Christ in Poetry
by Suzette Lipford
Every Morning
Each and every morning the sun shines in my room.
It floods the space and takes the place of dark and utter gloom.
The Bible says, “God is light; there is no dark at all.”
So be steadfast and make the ask, cling to His gracious call.
Every morning, the path is clear, His presence fills my heart.
The prayers go up, I fill my cup, and what a lovely start!
Then scripture’s read, and then I’m fed with God’s sweet daily bread.
The blessing’s here, contentment’s near, and then I know no fear.
So live it out and have no doubt; be in His love and be devout.
“I gave you my begotten Son.”
And we know, the only One.
He bought the saints with blood and pain.
Which makes us saved and without stain!
The Star from Afar
There was a time, that in my mind, I felt God from afar.
But then one day, He showed the way with one bright shining star.
An eastern star, with faith so great as wise men came to bring,
The baby there would one day be our Savior and our King.
We take this story, in His glory and drink the blessings in,
For one day soon, the blood maroon will only be a win.
Death is no more, upon the shore of heaven and of Him.
Upon the throne, He has shown a Light that is not dim.
Now take this tale and please prevail in all your Godly ways,
Say AMEN and then begin to pray for all your days.
He fights for us, then dies for us, so grateful all are we
To shed the weight of sin so great is all that we can be.
And in our love, we show it bright the same star from afar,
That pointed us to Him so near that close is where we are.
Death Lost
Not everyone has strength to live,
And living feels like loss.
When God comes down,
And faith abounds,
A blessing from the cross.
He fills our minds with love so grand,
We hardly take it in.
Then in His words from Psalms so sweet,
His angels guard within.
The cross does bear the strength we need
To get through all our days,
And Christ is here within our hearts
To guide us in our ways.
So be at peace and love your God,
He will not fail you now.
His Son shows love through death so dear
That life is what we’ll vow.
Lukewarm
You know the One who’s there for you but rarely do you speak.
Is the blame on the shame of one that is too weak?
Are you filled with dread so deep as if you were to drown?
When speaking of the Gospel truth, it points your spirit down.
You feel the zeal at times so rare you wonder what to think,
Is the Spirit really there to aid before you sink?
Cry out to God and ask for help, His grace is large and wide.
Open your heart with ears to hear,
The truth you cannot hide.
Lukewarm, God warned, is not the place in which you want to be,
Cold or hot, that’s the spot of pro-duc-tivity.
Repent, believe and shake the ground of unbelief inside,
Grasp God’s Word of righteousness and ever do abide.
A New Heart
For one so sad and seems so lost,
To take the heart from cold and frost.
Pray that He would grant you grace,
To put you in His awesome race.
He warms the heart to flesh from stone,
Then promises, “You’re not alone!”
This is the work of God’s great love,
To give the faith sent from above.
In spirit and in faith so true,
God offers life afresh and new.
So put your trust in Christ’s great act,
And set your heart upon this fact.
Repent and turn your life from sin,
Then wait to see new life begin.
Born-again
There was a time when I could find no reason to believe,
I tried and tried with all my might,
But nothing to perceive.
There was no Bible that I read,
So all I know is what was said,
To those who did not know the Christ,
They made Him into someone nice.
So when I finally read God’s word, this is what I thought I heard.
The harshness of His words did pierce into my mind and heart so fierce.
That’s a promise that He makes, that to the bone is where it takes.
Then He said we must be born but not of flesh, yes He did warn.
The Spirit and of water now, we must be born-again - that’s how.
His blood and sacrifice is done, “It is finished!” and He’s won.
The enemy will never stand, against what God has always planned.
From Genesis until the End, I found the truth in love, dear friend.
Equipped (The Armor of God)
When you know the LORD so sweet,
A place to be just at His feet,
Is the excellence so pure,
To have the helmet that is sure.
Salvation brings a sense of calm,
To know the truth about his palm,
That He gave us all we need,
The grace sufficient from His bleed.
And to know the sword so swift,
Precision in its righteousness,
To wield it right, a fatal blow,
To unclean spirits that should know,
That God will have great victory,
On the cross at Calvary!
The shield of faith we carry strong,
And with the belt of truth along,
Believers are the warriors here,
To God’s great glory, that is clear!
The Gospel brings great peace to those,
Who know the place where waters flow.
He is the river that we need,
Where springs of life for us do feed.
23rd Psalm Believed
My prayers were heard for days on end, He showed His care and love to send.
He is my Shepherd - strength unbreakable
And in that truth, I am unshakeable.
With vast green fields that seem to stretch just enough for Him to catch
And lay me down by waters still and bring great peace by His will.
He leads me into depths so deep,
But makes a place where I won’t weep.
I am secure for His name’s sake, and in that space, I cannot break.
He brings the comfort so sublime, and only is it in His time,
That we can have a soul so sure, and by His Son whose love is pure.
Genesis to Revelation
In the Garden, we can see the seed of God’s great victory!
It is true that in the fall, God had a plan to catch us all.
Through Christ, He’s there in all His glory, and all the Bible tells His story.
From Genesis to Revelation, the Lamb of God is His great station.
He made a way, a bridge to Him and we thus strive from limb to limb.
But in belief, He states our case, we need not work our way to grace.
And as we move from book to book, we journey through - a closer look.
The prophets tell of future things, and in His Son, salvation brings
A love so deep and quite intense that what we know, it all makes sense.
A faith more precious, bricks of gold, the weight contains a love so bold.
The love that is from Christ the Son, is promised in His suffering.
From old to new, we see another, from sometimes gray to technicolor.
The Gospel is the open door to bridge God’s love at its core
To go to life from death is sure when we believe and then endure.
My Salvation Poem
In despair, I went there, that maybe God had sensed,
My plea was real, to make a deal that help would be dispensed.
So to the throne, I went alone and hoped for one big miracle,
To save my soul was the goal; it had to be empirical.
The doubts were there, but in His care, He brought to life a vision
And what I saw would be the draw to knowing His provision.
The words were bright, in neon light, and clearly did I see,
“Jesus is my Lord and Savior” glaring back at me.
So to His book, I took a look to test the Spirit’s message
To my surprise, it was no lie, the words were true to leverage.
The miraculous thing that God did bring was answered prayer indeed,
The desperate plea with no more need but saved by grace was my creed!
A Simple Prayer
I said a simple prayer tonight,
Long words do not impress.
The thoughts were deep and lovingly
With hope that Thee would bless.
At times I don’t know what to pray,
But know the Spirit will.
He speaks for me and pleads for me,
My soul from haste to still.
You hear my cries into the night,
As life seems so unsure.
And then I know You’re capable,
The One and Only Cure.
Jesus Christ is in my heart,
My spirit seeks His grace,
He promises the ultimate
He came to take my place.
My sins were great, and I came late
To His calling sure,
I heard His voice within God’s word,
The Shepherd makes me pure.
The Vinedresser
Are you being pruned today or are you being scolded?
Do you know the dif-fer-ence as we’re being molded?
He gives the care we need in Him, we're nourished by The Vine.
He’ll cut us back so we won’t lack, He knows we’ll be just fine.
But when we step right out of place, and know there's something wrong,
He’ll deal with us and heal in us, we know where we belong.
He wants the fruit to bloom in us as we tell our story,
We have great joy and righteousness but only to His glory.
The love we have within our hearts is something that He gave,
It shows the fruit that He produced and that we can behave.
His love for us comes through The Vine and in the branches wide,
But for the ones who kick the goads, He surely will divide.
So be of cheer and take good notes, God is our Father now.
We know His cuts are just enough, but from our hearts, we’ll bow.
The Protector
Did you know that God will go great lengths and that He’ll mention,
To do a thing that faith will bring your life to full attention.
And when you strive to then arrive at danger’s door unlocked
You think it’s safe so percolate, but God made sure you’re blocked.
You want your way, but you will pay when God is pushed aside.
And then you’ll find a hole so deep because that fall was pride.
He’d rather see you halfway whole than to see you reach your goal
Of putting off the cloak of good and doing what you ought not should.
One eye out and one arm lost, to get to heaven, that’s the cost.
So if you walk into the fire, just know God who does not tire
Of taking you from hurt to healed, and in His love you’re surely sealed.
Home
Here on Earth, you are the visitor,
Now questions come, sincere inquisitor.
God wrote His Words in which to show
You all the things you did not know.
And as you read from book to book,
You took a microscopic look.
From the start God created,
And in time, He concentrated
On your home that He would give
By Christ’s own life, so you could live.
And in that space where you will dwell,
You will say, “My soul is well.”
And God did save you from the fire,
In peace and love, His true desire.
The heavens are a place to ponder,
And on this rock, we often wonder.
Here on Earth, my room is small,
But friends invited one and all!
What will it be when I get there?
Spacious rooms with more to spare!
The Tongue
Words can be a wondrous thing when used in care while suffering.
But people show at times contempt, and with harsh words their love exempt.
The Bible says, “Like poison strong!” a weapon formed in sin is wrong.
And when we curse instead of bless,
We step outside of righteousness.
The words go in like swords that thrust,
And then you know it’s who you trust.
It’s in yourself and in your pain,
You stay entrenched and in your lane.
You’re so engrossed with plans to hurt,
The words that sting and can’t convert.
People to Christ should be the goal
To use your words and win a soul.
On the Mountain
There are days I feel so low,
You’re on the mountain,
I’m below.
I’m in the valley,
Are you there?
But in my mind, “Do you still care?”
With days that feel like I might die,
With pain so deep,
Please hear my cry!
My heart is pulled from here to there,
Please anchor me with strength to spare.
Your promises are always true,
I excavate my heart for You.
You knock to see if I’m still there,
And then I know that, “Yes, You care!
And then I’m pulled out of the pit,
But far below,
That’s where You sit.
You’re in the valley and above,
And in both places show Your love!
Joy
There is an everlasting joy that lights the way so sweet,
And in the morning there You are, and that is where we meet.
I read Your words tenaciously with gratitude and thanks,
Your work of grace PLUS on my part is last that’s where it ranks.
It’s joy,
I feel it every day no matter what the issue,
And when I feel some kind of cloud,
I needn’t grab a tissue.
The overriding thing that’s real is that the joy replaces,
A stormy cloud, unwanted strife,
That’s what my heart embraces!
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Love with an Exception
Do you see the ants below and the flies above?
And little gnats so small in rank, you know you cannot love.
We cannot know why God creates these little situations,
They do annoy and we employ to rid the infestations.
But when you take a closer look to see what God intended,
All souls are planned, and on this land, their lives are not suspended.
It’s a thing I cannot bring my mind to comprehend,
Why did God choose to make a bug I can’t befriend?
He says, “My ways are higher than your ways.” that much I know.
But when these little bugs get big, annoyance sure does grow!
Sometimes I take a harder look to see that they are worthy,
But the only thing I find is little bugs are earthy.
What does this mean? They are not clean, and that I find disgusting.
But I know that God is good, contrary is mistrusting.
He makes these guys, cause in His eyes, creation is creative,
I draw and paint, is that not quaint? We both are demonstrative.
So now I see what circles me, the fly that will not stop.
His life is short, glad to report, and soon he’s gonna drop!
The furry friend, I do attend, lives in my house invited.
But the ones that wriggle in, the cat sure is delighted.
“Oh no!” I think, "It cannot be! My cat will eat it up!"
And then I run to save its life and put it in a cup.
And with great care, I take it there, and at the door, he'll see.
It's then I know that I can show a bug that will be free.
The Sick Bed
Some days I’m well, some days I’m sick,
The elemental truth.
I hope it’s quick, and does the trick,
Prayers said from my own youth.
“Now I lay me down to sleep” was all I really knew.
But when I opened up my heart, communication grew.
And now that I am at this age, continuing to ask,
The LORD for health, that is my wealth. Is this a simple task?
But possibly, He buffets me, to keep me in His grace.
And the pride, that can arise, will stay in its own place.
When Christ’s disciples walked the Earth, they were never sure, that healing was a guarantee, that only God could cure.
I’ve faced the days when sickness stays for what seems like forever.
And then I’d pray, “Please don’t delay!” in every good endeavor. God is the consummate great healer, in His perfect ways.
I must be ready for the wait, it could be many days.
Be not anxious, just be calm, it is just a marathon.
It’s not a sprint, a vast blueprint, an otherworldly dawn.
The Enemy
A subtle voice was all I’d hear with every passing day.
I’d read His words with eyes so clear but ears that seemed to say,
“You’re doing this all wrong, my dear, so please pay full attention. You need to work your spirit hard, I guess I didn’t mention.”
What is this? it’s just not there, in His Word I know.
The Enemy sowed in my ear - a seed of doubt might grow.
Will this preclude me from God’s grace for knowing not His Word?
It’s the daily bread I need and also is my sword!
So I took up my sword so dear and thrust it in with force,
The devil pushing back at me, his lies the only source.
“Get behind me!” I did shout, with strength I recognized. The Spirit gave me truth so real, I was not compromised.
Then I knew that I was free in every single way.
I knew the truth so real and clear and here I am to say,
“Do not doubt, and do not fear, you’re not like sinking sand. You’re on the Rock, it keeps you strong, and that is where you’ll land.”
The Wall
Do you listen to the LORD when you take a look,
Deep inside His ordered world in your one Guidebook?
This one Book is all you need to understand it all,
So please don’t think you’re on the brink of scaling a new wall.
On this side of the wall is safety and protection,
But when you’re on the other side, you show a sad rejection.
Your chosen side hides deep inside an enemy who’s strong, and stands against the LORD you need cause all his ways are wrong!
My mind is still and ordered here but on your side a riot,
You’ll want to be where I am now - peaceful, loved, and quiet.
When you think, “I’m somewhere good.” you’re suddenly mistaken, cause the one who’s by your side has your heart a quakin!
“What is this?” you’ll admit, “It’s not what I had wanted. The enemy is right on me as if I had been hunted!”
Your heart is racing, anticipating all the woes ahead.
It’s not too late to make it straight, you’re still alive not dead.
So you debate, and concentrate on the task at hand, to put away the enemy into the Father’s hand.
Consider the Lilles
Consider the lilies, how they grow,
They neither toil nor spin.
The faith I place in Christ the LORD
Is the field I’m in.
If kings and queens in all their glory
Come second to this flower,
When in FAITH we are arrayed
And cloaked in care this hour.
Inner beauty,
That’s incredible,
And shines so bright,
And indelible.
Comes only from God’s gracious heart,
Christ’s own reflection,
Godly art!
Time
Time marches on to never come again.
How you choose to handle it is often not a friend.
You dilly here, you dally there,
Spinning wheels without a care.
As the clock is moving quickly,
Wasted time then you feel sickly.
You need a resource wise and true,
To help you see your time anew.
If you dig into God’s Word,
What you’ll find is much preferred!
The light you’ll see, he’ll provide,
And from the dark, time cannot hide!
He wants us all to walk in wisdom,
And to outsiders show His kingdom.
No one knows about tomorrow,
Productive time brings no sorrow.
The Shadow Moved
I’ve traveled far to stay inside,
A house upon the lake.
From state to state,
I take the bait,
A streak of rest I break.
It’s not my home,
I’m here to roam,
A cozy stay to make.
The night befalls,
I hear the calls,
And then I start to shake!
I’m in the woods,
Do I have goods,
That some THING wants to take?
I hear a thump,
I start to jump,
Real braveness I must fake!
Is he a wolf, a bear, or a fox,
Or creature I don’t know?
Who wants to have a snack or two,
A steak or cookie dough?
I want to have a clearer view,
To see the shadow still.
My heart is pounding out my chest,
Is this his first real kill?
I ask the Lord to help me out,
Make me a mighty warrior,
The shadow moves about my room,
I’m running for the border!
I jettison the thought of him,
Taking my own life,
I stand real still, in quiet skill,
And wait with anxious strife!
Then I feel his furry coat,
Brushing past my arm.
I hit the floor,
Run to the door,
No time to waste for harm!
I turn my head,
To face my dread,
And to my satisfaction,
The shadow’s stature once so big,
Had taken smaller action.
I creep along, a closer look,
To face my furry foe,
A warm fami-li-ar-ity,
I start to say, “hello!”
But in a flash, he’s in a dash,
Charging right at me.
I open up my arms real wide,
He makes it to my knee!
He’s climbing up my leg with zeal,
And makes all sorts of sounds.
I laugh out loud then take a breath,
My love for him abounds!
I think I’ll name him G.I. Joe,
Cause he’s an awesome climber.
He’s like a bomb, steadfast and strong,
A little Oppenheimer.
Can you guess who came to me
From shadows without end?
A soft and friendly kitty cat,
God’s perfect little friend.
The Pebble in My Shoe
There is a pesky pebble
Burrowed in my shoe
And when I try to get it out
It sticks like superglue
How did the pebble get in there?
I’m sure you want to know
The pet peeves that I keep inside
Just help this pebble grow!
It’s on those days when I need help
Because my phone has frozen,
I call the re-pre-sen-tative
But not one I have chosen.
I think I need a mega-horn
Because I need to yell,
She’s also yelling back at me,
A kind of techno hell.
When I tell her of my woes,
A lot of time has passed,
Now she’s gonna transfer me,
Uh oh, it won’t be fast.
The music that is forced on me
Like wheels in need of grease,
It’s on and on and on and on,
Where is the noise police?
The patience that I thought I’d honed
Has just gone up and went,
And now the rep is here to help
But all I have is spent.
So in my time on God’s green earth
I’ve learned so many things
But what I know without a doubt
This pebble sure has strings!
I move about from here to there
Believing that it’s gone
But the pebble’s hounding me
From dusk to aching dawn.
How in the world will it come out?
I’m sure you want to know
It’s peace within and joy throughout
And that’s God’s awesome flow!
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Audience of One
What is life when the treadmill gets harder?
Clothes piled up, sharp feelings I harbor.
Why in the world can’t I love these dull chores?
None in my favor
The scale tipped is Yours.
I know that these duties
You surely do bless.
You gave me such things
But I can’t clean this mess!
Day in and day out, I clean for the masses
The white glove test comes, I hope they need glasses.
But really it’s me who puts on the glove,
To beat myself down in shame and not love.
Who sees that I’m faithful to care just a smidge
Don’t sweep those dust bunnies under the fridge!
Wipe it all down and see my reflection
So good and so clean, I’ll pass the inspection.
But God knows my heart and sees this one sorrow
And cleaning my house will be there for tomorrow.
But what if one day, the house is no longer?
The things now are gone, but will I be stronger?
Now I have nothing in which I can clean
I lost all my blessings, my dullest routine.
And now I’m aware of what I should do
Contentment alone, such is life all anew!
I need to live life for an audience of One,
Who sees everything and all that I’ve done.
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Bird on a Wire
What is life when you’re trapped on a wire?
You can neither move left, right, or get higher.
You’re stuck on that line
With no place to turn.
And the sun bearing down
Is a dreadful slow burn.
This is what happens
When you do it your way.
A godless approach
And the wire’s your pay.
No rules to employ
You’re totally free,
You got what you want,
And you say, “This is me!”
Then reality hits,
You’re stuck all alone,
And the God that you lacked
Is the one you bemoan.
See the bird on a wire,
He turns right and left
Then he flies to the sky
Then you see you’re bereft!
You think to yourself,
“Just what I need!
But how do I get there?”
There’s no need to plead.
You remember a time
As a child who learned
That a Savior had come
But your spirit had turned.
Ensnared on that wire, the Enemy’s lure.
Let go of your life!
With God it is sure.
Misunderstood
With 8 billion folks populating this earth,
You’re the one who feels lonely
Do you know your self-worth?
Explaining yourself to those all around,
Very much like a circus, a merry-go-round.
You see the connection with this one and that,
A square peg encircled, effervescence gone flat.
You share your ideas, eager and true
Voluminous knowledge, they haven’t a clue.
You’re part of the lampstand, a light from within
The Spirit is working - let go, let’s begin!
Illumination that comes straight from heaven,
Release hesitation - acceleration times seven.
Godspeed to you all, the journey of truth
It begins with a step, some did in their youth.
The blindness is gone, the masks have been lifted
The enemy came, but no one was sifted.
God made a promise, we all understand,
With 8 billion people, it’s all in His hand.
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Confidence
To place such confidence all in the self
Enraptured by reigning, the LORD on the shelf.
The throne room exists, but all in your head.
And treasures surround you by one tiny thread.
The world according to you is amiss,
The veneer of your making, a shallow grey bliss.
Where should you place the One who should reign?
To take yourself out, so ob-vi-ous-ly plain.
And what will replace that crown on your head?
Your cynical thinking that should not be fed.
To go from material into the mist,
The mystery of heaven, you should not resist.
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The Neon Daisy
You’re invited to lunch with friends - sometimes rude.
You sink in your chair - sometimes thoughts misconstrued.
She says, “I love you my friend to the death.”
But you sit there and know - the awaiting next breath.
“When you say that I don’t look big in this dress,
I know what you’re thinking - the truth gives me stress!”
“What?” I say, “I’m really perplexed!”
“I thought I was clear in my last sincere text!”
She’s sporting a dress with a harsh neon daisy. But the vague thought I gave made her think I was crazy.
Here’s what I said in a very brief text,
“You’re as cute as that daisy, I hope to be next.”
She pulls out a box with a bow - neon pink.
And without even blinking, I know what to think.
Here’s something she thinks I should sport just as well,
That dress with a harsh neon daisy from hell.
Then I stop to think of a thought, “Is honesty something we all should be taught?”
My life lived in faith - in God’s way I should see. We should all live in truth, it’s the way it should be.
Before I open with an-ti-ci-pation, I think to myself, “Op-po-site of elation.”
I look in her eyes and I see in her face, the traces of love that I couldn’t erase.
Then I pull off the bow that was carefully tied, and I know what I said - I know that I lied!
I can’t bare that daisy - the one straight from hell
The colors so harsh - I know, I can tell.
She hovers so closely - she can’t stand the wait.
I open the box with my face held so straight.
I first look to her with a nod filled with love - she’s the first friend I’ve known that came straight from above.
She’s never been rude nor had a coarse word - and the thinking I’ve had for this dress was absurd.
I’d wear a neon daisy so proud, I’d go everywhere in a dress that’s so loud.
I make up my mind - it’s for sure what I’d do
Then I take a deep breath, stick my pride out of view.
I pull out of the box something not so fa-mil-ilar
A dress stitched by hand but it’s oh so peculiar.
On the front are two daisies, some loud neon flowers
What it took to be sewn must have been endless hours.
“What does this mean?” I seemed to be vexed.
My friend looked at me with sad eyes so perplexed.
“That’s a symbol for us from a long time ago
When the color of neon was something to show.
And remember the day that you started to shift
When I couldn’t let go and just get the drift?”
Oh my dear Lord, I remember it all
When a friend who was lonely just needed a call.
I said, “I’m too busy, I’ll call you right back.”
But my friendship was waning - it started to crack.
Ever had a friend that you loved oh so dearly
But ways that were odd that you couldn’t see clearly?
Now I’m wearing a dress - daisies loud on the front
At a wedding no less - not my prank or a stunt.
She laughed to herself with a wink and a nod,
To all of our friends, not of her but of God.
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I Know You’re Here
(John 1:1-5)
I know You’re here
Without a doubt,
When I feel love
And peace throughout.
Signs and wonders
Needn’t come,
I have Your Word
And where You’re from.
You were the Word
In the beginning,
You walked in flesh
And had no ending.
In You is life
And light defined,
When darkness comes
It’s left behind.
And as I pray
In thanks sincere,
You bless my heart,
I know You’re here.
Cultural Osmosis
There are some thinkers who value the teaching
Of Jesus’s ministry vastly far-reaching.
They dismiss the cross as “tall tales” do go,
But live in its shadow and bask in its glow.
“The culture can use the peace and the love
Of everything Christian, their values thereof.”
The morals that soar to heights up above
And holier people ascend like a dove.
What is the cost of believing a story,
Of Christ on the cross - a faith inventory.
Faith is a gift that comes down from heaven
And in disbelief ushers something like leaven.
Atheists' lives from the “Big Bang” emerge
Primordial soup, first dawn on the verge.
A Creator builds in this wondrous tale
And the ones who believe, He has lifted the veil!
For those who stand still, who cannot move forward,
Evolution from nothing is an atheist’s order.
Is cultural osmosis a thing to be had,
Cloaked in its darkness while scantily clad.
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The Tipping Point
In the heart and roundabout
It’s emptiness and void throughout.
To fill the cup with idols full,
Then pour it out less beautiful.
Round and round and round you go,
Shiny objects, depths below.
The abyss without ending,
Back again, not comprehending.
The things that rust and bring you grief
You purchase more to your relief.
And what about the hidden ones
Within your soul, it overruns.
Your love for things is your glory
Which can’t explain - expository.
You have great pride and goods unchecked
The final cost, you can expect.
You’re here for an appointed time
The hoards of stuff that were sublime
Has brought you to this tipping point
The mounds of grief do disappoint.
And when it’s time, life at the end
Are these the things God can defend?
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Tarnished Bridges
There is a bridge to everyone, and in our lives essential.
Relationships, like DNA, it’s God so providential.
How do we keep these bridges strong and in God’s top design?
They take the shape of love or hate, to work or to resign.
Depreciation shows the truth of bridges’ sad neglect.
Do we simply burn them down or shine them with respect?
And if there comes a time in life when dirt is like a tower,
We cannot see the golden hue, its filth has all the power.
Examine with a lens so clear and watch what it reveals;
The structure that’s in need of care that Godly polish heals.
We toss the matches that were stowed; they never were insurance
In patience, we roll up our sleeves and labor with endurance.
To quickly burn the bridges down seems like an easy out.
Invest no less to bless the mess - is that what it’s about?
But if the ones on either side have nuts and bolts disjointed,
The bridge in much distress will fall and lose what was appointed.
We didn’t need to strike a match to burn it to the ground.
Let’s walk away for just one day to see God’s love abound.
Fervent prayer, God’s counsel there, it’s got our full attention,
With Godly polish in our hands and ashes, we won’t mention.
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The Speed of Life
How fast you go, you won’t know until a wall is hit.
What’s in your way is gonna pay - an obstacle with grit!
Adagio is what will slow life to a screeching halt.
But what’s in true reality - such speeding is your fault.
And when you miss the rose right there and fail to smell its scent,
The clock has cast, the minutes blast, the time you had was spent.
Slow down my friend, you sure can’t spend the money that you chase.
And everything you do not lack is only from God’s grace.
Step on the brake, no need to fake, the grass is green right here.
Don’t jump the fence, it seems intense, so stay and do not fear.
God will provide your every need and slow you to the max.
If more and more is what you need, you haven’t got the facts!
“Be content with what you have” God tells us one and all.
Place your faith and just embrace, His hand won’t let you fall.
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Snowflakes
Are snowflakes just like us because they all are so unique?
God’s artistry in harmony - amazing in technique.
When we see the flawless shapes with cuts in depths divine,
Then reflect upon ourselves, design that does define.
When each one falls tenderly and softly to the ground,
The peace and quiet in the air, we cannot hear a sound.
We pick one up to take a look into the scope so small.
We know it’s true in God’s intent, He made them sure to fall.
What have we here? It seems so clear that God has art acuity.
He takes the water from the clouds in care and ingenuity.
When He made us in His mind, there are no two the same.
And as we say, our DNA, like snowflakes was His aim.
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