When anger festers,
When negativity soars,
Don’t you know it’s an open door?
To worms and snakes,
To thoughts that take
Over and make you squirm.
Don’t let that creeping thing
Take over.
Start over.
You don’t deserve,
You shouldn’t serve,
The god of criticism.
Wounded is this world
By sin and strife.
Unhappy people,
Unhappy lives.
Dissatisfied and —
At an unpeace.
Looking for something;
Needing release.
Compassion is needed —
Understanding, love.
God’s intervention,
Grace from above.
Love to your neighbor,
Give compliments.
Brotherly friendship,
It only makes sense.
Build up; don’t tear down.
Encourage; not bully.
Don’t take it personally;
Grudges are silly.
Now, if only I can
Take this advice,
I’ll be one person
Making things right.
Blest are the broken,
Shattered and torn,
Those who are weeping,
Those who now mourn.
In our deep sorrow
God is so near.
He walks beside us —
We need not fear.
From broken pieces
He now creates
Mosaic of His beauty —
Majesty great.
Be not ashamed now
Of broken heart.
Know that He loves you
And make a new start.
Love’s not so much about …
How good things feel,
Romantic fantasies,
The wildest ecstasies.
Love’s when I give to you;
And you give to me.
When I serve you,
And you serve me.
When I forgive,
And you forgive me;
And sometimes all above
Might not be simultaneously.
Love is when
We talk it out,
Shout it out,
Cast about —
Find a way
To understand,
For you and I,
God’s wondrous plan.
Love is not
The glitzy clothes,
The plastic-surgery nose,
The fishnet pantyhose,
The painted lips,
The swivelly hips,
And lacy slips.
Though those might have their place sometimes,
And not always to be condemned,
The love that’s everlasting, true,
Looks in the soul and finds a friend —
Another soul with which to view
The world — both hand in hand
Until life’s destined end.
— September 29, 2013
Great and awesome, mighty God,
You who made the heavens and earth,
And every soul that comes to birth.
We do not understand Your ways,
Oblique to every mind are they.
How often we misspend our days.
We struggle, strive, to keep alive.
We fight, we hate, offense do take,
‘Til understanding comes – too late?
Your mercy, grace, so fathomless;
Your justice, anger, so restrained,
Until the time You have ordained.
Your patience for us wayward souls,
Your love expressed a thousand-fold —
Infinity we now behold.
How do we You now comprehend?
How, small soul, your ways to mend?
His mercy triumphs in the end.
If all the stars like dust were blown
From palm of God upon the earth,
And fell like snow into the night —
Their glitt’ring shine,
Their silent birth —
And whispered quiet melody
Of dancing angels
Far and wide,
Of tinkling, tiny, windy chimes —
They sing to me
Of happy times.
Oh, universe
Now will burst forth,
In praise and song
To God divine.
The Lord loves the unlovely,
And sinners He will bring to grace.
How dimly do we see,
With clouded eyes,
His purpose great.
His plan, His picture,
His canvas broad and wide,
His tapestry of colors,
Our fears do now belie.
While we are being molded,
Often unaware,
He paints His colors lovely —
Take heart; do not despair.
Tenderly He fashions
Exquisite work of art.
To soul, though torn and shattered,
His healing will impart.
Oh, drink the healing waters;
Oh, come and do partake.
Let all His love enfold you,
And fear do now forsake.
I’ve retreated
To a quiet place;
Just need my space.
Too many things
Are coming at me;
I cannot think.
Different voices,
Different choices;
Who’s telling the truth?
All sincerely,
Intensely believing;
Is someone lying?
Focus on Jesus,
He’ll never leave us.
Our mighty God!
My life is perfect;
I have no fears.
No qualms or worries,
No sighs, no tears.
While others fret
And have their crises,
I do not care;
I do my own thing.
I did it all
With my own sweat.
No help from others,
With no regret.
I don’t need God;
He’s for the weak.
My own glory
Do I seek.
But there’s one thing
I must admit.
It’s kind of lonely
Where I sit.
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