Lilies of the field - summer

Lilies of the field

so peaceful, fair the flowers

satisfied by sunshine

sprinkled by the showers

stroked by the nurturing breeze

living hour by hour.

Lord, clothe me like the lilies

resting solely within Your power.

Wiped the Tears - summer

Has anyone ever really wiped the tears from your eyes?

Placed their finger tenderly on your face

removing the sorrow and fear from that place?

So the Lord has promised

(how we’ve longed for it here)

it’s not a figurative form of tears

He will touch us every one

with the comfort of His being near. 

Revelation 21:4

Natural Warmth - summer

The love of our Lord is a natural warmth

akin to summers reaching rays,

enveloping, holding, keeping us close

with His inviting ways.

Embracing us in soothing peace

no wicked wind from which we pull away

Keep us in your abiding glow

and don’t ever let us go…

A Touch from Afar - spring

If the sun can touch the tops of trees

when it rises and when it sets;

He will reach out to me

in kindness

He will not forget.

Undeserving, of friends defiled,

depending on Him

to know I'm worthwhile.

It's lonely here

so I live with desire

for assurance from Him,

a touch that's inspired.

peck peck peck

Sounds of spring.

peck peck peck

It will soon have wings.

peck peck peck

It's about to appear,

just like a chick emerging,

new,

spring is finally breaking through

this sky of robin eggs blue!

When the snow fields soften
the birds begin to sing,

the trees stretch out awakening arms

as buds turn emerald green.

The sun lays long on sodden land 

and bids the seed to grow,

returning earth to harbor man,

to nourish and to sow.

So take me in and shelter me

from winter harsh and sad,

and carry me along with thee

a springtime heart

and glad...

Through the Pines - winter

Flurries through the pines

are free and in no hurry.

They flutter in the air

unlike other snow,

meandering merely on their own.

No wonders they cannot collect their thoughts

into accumulation as other snow is taught.

The lessons we could learn from flurries:

remain unique and

what's the hurry?

White robe of sunlit snow - winter

Oh white robe of sunlit snow,

it's of you our God is seen:
not with brown of sandy beach

or land of grassy of green.
Countenance like lightning,
God is described by saints of old,
hold the brilliance of the sun

for those of us below...
Oh white robe of sunlit snow,

the creator made you to show
His majesty and golden glow

to take us to the heavenly realms

with spritely sprays
over drifted waves
in His  purity we shall be saved.
Oh white robe of sunlit snow
Upon your sea - Gods Glory shown.

When Demands turn to Desire - winter

When demands turn to desire
we have found the childlike faith
in which we'll never tire.
Why should our view of the Father
be driven by what we see as His demands?
Why can't we instead be internally pleased 

by joyously following His commands?
Like any child who knows he has pleased
we're happy and peaceful,
our conscience is eased;
When what God wants becomes our own thirst,
we are one with Him
and can't be coerced.
Christ obeyed when in the form of man,
to show the grace and love of God
is the goal of the commands,
and all of this can be in us
through faith in His good and perfect will
for when demands turn to desires
we are, with Him, fulfilled.
 

Romans 12:2 -Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

Some Day... - winter

I have lost no less than 4 friends since 2015 began...

2 were elderly saints but one was my closest childhood and personal friend I've ever had - we were born in the same month and the other friend was from college - 2 years younger than I. 

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I write this in their memory as we all must think of our passing  - some day.

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There will only be praise

some day - some day

no need of scripture

no need to pray

only praise - only praise

will be heard there

far deeper than happiness

beyond all joy

with music and words in infinite ways

only praise - only praise

you need only lay eyes on the night sky and gaze

to begin now through the rest of you days

and into eternity

praise - only praise

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"Praise the Lord oh my soul..." Psalm 146:1

May this poem find its way to your heart through faith -

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Oh cold gray skies

descending

we shall not be deprived

of warmth or Light this glorious season

for the Christ child has arrived!

His love is all around

unending

we shall have joy

despite your pall

for God divine in

Jesus is sending

hope for us all.

  

Merry Christmas

Divinity

is reborn

renewing

the intimacy

that was torn

away when we chose to leave

and so betrayed

the Author of Love -

how our souls did decay...

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Divinity is reborn

let's run and renew

that intimate bond

of pure Love that is true

Life Eternal is only through He

who has been reborn -

God's Divinity.

Merry Christmas!

Smokin' out the back door

driven to drink,

yet I'm not as hard up

as you might think.

Jesus came a'callin' and Jesus died

with people just like me on His mind.

Now I'm comin' over to Him,

all of me and all my sins

'Cause anyone who can love me enough

to die like that

won't leave me a'sittin' where I'm at. 

falling sun - fall

The shadows have gone long,

so forlorn and worn -

summer's coming to an end.

Seamlessly it's slipping away,

daylight given to decay,

not my favorite season

but it may

redeem itself in some yet colorful way...

Oh how I love to write,

to hear some new stirring within my soul

but yet the sounds are never finished

always it’s beginnings

never reaching the new goal:

Here on earth is just the first verse

where is the chorus?

where is rest?

I know what God is saying…

wait, and have patience

for I am the best -

So when I get to heaven

there will be no ending to His songs

but only satisfaction to this longing

for His Glory goes forever on and on…