“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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“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).

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

“If God opened our eyes…”

 

If God opened our eyes,

what would we see?

Armies of heavenly hosts

championed to defend me.

 

Armed and geared

in heaven’s glow and might,

commanded to protect

through the perils of the fight.

 

Unseen, yet seen

through eyes of faith.

Chariots of fire

to protect the way.

 

Real guards, by heaven’s charge,

stand at the ready.

Heirs of salvation to keep,

and help hold them steady.

 

In this fight

we are never alone.

We see that God protects us

from His heavenly throne.

“Do not fear, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them,” 2 Kings 6:16, NKJV

“Stand Your Ground!”

Stand your ground, be firm,

don’t settle or rest.

Wear your resolve as an emblem

mounted on your chest.

 

You know who you are.

You know Who knows you.

And, you know in your heart

you have nothing to prove.

 

Don’t let their words sway

how you feel about self.

Don’t let their thoughts control –

For time will tell.

 

Your character, your work,

will speak for your stand.

Believe in who He made you,

perfectly planned.

 

Opinions of others,

their views of you,

pale in comparison

to Creator of skies so blue.

 

Let them judge and baulk,

throw verbal stones at you.

You are committed in faith

and God will see you through.

 

So, stand in your beauty

from the inside out.

Rest your heart in God’s thoughts,

under your feet, place their doubts.

“Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.  Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;).”  Hebrews 10:22-23

 

“Joy Is Coming In The Morning!”

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Poem – “Before”

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Before . . .
Before any pain . . .
Before any disappointments . . .
Before any tragedies and hurts . . .
Before any suffering . . .
Before any upsets . . .
Before any misunderstandings and curse . . .
 
God knew you and formed you and created you to be,
a child victorious; sanctified to lead.
 
What you see right now is not all there is,
God designed you with potential for such a time as this.
 
He created and filled you with anointing for the task.
don’t let what you see make you question and ask,
“Is this me? Do I make a difference? What’s the point of it all?”
You have it in you to succeed; to climb mountains so tall.
 
Believe more in His design of your life
over any proposed animosity and strife.
Believe His perfect plan for your life will win out –
therefore, shhh . . .  silence the voice of doubt.
 
He formed you; He knew you; He brought you to be.
Go ahead and claim it – you’re a child of victory!
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you . . .” – Jeremiah 1:5, NKJV
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“Worship!”

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Worship is how we honor God,

taking the mind off of self.

It’s the moving of the soul and spirit,

of His goodness and praises to tell.

 

Worship is how we lift Him up,

to the place where He belongs.

In worship, we close our eyes to the world

to sing our heavenly song.

 

Worship gives Him the glory

that is due His holy name,

With all the hosts of heaven enjoined

in Him our salvation we claim.

 

Darkness and troubles try to trample it out

but my worship still remains.

Through rain and floods, and storms a gale

my worship is still the same.

 

Through trials and tests, pain and sorrows,

it causes my worship to grow.

Hard nights and long days,

praise in my life I do sow.

No matter what’s going on around you

God is still worthy to be praised.

With hearts bowed down and eyes closed

with my hands, do I raise.

 

Stepping into worship I empty my heart

of all my cares and woes.

For He is the One who brings me out.

Of this, I surely know.

 

Getting rid of all the strife,

in worship do I release.

Putting Him on a pedestal

as my whole, my centerpiece.

God is good and God is great,

in worship, that’s what we do.

By and by, life goes on.

But won’t you worship Him, too!

“Give unto the LORD the glory due His name,” Psalm 29:1

“The God Who Touches Me . . .” | Inspirational Christian Poetry

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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.