IshmaeI's Call

Oh son of Ishmael to whom do you call
Your voice is mute, I hear not your bawl
After a thief you chosen to fall on knees
Rather yield to Truth and follow Me

Before Abraham, I AM He
Through one Son, one hope can there be
In Recitation and Tradition you vainly clasp
But in Issac to Me is the promised path

See to the cross stained red for you
The empty tomb proclaims all is made new
Be free from wicked Submission and turn to Me
For in love and peace the King came to set free

Growth

A babe, yet advanced in age
Wise in the world, a fool of Heaven
A flock gathered round in protective ring
As nourishment and knowledge fed by gentle hands
More growth requires a place made for new
A babe no more, knowledge sharing now my task too
Away from the center I hear the prowling lions roar
Courage wains as doubt begins once more
Resolved in faith by all that been taught
Always close to the Slain Lamb for provision
When fear overpowers I seek His sweet voice
Outward I grow now closer to ring’s edge
Task has grown to aid Him, called as shepherd 
Now to see the lions pace as vessels of hatreds flame
My feet firmly planted, clothed in Savior’s peace
Battered and oppressed, still I persevere to trials end
Again pulled into ring for Christ’s nourishment
Refreshed, Restored and Reaffirmed in kingdom position
Back to edge I go with shepherd staff in hand

True Trust

Barak lost glory with faith place in human instrument
Victory secured not by mighty men of old
No, honor shifted from the sword to spike
Welded not by warrior but by house wife in tent alone

To place faith in human is to build next to dew
The refreshment is short when judged by the sun
True trust shall rest in You alone
Secure in the raiment of your Son

Without you I am left to drift
In you I am secure in knowing that I am Your own
Oh to bask in your Presence oh Lord
How it refreshes my soul

Received by Teeth

Wounded and festering, in a corner.

Hiding pain from all, licking wounds.

Pushed back into dark so that none can see.

Snapping teeth at any that passes by.

The infection continues as the body wastes.

A man walks up and kneels nearby;

with a hand out reached, received by teeth.

Undeterred he speaks to try and calm;

with a hand out reached, received by teeth.

Pleading is the man, his help the only healing;

with a hand out reached, received by teeth.

Still the man beseeches, calling by name;

with a hand out reached...?

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Death

Loneliness and grief and pain and strife,
brought about at end of life.
Light goes dim in once bright eyes,
when the world is pained as one dies.
No more pain is felt by he
but left are loved ones in pain to be.
Yet deaths defeat is guaranteed,
by the King who does redeem.
His death was thought to bring reigns end,
but it turned to be upon what all depends.
In the midst of three mourning days,
Light re-lit as life regained.
With this hope King's loved one hold,
that death's touch not a permanent hold.
Soon we will enter our eternal rest,
Who is our King, us clothed in his best.

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Yield

Change me
Humble me
Make me new

Help me
Equip me
Empower to do

Refresh me
Sustain me
As grass is by dew

Shape me
Transfix me
Yielded to You

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To Synagogue I Go

Weighed down, bent over, demonic oppressed,
ridiculed, in pain, and much embarrassed. 
To synagogue, to Synagogue did I still press;
but much was done to slow my progress.

18 years my oppressor has tried to bar my way;
but faithful to synagogue I endeavored to stay.
Much wickedness and deceit were leveled at me;
in worship I pressed hopeful for the healing to be.

Young men once were sent with evil mirth.
In violence, I was thrown down to lay on earth.
I struggled to rise as the laughter's distance grew.
On I pressed with desire to worship anew.

Then there were dogs with teeth all gnashing;
crippled and bent with no hope of dashing.
With stick for walking I managed one cudgel.
One blow enough, hearing God's word thus enabled.

Then there were women that sneered and jeered;
"who would ever hold someone so ugly as deared?"
Embarrassed and broken I traveled and cried;
still resolved to seek God even if never a bride.

The children would run near hoping I would fall;
singing songs of how glad I was not mother of them all.
Shamed, weighed down with destined vacancy of womb; 
I beseeched the God of Sara and Hanna for life to enter this tomb.

Seeking comfort and hope from those who rule synagogue;
rather got conviction and disgust, them wishing I was gone.
Rejected by the culture of man and beast alike;
to synagogue I go, God's law my only hope of light.

To synagogue I go again like any day;
cursed with all hope beginning to wane.
However, this Sabbath day there was new energy in air;
a new teacher has come, and its Jesus that's here. 

Standing in back and I thought out of sight; 
but saw me He did and called me through crowd of spite.
Never more scared and embarrassed was I as then;
but move forward I did with faith stretched thin.

Nervous and shamed I stood before Him; 
back bowed down in perpetual bend.
Never has shame and guilt attacked so fierce;
wanting to flee: I stood, held in place.

Never for me had a face such compassion amass;
as if He known all the pain of my past.
Then His sweet voice sounded, redefining identity
"Woman, you are loosed from your infirmity."

And then something happened I could not explain.
King, Savior, Messiah touched me extinguishing all pain.
My soul exploded in praise and exhalation;
with back straight and arms raised for first time to heaven.

Awe filled the atmosphere, but soon turned to hate.
Due to Sabbath day, they said my healing should wait.
Messiah intervened and set religious leaders straight;
He would not allow wickedness to use me as its bait.

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