Lost to be Found

Luke 15:3-4
Then Jesus told them this parable:
“What man among you, if he has a hundred sheep and loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the pasture and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it?”

This poem was written because of the hope I have in God’s love.  I believe He truly does not intend to lose a one of His beloveds.  We all struggle and hurt and break to pieces.  We get lost in the dark but never are we abandoned, that sure gives me peace when i know the struggle is real without Him.

We are lamb to the Shepherd
Lost to be found
Never abandoned, not a one
In death no longer bound

The wealth of surrender
Destitute no more
Vine, ground firmly beyond dust
Life rooted into core

Wonder in miracle performed
Always within His sight
Vision beyond self blindness
From darkness into light

Tears of joy and gratitude
Omnipotence has graced
Those strayed, not forsaken
The Cross of Christ embraced

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BROKEN

This poem was written to give hope to those feeling broken. To praise Jesus for rearranging the pieces and being the glue that holds us together

There is none in life who’ve not
been broken
Shattered, but never beyond
God’s repair
We must break to come into Him
the healer, the Word is spoken
In our attempt to piece back together
His peace does not compare

It’s only from the broken where
the light, in can seep
So beautiful is the scar
that’s been paid
Always beware in wound, is where too
the dark does seek to reap
But now vessel more solid in strength
molded to what God has made

From the shards of discarded
and fractured in soul
Christ is the bind, able to “peace”
the vessel pure in heart
Wounds heal differently beyond transistion
from fragmented pain to whole
Where the broken, were meant to
break from the start

 

FAITH

Faith, the opposing force of the tangible
Yet the most tangible force of all
Faith, to accept what is the unseen
To know you’re held mid-fall

Faith, brings tears of joy to those in pain
And praise from lips long pursed
Faith, stepped into as God’s armor
In a world the self has cursed

Faith, never meant to remain stagnate
But to grow within each soul
Faith, the opposing force of the tangible
Yet the most tangible force of all

Father, Son and Holy Spirit the Trinity in One

Mark 9:24
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief!”

For sometime i have believed
In Father, Son and Holy Spirit, the trinity in one
A leap of faith, the spirit led
Where the search had been so long
Never did I question Him from the time i first believed
But oh how i did question self, knowing full well the heart deceived

In that, is where God loves us past the doubts within ourselves
And into his amazing grace where He heals us into soul
Where tears of life in grief and joy, we move beyond the cries of fear
He loves us past the place of self, never captive beyond His call
Praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit for the gift He offers us, each all

Much More Than A Voice To Lose

 

In heart can be heard the voice of the voiceless
Beating for the right to life
Our cultural objective directly opposed
Perspective lost in either apathy or loud disdain
Drowned out the already silent child
The sound of mercy in regress

One life for another
We insist on our right to choose
But it’s true that heartbeat is heard
Life within a mothers womb
And the choice is not to listen
How do we then justify
Compliance in silencing another
With much more than a voice to loose

Truth Be Told

   TRUTH BE TOLD

 

Now as an old woman, who knows full well God’s love, I remember another time.  As I sat in that abortion clinic many years ago I remember well the pulse of terror felt.   I had no idea then what love was, who Christ was.  I reached for help where others professed all mercy for me.  Now I look back and see mercy lost and agenda oh so misguided.

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer solution, without destroying another
Anything please, than to abort me as mother
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not up for abuse
The remnant of child, kept silent as part of the ruse
Not to be caught in agenda, as death is proposed
Compassion means more when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Honesty please, when does the rhythm of heartbeat on turn
The objective is not lost, the lines not a blur
The expedient death of child should not be the cure
God’s breath through Christ, life forever and pure

THE TRUTH NO LONGER MASKED

 

Psalm 91:4
He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

 

Is it God’s armor or our own mask
Which to choose from
As life’s challenges take us each to task

Desperately we grasp to remedy all our pain
While knowing full well
Choose wisely for the mask of self offers only temporary gain

Habitually/masterfully we claw for application of said mask
Which stretched and distorted
No longer offers the possibility to heal what we ask

God in His love has held us throughout
Waiting patiently He endures
As His self bent child reaches beyond a world of tumultuous doubt

In Him we find the shield of peace
Where His armor reigns supreme
The dark of mask that blinded heart, at last begins to cease

The love He offers through His son
When stepped into by faith
Refuge past the sheer endurance, where often we would run

From ripped and torn with fabric in fray
The truth no longer masked
Man made suffering soaked in grief, we no longer choose to stay

Is it God’s armor or our own mask
Which to choose from
As life’s challenges take us each to task

From Where Compassion Grows

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 Praise be to God and the Father of Jesus Christ, God is the Father who is full of mercy and all comfort. He comforts us every time we have trouble, so when others have trouble, we can comfort them with the same comfort God gives us.

In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me
Gesture in the simplest form
Listening from a heart that’s torn
His light shines past the darkest place
Where often, we tempt to hide our face
He never does not light our way
If in our hearts He’s asked to stay
His mercy for us, who’ve come undone
Without His grace, there is none
Born through Him is empathy
Compassion beyond pain when given freely
In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me

Soul Searching

Jeremiah 1:5
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you”

Where have all the unborn gone
Long time passing
Where have all the unborn gone
All those many souls

Does the soul come with our first breath
Upon the beating of our hearts
Or does it come in His breath
From where each soul finds start

Conception to creation of soul
That is meant to be
This I believe comes before
What we are meant to see

I believe within the heart that beats
Has already a soul been formed
And not one to terminate but rather celebrate
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Guilt into Love in Action

horizonHebrews 12:11
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.

Selfish is guilt, when used in the noun
Silently stagnate until in verb form
No movement or action, no motivation beyond
The dark place of shame for some is the norm

Or maybe in self, where justification is rule
We reach out for reason in hopes to deny
Where our failures we choose to fiercely defend
No need to look out from the souls inner eye

Thank God for the peace where repentance is gift
Where guilt moves into action and forgiveness is key
The evolvement of life pushes noun into verb
Life into change, guilt to compassion in Him meant to be