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Wounded World

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.

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What Is the Beauty?

What is the beauty in a flower?
What draws me to its fragrant bliss?
All I can think, and only this —
It praises Father every hour.

Why do the mountains call to me?
Why so majestic, bold, and grand?
They often tell me of His plan,
His might and power, His purpose grand.

Why does the ocean call to me?
Why crashing waves do beckon still?
Only because my Savior’s voice
Is hidden in their mighty power.

Why do I till and dig the earth?
Now planting seeds that will give birth?
Because the seed that once seemed dead
Will bring new life upon the earth.

Now every day He speaks to me
In seed and flower, in meadows bright.
Though blind and deaf I tend to be
His light and love will make me right.

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Help Me Love You

Jesus, help me love You,
Help me live for You each day,
Put my life into Your hands,
With faith keep fear away.

Help me see the beauty
You made for me each day.
Recognize Your glory
In things that come my way.

See You in each moment,
In the clouds and sun.
See You in disguises
That all around me come.

See Your plan so awesome,
In joy and sadness praise.
See you both in drudg’ry
And pleasant things each day.

Put my trust completely
In Your plan so great.
Let me tell Your story
So all can contemplate.

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The Love Between Us (To My Husband)

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

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Delicate Flower

Swift Runner met Delicate Flower,
And under the silver moon,
He asked for her hand in marriage.

Their canoe flew swiftly
Over the waters,
Gliding smoothly, like oil
On the glass-still lake.

The storm came unexpectedly,
And when it was over,
He could not find
His beloved Flower.

She comes to him in dreams
On soft summer nights,
Gliding on the perfume
Of mock-orange flowers.

— April 22, 2012

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You Are Loved

[Written while watching the movie “Waste Land”, about people who pick through garbage to get recyclable materials, in Rio de Janeiro]

You are loved
in Jesus’ name.
It’s not your riches,
nor any fame.
Not what you did,
or didn’t do,
What things you own,
or your great school.

It’s not how many
friends you have —
No boyfriend, girlfriend?
don’t be sad.
Lift up your head,
Because you’re loved.

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In Wretched Stable

Light in the darkness,
Peace in the storm;
In wretched stable
Our Savior was born.

Forgiveness for sinners,
Hope for the lost;
Hatred now broken —
At unmeasured cost.

Love brought to sinners,
The ugly made whole;
To broken and battered
He shows heaven’s door.

Friend to the unlovely,
The lost and forlorn —
Caught now in sin’s prison,
The fetters are torn.

Come, all you people;
Sing now His praise.
The One who will save us
Is Jesus by name.

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The Lord Loves the Unlovely

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.

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Like the Beauty …

Rose pink and white

Like the beauty of a rose,
My heart unfolds.
The raindrops glistening in the sun
Tell stories of the past storm.

With thorns I may have pricked your hand;
I could not understand.

I hope the fragrance of my flower
Healed bleeding hand.

And when you plucked my rose so fair,
I could only lie there;
And let my beauty speak to you
Of love divine.

[Photo credit: http://www.hdwallpapersplus.com/free-rose-wallpaper.html ]

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Thanksgiving Prayer

I thank you, Lord,
For the gift of this new day.
You created me out of love,
And only out of love;
You did not need me.

Thank you, Lord,
For the warmth of the sun on my skin
And the chill in the air,
Which spurs me out of lazy inactivity.

Thank you for genuine friendship,
For without it life would be truly dreary.

Thank you, Lord,
For the people who somehow annoy me,
For they teach me unconditional love.

Someday, Lord,
I may be able to genuinely thank you
For those who have deeply hurt me,
For by Your grace,
And only by Your grace,
They have made me stronger,
More compassionate,
And able to empathize with others’ hurt.

Thank you, Lord,
For your patience with me, a sinner.

Thank you, Lord,
For all the hurts, trials, sufferings,
Annoyances, discomfort,
Awkwardness and shame;
For without these
I may never have looked for You,
And been complacent in my comfort.

By Your grace,
You make all things new again.

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