A Love Once Held

 

A Love once held
    not lost but silent
A whisper of joyous echoes
    not lost but silent
Still remembered, still felt
    not lost but silent
Expressions written and shouted
    not lost but silent
Once refreshing and healing
    not lost but silent
With this pen I start to awaken
    not lost or silent
In renewed Love and worship
    not lost or silent

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

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

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

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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