I am the one

I am the one who did not return to say “Thank You.”

I am the one who mocked in my ignorance

I am the one who spit in His face

I am the one who pulled out His beard

I am the one who scourged Him

I am the one who nailed Him to the cross

I am the one who gambled for His robe

I am the one who denied Him

I am the one who betrayed Him

Yet He did not judge but loved.

I am the one who sat at His feet and cried her tears of gratitude

I am the one who pressed through the crowd

I am the one who was to be stoned when caught in my disgrace

I am the one who was a blind beggar but now can see

I am the one at the well who was given ‘Living Water”

I am the one who was dead but now my mama cradles me

I am the one who was a lunatic but am now in my right mind

Because He did not judge but healed.

I am the one who knelt at an old-fashioned altar

And accepted Him as my Savior and Lord

I am the one who daily brings my love and offerings of praise

I am the one who is set free from my past

I am the one who  will not taste  God’s eternal wrath to come

I am the one who is His Bride

I am the one who will ride the ‘white horse’ across the skies of heaven

I am the one He died for on cruel Calvary

I am the one who believed John 3:16-‘For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’

I am the one who the Great I AM calls His Own

I am the one who is the beloved of the ‘Beloved’

Because He did not judge but saved.

 

Hope Abound

Words of love are spoken

When acts of love do meet

Hearts are fulfilled-not broken

When words and acts do meet

Cheerful cries float on the air

Made by children dark and fair

Hope abound and tarry there

Keep them from all worldly care

Time does have a plan for everything

All laid out very carefully

But alas not a soul can see

What the results are meant to be

So, hope abound and tarry here

Make us part of the plan

To take us up to that holy sphere

Where God will walk with His created man.

Vast Arrays of Color

Life does present it’s problems but when we get down-pray and write! This poem came out of a time when new love was being smothered by the responsibility of taking care of others and having to be gracious when all you want to do is cry.

Roses creeping along the wall

Seeking a place of their own

Blooming in vast arrays of color

Their beauty tries to console this empty space

That used to be my soul

Why have things gone this way?

I seek a place of my own

A place to rest and bloom

In vast arrays of color

I do not require much in my space

But I cannot acquire anything

That is really mine

Doubt has stolen what I thought was right

Now I am confused and dismayed by life

Time has no scent to perfume my heart

It is stale and seems quite cold

Am I getting to the point that I do not care?

I am afraid-I try not to be

The ground is shaking beneath my feet

I try to stand-to do my best

Can’t seem to get it right anymore

I cannot find my wall where I can bloom

In vast arrays of color.

 

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