Poetry

~Writing Ultimatum

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I don’t strive to write for others, or even for me,
My goal is to write, for my KING’s glory.

If ever you see me writing, just for myself,
Shallowly scribbling for a place on the shelf,

Or trying for money or some place of great fame,
Lowering my standards for a taste of the same,

Or forgetting my duties, those that lie in the home,
Or neglecting my family, while in fiction I roam,

Or if my Bible is gathering a dark layer of dust,
Or my prayer life is hurried – worse, behind me is thrust,

Or if I cease doing ministry in word or in deed,
For any brother or sister, who might be in need,

Hiding out quietly, behind paper and pen,
Absorbed in “my world”, let me ask you then,

Call me out faithfully, my friend, and I pray
That I will truly listen, to what you might say.

I pray that I write and bless my sisters and brothers
But it can’t come before the LORD, my family, or others.

So, if ever I seem to write, simply for me,
Speak and please pray, that I’ll re-seek His glory.

To the KING be all the glory!

~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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