Monday, July 27, 2015

Music Box, The 7-27-15


I prayed for peace,
I prayed for me,
I questioned God
to some degree.
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I loved to entertain myself
so took the small box from the shelf.
I carefully, the dust, removed
from ev'ry little, tiny groove.

Beholding it for quite awhile,
I cherished its antique-ish style.
Can this old box, this afternoon,
play once again, its pretty tune?

Familiar songs with tiny chimes
are like a poet's perfect rhymes.
I hear the clock, its 'ticks' and 'tocks',
then slowly open music box.

It's been some years since it has played,
but soon a simple sound it made.
Through tears of joy and tears of love,
it's grandma now I'm thinking of.

Though she won't sing here anymore,
her music plays as years before.
Her praises in harmonic chord
lift ever higher to the Lord.

The heavens call, emotions float,
on each and ev'ry fragile note.
But decades passed... so many years.
She's often lost among my tears.

Though mem'ry dim, I can recall -
her Godly ways, her life and all.
Her music box is all I've got -
and like my Lord, it changes not.

He doesn't change.  He never fails -
despite my storms, despite His nails.
In tune with peace and love for me,
God answers prayers so faithfully.

Before I place it back on shelf,
committed, I will humble self.
So blessed I am,  I praise His name.
My life will never be the same.
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As in the past,
God answers right.
I close the lid...
and hold it tight.

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Thursday, July 23, 2015

This Wide World 7-23-15


Is this wide world a better place,
or have I made it worse?
Is my life something God can bless -
or is it just a curse?
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Frustrated, I so often am
when I help those in need -
because when they have turned on me -
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when I see thieves succeed -
and politicians turn blind eye.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when I see Christian seed -
'hawking' books or their CDs..
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when I see drugs and 'weed' -
killing off our naive youth.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when enemies are freed -
only to come kill again.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when no one cares to lead -
like Moses, the great prophet did.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

No, everyone just seems to roam
where profits feed their greed -
instead to where downtrodden are.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Who sacrificed Himself for this!?
Did our Lord have to bleed?
I pray today we're one with Christ.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.
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Is this wide world a better place,
or have I made it worse?
Is my life something God can bless -
or is it just a curse?

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Sunday, July 12, 2015

Without A Single Fear 7-12-15


While resting in a field of grass,
I pray, "Almighty God,
The breezes blow in constant waves.
I find it somewhat odd -
I find it odd that grasses bend
and give in to the breeze.
I find it odd that they don't fight,
Are they the least of these?"

God's answer was immediate
as I searched deep inside.
Did I move with the breezes too?
Did I have faults to hide?
Did breezes blow me to and fro?
Did I bend as the field?
Do sins of old and sins anew
keep me from being healed?

Determined then to live correct
in world that isn't 'just' -
I must live life as Jesus did.
Forgiveness is a must.
Oh, there's no doubt that I was wronged
and plagues will follow me,
but faithfully I'll follow Him
and live life reverently.

With elbow on soft, velvet grass
and hand against my ear,
while resting on the greenest slope,
my wishes disappear.
Earth passes now, or so it seems,
as I am resting here,
without concern or troubled angst,
without a single fear.

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Friday, July 3, 2015

Creation's Clue 7-3-15


Accept, do I, the words I've heard,
with most correct, but some absurd?
Accept, do I, decision's fate
and all the problems I create?

Accept, do I, the sunset's hue,
that grass is green and leaves are too?
Accept, do I, my primrose path,
my grave mistakes that mandate wrath?

Accept, do I, the brilliant rose,
that it is covered when it snows?
Accept, do I, that winters bring
a certain death 'til warming spring?

Accept, do I, a baby's smile
and baby's laugh that's so worthwhile?
Accept, do I, all I behold,
that truth and love are good to hold?

Accept, do I, creation's clues,
so why not my Creator too!?
Accept, do I, confession's face,
repentant tears, redeeming grace?

Accept, do I, the guilt I hold,
that as days pass, I'm getting old?
Accept, do I, my sovereign God
before I'm laid here under sod?

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