Love Tried

Jumbled words

Fell from my mouth

As I made my excuses

Why I didn’t have to listen

To their voices of concern

For my eternal soul.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“Everyone is doing it!”

“It’s my life and I’ll do what I want!”

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“I’m grown now!”

“You are not my boss!”

Oh! How I wish I could

Take them all back

For love had tried to teach me

To warn me what lay ahead

When I walked in the ways of sin.

Flames of fire now

Lick at my soul

I knew everything in my arrogance

Thought I was something

On my own and told my parents so

With the cruelest of attitudes

Oh! How I wish I could

Take them all back

For love had tried to teach me

To warn me of what lay ahead

When I walked in the ways of sin.

“Daddy, I am so sorry!”

“Mama, can I wipe your tears away?”

“I want to feel your cool hands of love

Upon my brow again!”

“It is so hot here!”

“Darkness!”

“Oh, God forgive me!”

Cool hands caress my face

I open my eyes

Daddy’s prayer so full of love

Wakes me from my horrible dream.

I am awake now but eternally changed

For with love all is not lost!

I have listened and finally heard

Their voices of sweet, saving love.

Hand in Hand

Wedding bells chime in your hearts today

You have said ‘I Do’ in the most precious way

Two hearts become one in sweet accord

Blessed of God and so much adored.

The trials of life are sure to come

But you will stand together to face each one

With laughter and joy, and thoughts so true

Hand in hand, you will see them through.

As days become years and time passes by

Let goodness and mercy stay by your side

Keeping you always in the Lord’s embrace

Kissed by the dew of His eternal grace.

We honor you now with hearts full of love

Praying down blessings from our Father above

With sincere wishes we would all like to say

May everyday be as wonderful as your wedding day.

There is a Way

Proverbs 14:12-15- 12. There is a way which seemth right unto a man, but the end there of are the ways of death. 13. Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth is heaviness. 14. The backslider in heart shall be filled with his own ways: and a good man shall be satisfied from himself. 15. The simple believeth every word: but the prudent man looketh well to his going. (KJV)

       Today after I returned home from a wonderful church service, I went next door to my neighbor’s house to visit while my husband downloaded some pictures from the camera onto the computer.  My neighbor and I were talking about how sweet the Spirit moved this morning and as we were talking I felt the Spirit hugging me which is what I call it when every fiber of my being is alive with witness to something that is being said or done. I mentioned this to her and she told me about a time when she was a little girl that she first experienced Him touching her. Her Daddy was a preacher and preached the ‘fire and brimstone’ messages of the day.  She said she started having a few nightmares then she prayed and they went away. She told me about one she had when she was six years old.  She was in a huge room full of light and on one wall was a small door. She opened the door and went into the next room which was smaller than the first and had an even smaller door. She opened it and passed into the next room which was smaller still and had another small door. The next room was even tinier than the previous one and that door was the smallest of all but she opened it. It scared her so bad because she knew even at that young age that this was hell! Then she woke up. Now this dear lady is 84 years old and the nicest, sweetest person you could ever know who has been through so much in her life but she still walks with God every day. This story so witnessed to me because I understood that this symbolized our walk with God. When we are where we should be there is the Light but as we take that first step away from God our lives get smaller but we chose to open the door for whatever reason or excuse in most cases  Then we are sorrowful and in heaviness’ but we call it ‘depression’.  If we continue to step farther away (backslide) by going through other doors (or our own ways which leads to death) our existence is even more oppressive with life being smaller. Finally we may reach the point of no return and our way that we thought as the right way takes us straight to hell! To come back to the Light would mean having to swallow our pride and repent! I opened a lot of these doors in my walk away from God at certain points in my life but by His wonderful mercy and abiding grace He accepted me back as like the prodigal ‘I came to myself and returned to the Father’s house. ‘The prudent man looketh well to his going’.

Whoever Leads

Beauty for ashes

Brings the promise

Good follows bad

Like flowers on weeds

Lily pond’s rain

And sunshine mornings

Life’s simple needs

Matter to everyone

Love over hate

Joy dried tears

New faces old creeds

With thoughts beyond time

Tomorrow grows up

Taught by whoever leads.

 

 

 

 

 

Into the Light

the paths we take

may not always be right

sometimes they take us

into the dark night

We stumble-we fall

trying to find

our way

back to the light

we search-we seek

for someone to lead

some one to take us

into the light

we tremble-we cry

and don’t know why

life won’t help us

back to the light

we reaped-we sowed

by taking the wrong path

so we humble ourselves

we repent-we get right

for only God knows the way

out of the dark night

He has the eternal sign

that simply says

 “Just follow the Light.”

Cast Away

Cast away, cast away, cast away all

While dancing to the tune of destiny’s call

Coupled by love and pangs of regret

Still going and going but not there yet

Borrowing time on promises made

Cashing in where our dreams were laid

Never fulfilled-life took its toll

Destroyed the moment reality took hold

Can not see into tomorrow nor face the day

Whatever the reason-we went this way

May not have been right-we just don’t know

Seemed like the path we should surely go

Each step has proven this was not the case

Look at us now-hurry-there’s no time to waste

So cast away, cast away, cast away all!

While dancing to the tune of destiny’s call

 

I Feel Like a Flea

A few weeks ago I discovered blogging. I had asked God for a place where I could post my poems without feeling like I was irritating anyone much like a flea does on his host. I posted a few on fb and had some comments and a several more likes depending on what the subject matter was about. I truly do appreciate the bloggers on here who have commented, and liked, and followed my blog.  I know I have posted a lot but I am like a grandma showing off pictures of her grandbabies when it comes to my babies (poems). I am proud that God has given me this talent and I do not plan on losing it by not using it. On fb my family and friends often ignored or didn’t see the post because of phones or possibly they had unsubscribed since I had been posting quite a lot of Scriptures. People are so caught up in their own lives that there isn’t much time for others. I am the flea that they have to pay attention to even when they don’t want too. So if I am deleted or ignored then they can continue doing what they do and not have to stop and scratch. I have said all of this to say that I still have more poems that have been waiting for their host so if I over did it please forgive me I am just so excited to finally have a home for them.  I do hope you will go back and read them all not for the comments or likes but just so I can show off my babies. I am still quite new at this so if you have any advice I would welcome it immensely. I pray everyone has an awesome and blessed day.

Come Sunday

The future danced

Beyond my thoughts

He had said, “Come Sunday,

We would be together again-

Just hang on to the hope ahead.”

Then it happened!

I said the wrong thing

Stress exploded

Shattering the promise

Rivers of regret flooded my soul

Tears watered my pillow

As I waited-broken and alone

Haunting questions

Would he forgive? Is he okay?

Already hurt by the grief of loss

Making arrangements

Through the cords of pain

Others imposing their will

Taking away his right to be

Wasn’t that what I had done?

So I watched for him

Waiting, listening, not knowing

Praying his words would come true

For he had said, “Come Sunday,

We would be together again.”

Friday brought him close enough

To see him briefly

And to say words shrouded

In the sadness of broken dreams

Then a phone call, a glimmer of hope

And I said, “We didn’t make it to Sunday did we?”

He asked in a voice as broken as mine

“Do you want to make it to Sunday?”

“Oh, Yes!” I cried. “Come see me when you can.”

My heart soared on wings of love

As on Saturday, God showed us forgiving grace

“Come Sunday” and my love was here!”

 

Daylight and Darkness

Daylight and darkness through my window streams

Waking me when the night shadows lift

Then at evening’s tide lulling me into my dreams

Each new day bringing to me it’s glorius gift.

Will I open this bounty of goodness and grace?

Or fretfully peek into tomorrow’s box of woe?

Unopened gifts that my memories cannot embrace

Only gather dust their contents to never show.

The Father sends His gifts wrapped in the quiet morn

Floating on the fragrace of the dawn’s fragile rose

Mercy and forgiveness share joys that are freely borne

To my hurting heart, the reason only He knows.

It is up to me now to carry to the end of my day

These precious gifts of love that He does bestow

And with His Light to show me the way

I will open the gift of eternity’s rainbow.

 

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