Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

I’m Dancin’ Again

I’m dancin’ again!
Through the pain,
And through the tears,
I’m dancin’ again.

Because the dead are raised to life,
And peace will come through fearful strife,
Because the wrong will come to right —
I’m dancin’ again.

Because my heart,
Though so confused,
Is slowly, gently being infused
With grace, and truth, and light.

Because the pain is for my good,
Because He’s always understood,
Because with God I really could —
Learn to dance again.

Because the cross will cure my sin,
Because He’ll bring me peace within,
The peace that silences the din —
I’ll dance again!

Poem and Equation

Though not so black and white,
In general:

You are the scientist;
I am the poet.

You are the measurer;
I go by the ebb and flow.

You like rules and laws;
I like intuition.

You reason;
I emote.

Two ways of looking at reality —
Both are needed.

Both poem and equation
Show the beauty of creation.

More Amazed

Every day
I’m more amazed
That I have lived
Another day.

The world’s still here;
I’m still alive.
God’s mercy
Helping me to thrive.

It’s not that I’ve
Been gravely ill.
Not quite so old —
Nor over the hill.

He’s just surprised me,
Still walks beside me,
He’s keeping me here —
The purpose not clear.

Amazing grace,
How sweet the sound.
My destiny
Is heaven bound.

Speechless

How can I speak of Your love, Lord?
Your patience to people of earth?
How do we understand Your ways?
And grasp Your incredible worth?

How can I tell of Your mercy?
Express your gentleness great?
How to tell how You saved me?
From tortuous, miserable fate?

How do I shout from the rooftops?
Your patience long-suffering, kind?
How to continue in silence? —
In You, endless wonder I find.

How to heal misunderstanding?
How to love those who hate?
How to forgive all the heartache?
My unrest let me finally forsake.

Mistakes were made,
It wasn’t my fault.
The only problem
Is that I got caught.

I never lie,
I don’t prevaricate,
Well, sometimes a little —
I might fabricate.

Shame, embarrassment,
Cover-up, hide.
It’s only human
To feel guilt inside.

To let it go,
Confess the deed.
Must own your problem,
And then you’re freed.

Shatter the Darkness

Shatter the darkness,
Bring searing light.
Break all the bondage
With holy might.

Rend all the ramparts,
Strongholds of fear;
Bring understanding —
With wisdom draw near.

Strengthen our weakness,
Your courage now give.
Cleanse with Your Spirit
Our madness and sin.

Strike now our enemy,
Make him forlorn;
Let all his strongholds
Be tattered and torn.

Give us Your power;
Your spirit embue.
Without you, dear Jesus,
There’s naught we can do.

The Wanderer

Lost in the desert,
Mouth parched and dry,
Wandering always,
Wondering why.

Shadows approaching;
Must keep at bay —
Walk toward the sunlight;
On the path stay.

Desperate searching,
Cold from the chill.
Is all this wandering
Really Your will?

Increase my faith,
My sins forgive.
Make my path straight,
So I can live.

Too Much Me

There’s too much Me,
It’s plain to see —
On this we can agree.

Too much of Self,
Let’s put it on the shelf —
My soul needs help.

It’s by God’s grace
I can embrace
The truths I need to face.

So thanking Him
Comes peace within;
Begin again.

A Psalm for Today

Dance, dance,
Dance to the Lord.
Sing and shout His praises always —
Dance to the Lord.

God has visited His people!
He has not abandoned us;
He has not left us orphaned.

He is a sure Boat in troubled water,
A Rock in shifting sands,
A Bridge across deep chasms;
He is our Life Preserver.

Though violence is all around me,
He will keep my soul safe.
Though my body be ravaged,
He will not abandon me.

Though He brings us low,
He will again raise us up.
Though He chastises,
He will again comfort us.

God’s Word lives forever;
It cannot die.

Who can know the ways of the Lord?
Give all to Him,
And He will make your paths straight.

I Do Not Speak Your Language

[Not sure if this poem reflects my spiritual or psychological state – maybe both 🙂 ]

I do not speak your language;
I only speak in rhymes.
Perhaps I’m from another world,
Or from another time.

Perhaps I am an alien,
Or my brain is wired wrong.
I cannot speak too plainly,
I’d rather sing a song.

I’m from another universe,
Or country far away.
Struggling bravely to converse —
Withhold what I could say.

I’m singing songs to Jesus;
I’m praying in my mind.
My eyes are turned to heaven,
That country so sublime.

So please be patient with me;
I need to learn to see
Reality, and firmly be
Both here and heaven bound.