Friday, July 13, 2018

A Beautiful Rose 7-13-18


My love still continues to bloom like the rose -
for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -
than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,
than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,
than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,
than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

But memories trample as conscience awakes.
It's then I'm reminded of all my mistakes.
Regrets, I have many.  They give me great pain.
They pelt me like hail and they drive me insane.
If only the future could remake the past,
where I could relive it much diff'rent than cast -
in stone where it's buried and cannot breakout,
I'd free it most quickly and change it, no doubt.

For pain's overwhelming when past can't reverse.
From pit in my stomach, it couldn't be worse.
Though Jesus can heal all the greatest of pains -
He won't let it happen if I'm locked with chains
in guilt-ridden prison where I can't accept
forgiveness from actions when I was inept.
Grace breaks ev'ry chain so that I can't destroy
this beautiful rose of unspeakable joy.

If God could change hist'ry, if God made it so,
I'd treat her much diff'rent and clearly would know
that God's grace is priceless and made for such love
for all still in waiting and not there above.
Because she's not with me, there isn't a cure,
so pain grows beyond all that I can endure.
I'm sorry I hurt you and this I must share -
while Heaven awaits you, you're in ev'ry prayer.

So love still continues to bloom like the rose -
for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -
than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,
than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,
than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,
than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

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Saturday, July 7, 2018

My Cheap & Paltry Skies 7-7-18


While I was thinking I was good,
in church while singing hymn -
my Lord was getting tortured so,
as they were whipping Him.

While boss was just not being fair
and I held righteous wrath -
my precious Lord lugged heavy cross
barefoot on stony path.

While I was wishing for a house
and dreaming how it'd be -
my Lord was tied and nailed tight
to hard and rugged tree.

While I stared at the deep blue sea
then wanted boat instead -
my Lord received more agony
by thorns forced on His head.

While I had found a car for sale,
a nice and perfect ride -
my Lord cried out in gruesome pain
long hours before He died.

While in anticipated dreams,
a playoff game begins.
My Lord, though, wasn't in the game,
but took away my sins.

While I was taking selfies here
and holding high, my phone -
the people thought they buried Him
behind one heavy stone.

I'm now regretting sinful ways,
collapsing in my cries.
My Lord has paid and rose above
my cheap and paltry skies.

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Sunday, July 1, 2018

Tell Me Why (2) 7-1-18


What charms my heart to butterflies?
What charms my heart to fly?
What charms my heart to loudly sing?
And can you tell me why?

What lures me to the water's edge?
What lures me to the lie?
What lures me to the ocean's depth?
And can you tell me why?

What makes a son do crazy things?
What makes a mom to die?
What makes a father distant so?
And can you tell me why?

What draws me to the pastures green?
What draws me to the sky?
What draws me to His loving arms?
And can you tell me why?

What drives my soul to worship Him?
What drives my eyes to cry?
What drives my love to do His will?
Please, can you tell me why?

What pulls my thoughts to greater thoughts?
What pulls emotions nigh?
What pulls my soul so Heavenward?
Now can you tell me why?

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Saturday, June 23, 2018

If I Was Jesus 6-23-18


Here's something we might think about
and something to discuss -
if born, we were, in Zero Year
and grew up as Jesus...
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If I was Jesus would I heal
the blind so they could see?
Or would I joke when stumbled they
and would I laughing be?

If I was Jesus would I heal
a crippled, withered hand?
Or would I buy some sandals new
and brand new clothes demand?

If I was Jesus would I feed
five thousand; fish and bread?
Or would I scold them, call them fools
and stuff myself instead?

If I was Jesus would I pray
for each and every one?
Or would I brag and boast a lot
of all that I had done?

If I was Jesus would I die
on cross set up for me?
Or would I show them who I was
and walk away painfree?

If I was Jesus would I rise
to Heaven up above?
Or would I store up treasures here
because I money love?

If I was Jesus would I care
for people still today?
Or would I care for only me?
What would I do and say?

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Saturday, June 9, 2018

The Lion & God's Nature 6-9-18


The Lion and God's nature seemed to be at odds one day.
Was it all depressing?  First, the lion had his say...
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"I hate the freezing morning!
I just shiver by the river!
I am so depressed."
The river's flow was somewhat slow.
Back its whisper, it was chipper,
"I am ever blessed."

The Lion roared, "My stomach needs
a meal with some appeal!
I am so depressed."
One little hare seemed not to care.
Through the meadow was the echo,
"I am ever blessed."

The Lion roared, "The sun is up and it's so hot!
I'm sweating and I'm thirsting!
I am so depressed."
A little chick with outstretched wing was heard to always sing,
"It's so adoring, sunshine's warming.
I am ever blessed."

The Lion roared, "This rocky ledge has windy edge!
Insufferable, I'm uncomfortable!
I am so depressed."
Sung through the leaves with autumn's breeze,
 though not with word, the Willow's heard,
"I am ever blessed..."

Then finally the Lion roared,
"Again I frown.  The sun is down!
Though rain is done, it wasn't fun!
I am so depressed."
But painted twilight sky was bright
in rainbow's hallowed spectrum's glow.
"I am ever blessed."
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The Lion and God's nature seemed to be at odds that day.
Was it all a blessing?  Lastly, nature had its say.

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Saturday, May 12, 2018

At Weakest Point 5-12-18


My precious little children
grew up so very fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
My little girl was precious,
a vibrant little flower.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this, my darkest hour?

My photos and mementos
have faded very fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
My keepsakes, lost forever,
have turned my stomach sour.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this, my darkest hour?

I worked hard for my family.
I built my business fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
My business, lost forever
and gone, my tallest tower.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this, my darkest hour?

All is gone and all is lost.
My life is fading fast.
Oh, why does time keep fighting me
and stealing all my past?
In fetal pose, you watch me now.
I fear, I shake, I cower.
So why has time come to a stop -
in this my darkest hour?

I find myself afloat on tears
that flow so very fast -
ignoring God who could have been
in all my sorry past.
At weakest point, He lifts me now
with His creative power!
And now I know why time has stopped -
in this, God's finest hour.

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Friday, April 20, 2018

Jesus Blessed 4-20-18


An ear of corn was bragging so
with kernels bright and gold.
"Just look at me!  Just look at me!"
he shouted loud and bold.

Well, this provoked the big, tall stalks
that stood there proud and tall.
"Without us you'd be rotting in
the field dirt, one and all.

The dirt felt somewhat slighted then
and said the bragging hurt.
You'd both be short and sickly if
not nourished by us dirt.

The water spoke up then to say
"There's something you should know.
Without the moisture from the rain
not one of you could grow."

The sun kept right on shining as
he heard the others boast.
He warmed the ground and ears of corn.
He knew what helped the most.

Humility was lacking, but
the truth the sun could see -
that all must work together long
before the corn could be.

The sun knew that not one of them
was better than the rest.
And each of them in their own way
was really 'Jesus blessed'.

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Sunday, April 8, 2018

It's So Unfair 4-8-18


My mom was simply wonderful.
She had a magic touch.
And mother loved my father too.
She loved him very much.

I never heard mom say a word
when dad would spend the funds -
though mom had many stressful days
to feed her hungry sons.

Recalling often all the ways
that she conceived a meal -
concoctions never mixed before,
ingredients unreal.

One bite would be like chewing foam,
the next so leather tough -
while I and brothers sitting there
would have to eat the stuff.

But weight upon the shoulders from
abuse is very great.
I think I have much empathy
but how can I relate?

I heard the whimpering at times.
I sometimes saw the tears.
It's so unfair to have such love
and then to persevere.

So many things are left unsaid.
What more must I explain?
Have I hurt someone like my mom?
Have I caused someone pain?

Who loves me more than mom loved dad?
What else is there to know?
How many tears does Christ still shed
because He loves me so?

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Sunday, March 25, 2018

Seasons 3-25-18


DEATH is the winter of sin and shame,
of pride and blame,
of guilty name,

of danger's ice,
of bad advice,
of heavy price.

LIFE is the springtime of seeds that toss,
of logs across,
of Christ on cross,

of blooming earth,
of our rebirth,
of valued worth.

WORK is the summer of fresh, clean rain,
of sweat and pain,
of growth and grain,

of appetites,
of peaceful nights,
of what excites.

LOVE is the autumn of harvesting,
of lauded sing,
of Thanksgiving,

of Heaven's grace,
of special place
and Jesus' face.

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Saturday, March 3, 2018

With Life Anew 3-3-18


Like Eden's garden, park was still.
A perfect place right up until -
the selfish played.

The lake was smooth, as smooth as glass -
but then a breeze came rolling past -
as they all played.

A dark cloud seemed to push the breeze
that whispered firmly to the leaves -
while they had played.

Then all the grasses wiggled too
and seemed to toy with breeze that blew -
as they had played.

A couple squirrels in a tree.
First I saw two, then I found three -
and they had played.

A couple toads jumped stone to stone.
Together, they were not alone -
and they had played.

Some floating leaves rose with each wave.
First up, then down, they'd misbehave -
as they had played.

We all endured the passing wind
that we had felt while others sinned -
when they had played.

And when the winds had caught my ear,
the storms of certain wrath were near -
while they had played.

The wrath of God was imminent
but habits fixed, were like cement -
so they still played.

The storm clouds, close, were now a threat -
but not a drop had fallen yet -
so still they played.

Then suddenly, a lightning blast -
brought thunder's roar and down-burst fast! -
so wet they played.

Unfaithful ones, now surely stuck,
were washed away in mudslide's muck.
T'was overdue...

But faithful ones above the sod
had found down-pouring grace from God
...with life anew.

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