“Despite It All!”

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

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“Speak Blessings!”

 

Whipping about, lashing and hateful

This small member’s language is often fateful

For it strips and works to tear people down

Dropping their countenance to the ground

How often have we participated in the mess

When instead we could have used it to bless

To encourage, to lift, to exalt another

To enrich the lives of our Christian brother

To hold, to love, to show what’s right

Instead we often use it to fight

Wouldn’t it have been just as easy still

To bless according to God’s holy will

To show favor over mocking disdain

And love over inflicting pain

To build and nurture a life within

Instead of participating in this deadly sin

Whose pride causes a boast of self

Instead of nurturing to spiritual health

Speak blessings and help a life to grow

And you’ll reap the rewards from that life you did sow

“Let your speech always be with grace. . .”  Colossians 4:6

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“Worship!”

 

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

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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“It Should Be Me!”

 

It should be me there on that tree

to perish for all eternity.

Bearing the burdens of all my wrongs,

crying and wailing the sinner’s song.

 

It should be me who suffered on that night

bearing the brunt of the whipper’s stripes,

but when He looked down through the ages,

passing by the kings, wise men and sages,

He saw something special in me

that compelled Him to still mount that tree.

 

It should be me who readily paid the cost

because I was the one that was truly lost.

But Jesus didn’t see it that way,

which is why on this earth He could not stay.

Doing all at the Father’s holy will,

mounting higher and higher on Calvary’s hill,

He was lifted up that we might be free,

to draw men to Himself, that was the key.

 

It should be me is what we need to say,

because we are the sheep that have gone astray,

doing everything in our own stubborn way,

far from the King’s heavenly highway.

But Jesus stepped in looking down from the cross,

viewing with battered eyes all that were lost,

He and His Father they did agree,

for the world to be saved, it should be Me!

 

Thank you Jesus for stepping in for me!

 

John 3:17  “For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.”

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“FRAGILE!”

 

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).

“At Sunset”

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Rising high at noonday

And now reflecting as the day parts,

I have to ask myself once again

Do I have anger in my heart?

 

Fury, resentment, bitterness and rage

Have to quiet themselves at the disappearing rays.

Blowing tempests, harmful thoughts,

Into captivity these rogue ways are caught.

 

Troubled emotion into oblivion must fade,

It’s to the Lord’s command you must obey.

It’s time for the storms of the mind to rest

With healing and newness to come at sunset.

POEM – “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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“Little Birdie in the Tree”

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Little birdie in the tree

How often have you provoked jealousy

You seem so at ease with no cares or stress

To me your life looks free and so at rest

 

Is it because you have learned the secret

Where humans still strive

To live life as God created you

A life meant to trust and rise

 

 

We worry and fret over every little thing

When to the Lord we are commanded, our troubles to bring

He values us more than the bird in the tree

They don’t worry about what tomorrow will be

 

On the branch confidently they are perched

Be it a maple, an oak, or even a birch

They trust in Him to provide for the day

Are we not much better than they

 

“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?” (Matthew 6:26).

 

“My Redeemer Lives!”

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.

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