift me from this dusty sorrow
Let Your might, Your love, Your truth prevail
Bless my soul, O My Hope for tomorrow

“FRAGILE!”

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Handle with care I wish I could post,
a stick it note to remind of what matters the most.

Distractions, directions unprofitable and robbing;
relentless in their unfocused pulling and prodding.

But my days are few upon this earth,
to make an impact of valued worth.

The reins have to be taken back;
no longer the less valuable plans to detract.

Focus, you only have one life to live.
Frail, is this only life to give.

Here today, and gone tomorrow;
let me cherish each one without resentment and sorrow.

Life is fragile and can break like a dam.
So, Lord teach me to measure my days, that I may know how frail I am.

To gain the worth of each day given.
This time on earth; this limited edition.

Invest in the works, the love and matters of the soul.
To fulfill His glory is our heavenly goal.

“LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am,” (Psalms 39:4).

“Despite It All!”

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Despite my failings,

my shortcomings and shame.

Despite my choices

from which heartaches did rain.

 

Despite the coldness

of my sometimes failing heart.

Despite the right path

of which I did depart.

 

Despite the apples

on the tree.

Despite the way

my sin views me.

 

Despite the world’s

proffered delicacies.

Despite the lies

on which I did feed.

 

Despite it all,

despite the mess.

Despite the feeling

of total brokenness.

 

He brought me out;

and for His glory,

restored me wholly,

magnifying His love story.

“Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit,” Psalm 51:12

People are Precious | Word For Life Says Poetry

No matter who they are

No matter the clothes they wear

No matter their lifestyle

No matter the style of their hair

People are precious

 

Whether they dwell in your house

Or you meet them on the street

Whether you pass by them in the car

Or, on the corner is their beat

People are precious

 

Whether they are cutting the lawn

Or sewing up scars

Whether they are behind the desk

Or living paycheck to paycheck

People are precious

 

No matter who you are

No matter who you greet

Inside each living being is a soul

Inside each, a heartbeat

 

Take care to love them all

And treat them with respect

Every man, woman, and child

From every nation, tongue, and dialect

 

Not one of us is perfect

We all make mistakes

Precious people see that people are precious

And extend His loving grace

“For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another.” 1 John 3:11

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“Will I Be Worthy?”

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Will I be worthy

in that day

when the clouds part

shining redemptive rays?

 

Will I be worthy

before the Son

rising with the saints

together as one?

 

Will I be worthy

to gain a crown,

with robes of righteousness

as my dressing gown?

 

Will I be worthy

to bask in that glory

when the books are opened

exposing my story?

 

Will I be worthy

to hear, “Well done;”

to enter for eternity

where’s there’s no need for sun?

 

Will I be worthy?

The answer is, “No,”

if on my own accord

I try to go.

 

My own works

can’t mark me as good,

but if on Christ’s sacrifice

I have stood;

my unworthy, sinful, scarlet state

counts me as worthy, by His grace.

 

“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Corinthians 6:11

“By Chance?”

I had no knowledge at the start

When my life began with that conceptive spark.

Did life happen instantaneously?

What’s the real story all about me?

Am I here by chance?

Has every road taken come by happenstance?

Am I just a flash in the pan?

What is the true story of who I am?

Here’s the deal, the real story.

I was created for His glory.

I am created by design

With His perfect plan for me in mind.

I was fashioned with special care;

My life, my eyes and sometimes frizzy hair.

To be His workmanship here on this earth,

To use my gifts till I return to dirt.

To be the life that He can work through;

All of my parts, all of me . . . and my special hue.

I am designed specially by His hand,

And nothing about me was left to chance!

“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them,” Ephesians 2:10