In the Poet’s Corner

~Baptism Day

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I wrote this poem shortly after the day of my baptism, when I was seventeen.

I dedicate this poem to my LORD for all He had done. Also to my sister Bethany and my two sisters in Christ who on that day were baptized with me.

On September seventeenth
In the year Two Thousand Six,
I stood near the edge of a pool
With my emotions in a mix.

I watched my friend N—–
Then only nine years old
Confessing the Lord with her tongue
Her tones were strong and bold.

After she finished her confession of faith
Her father, our godly pastor
Held her hand and dunked her under water
As she promised to faithfully serve her God and Master.

The next to be baptized
Were my sister and I.
I was rather nervous –
I’ll not tell a lie.

I was assisted into the water.
How very cold it felt!
It was then my turn to testify
How the Lord with me had dealt.

I sent a prayer up to Heaven
That God would assist me to speak,
For I being timid was beginning to feel ill
My stomach was churning and my knees were weak.

I told how when quite young
I had come to Christ for real.
But I had in recent years
Wandered away from Him a good deal.

God had reclaimed my attention
In the recent months now past.
I had wandered far away from Him,
But I was now back with Him at last!

I ended by saying I was very glad
To now be able to pronounce
HIM as my Lord and Savior
My fear melted away – almost every ounce.

A moment later and my Dad
Dunked me under the water.
It froze my face and claimed my breath
But it did not really matter.

I felt so happy – gloriously happy
As up the pool steps I climbed.
I reached the top, then turned around
As my sister came to mind.

Bethany testified in a simple way
It was just a line or two.
She was then put under the water
Following what the Bible says to do.

The three of us walked onto the pavement
To see just one more testimony.
I shivered and shook as the wind brushed me.
I wiggled my toes on the ground so stony.

Standing in water up to her waist,
A—- with the help of her father
Told how she first came to the Lord.
Mr. B—– then baptized his daughter.

The ceremony being now done with
Our pastor prayed for those who the Lord confessed.
I bowed my head in a state of delight
And with a heart completely at rest.

The rest of the day was spent in celebration
Of the wonderful things God had done.
Oh, give praise to our Father above
For what He has done with His Son!

~I Set for Myself a Deadline…

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I set for myself a deadline
Yet, so little did I know
Just how very, very little
Words would wish to follow.

I scribbled on my paper
I typed up on my screen
But my trash can seemed to gain
And my “keeps” are pretty lean.

My delete button shines
From the many times its hit
I’m on my fifteenth pen –
As well as I remember it.

My desk is strewn with notes
Some nonsensical at that.
Youtube wants to ban me
For my music playing stats.

My brain is dead on editing –
Oh no – not another plot hole!
I think I just might cry
If I have to find another typo!

I dream of letters and pens,
Of words and missing pages,
Of scratching over silliness,
And checking character ages.

Of changing improper formats,
Or fixing a comma or colon,
Of changing names or cities –
Of my deadline being stolen.

But still, I try to push on,
Knowing this time is not mine.
I can pick a day to be “done”
But the LORD has my real deadline.

So, I’ll edit out the plot holes,
And fix the spelling errors,
Turn back on my music,
And dance through rewrite terrors.

And someday, I’ll be finished,
And this book will be complete.
If I give my deadline over –
This journey will be sweet.

To the KING be all the glory!

~Consider It All Joy!

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“Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” James 1:2-4

Consider it all joy!
When the house is a mess
And your family is tired and sick.
Consider it all joy!
When your day falls apart
And none of your well-laid plans will stick.

Consider it all joy!
When your workload is high
And you’re already so tired and beat.
Consider it all joy!
When your dinner gets ruined
And you don’t know what you will eat.

Consider it all joy!
When in the dead of night,
The baby wakes up with cries and tears.
Consider it all joy!
With so much going wrong,
You seem to have met your greatest fears

Consider it all joy!
When no one will listen
And your words seem to fade in the air.
Consider it all joy!
When you want to complain
And exclaim that life just isn’t fair.

Consider it all joy!
When your heart starts to break
And the tears come unbidden and strong.
Consider it all joy!
When you can’t find your way
And the pathway is weary and long.

Consider it all joy!
When the mountain is steep
And your feet are so weary and worn.
Consider it all joy!
When you can only creep
With your hands and knees bloody and torn.

Consider it all joy!
When they shout in your face,
When their hatred is painfully clear.
Consider it all joy!
When they revile your faith
And care not about what you hold dear.

Consider it all joy!
Throughout all of life’s trials
That may beset you on life’s journey.
Consider it all joy!
Sing your praise to the LORD!
Endure with faith for His great glory!

Re-posting, since I so need to remember this more often!!

To the KING be all the glory!

~When…

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When all my strength is failing
And quickly fall the tears.
When nothing is smooth sailing
And I cannot count my fears.

When my heartbeat starts to race,
And my mind is dulled with pain.
When  life’s trials come apace
And my heart feels broke in twain.

May my eyes fix on the Father,
His Spirit and His Son.
May I go to Him for cover,
And quickly to Him run.

May I seek His endless strength,
Accept His offered grace,
May I talk to Him at length,
And seek His Holy face.

To the KING be all the glory!

~His Powerful Sword

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Today I decided to do a repost of a poem I wrote back in August of 2008. It was late at night, and we were experiencing a tremendous storm while anxiously waiting to hear the news that the new baby of some dear friends had arrived. (Talk about a recipe for wakefulness!) I got inspired, listening to the sounds outside my window, while I sat up on my bunk-bed, listening to my sisters chatter in the mostly dark room. I finished the second stanza the next morning. I agree with myself in the original post that the poem is rather odd. It’s a sobering reminder for me though, to remember the power and might of our glorious King!

His Powerful Sword

Lightning flashes!
Thunder roars!
The wind is heavy!
The rain pours!
The waters are rising,
Homes – flooded out.
This is a judgment –
There is no doubt!
Many are dying –
I can hear their cries.
They echo and echo…
Now the sound dies.
All is turmoil
And utter destruction!
This heavy storm
Has a great function:
To pass judgment
For the LORD.
This great tempest
Is HIS sword.
While those all around
Are food for the sharks,
I am sitting here safe
And sound on the ark.
The storm cannot touch me –
Praise be the LORD!
We are spared from the vengeance
Of HIS powerful sword.

“She murdered him!”
“He just lied!”
Sin surrounds us
On every side.
Wickedness is growing
Strong and stout.
Judgment is coming –
There is no doubt!
Many are dying
In their sins.
They care not at all
To make amends.
All will be turmoil
And utter destruction!
A future fire
Will have a great function:
To pass judgment
For the LORD.
The eternal fire,
Will be HIS sword.
While so many around
Will be forever tormented
HIS chosen are rescued –
In HIS will I’m contented.
HIS children are ransomed –
Praise be the LORD!
We are spared from the vengeance
Of HIS powerful sword.

To the KING be all the glory!

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