Poem: Himself

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Galatians 2:20 

20 My old self has been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me. So I live in this earthly body by trusting in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

The tall trees that stand

Every flower that blooms

All the leaves and colors of this world

His Hands

From the changing sky

To the dawning sun and rising moon

Each star and planet suspended in space

His Eyes

The birds flying through the air

Fish swimming in the seas

The creatures that walk upon the Earth

His Mind

The Kingdom of glory

Lord of lords, Messiah

The wounded lamb

Victorious on His throne

His Heart

Preachers and prostitutes

Sinners and saints

Martyrs and murderers

Beggars and kings

The hated, broken, rich, forgotten, famous

To the saved and to the lost, He has given us

Himself

Poem: The Beast

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Romans 7:18-20

18 And I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. I want to do what is right, but I can’t. 19 I want to do what is good, but I don’t. I don’t want to do what is wrong, but I do it anyway. 20 But if I do what I don’t want to do, I am not really the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it.

It screams “I want more!  Feed me!”

This animal is always hungry

How can I rid myself of the beast within me?

Holy Spirit, I only want you, yet I continue to deal with this darkness

It laughs at me every time I fail.  It haunts my nights when I’m alone, when I’m with others, when I worship, when I sing praises to You

It reminds me of my past, of my yesterdays

Father, remove this thorn and sooth my pain, deliver me from this oppression.

I need Your grace to nail it on the cross every day

I need to die so You can live

My ego, my will, its agenda, its cravings, I give to you

Have Your way Lord, my King, I submit to Your purpose

Poem: Destiny

Welcome to my weekly poetry slam! Every Sunday (until I run out of poetry to post) I will put up a new poem that I have written over the years. I used to write a lot of it, but suddenly stopped, not sure if it was for me or not. I hope to receive some feedback from these writings, and continue to be inspired to write a new set of poetry. 

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Psalm 90:12
12 Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

“Genesis” was the name of the station where we waited for the train. Time to get on. “Time” was stamped on our tickets by the Great Conductor.

A loud blast signaled its departure.

Next stop: Destiny

We could see from our windows all sorts of beautiful wonders. Each showed a different stage of life.

One showed a young boy, enjoying time with his family.

He was then running away from childhood trauma that chased him

The next window had teenagers smoking marijuana, rebelling against their parents. Another had students studying, passing their classes, and finally graduating.

The scene flashed and moved onto a picture of a beautiful family with their grandparents, together smiling. The last thing we saw was a tombstone, cracked from age, symbolizing the end of the story. Darkness slowly covered the window.

There was a bright light coming from the back of the train.

Through the window was a small, multi-colored flame. The wind tossed it to and fro, as it bent towards a dead tree. It longed to engulf this tree, but not just that one, an entire dead forest. We heard a voice whisper “Desire…Passion”.

The tiny flicker reached its goal, and the dead wood came alive, dancing with bright oranges and yellows. The voice spoke again, “Purpose…Fulfillment”

The view moved from the blaze to the bright sky, full of stars. Slowly, it faded away.

The train began to slow down. We took our aged luggage and stepped off the tracks. Our frail bones tingled with a wanting to see more, but it was too late. Our Time had run out. We had arrived at Destiny…

Poem: White Fire

Welcome to my weekly poetry slam! Every Sunday (until I run out of poetry to post) I will put up a new poem that I have written over the years. I used to write a lot of it, but suddenly stopped, not sure if it was for me or not. I hope to receive some feedback from these writings, and continue to be inspired to write a new set of poetry. 

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Isaiah 6:6-7
6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a burning coal he had taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. 7 He touched my lips with it and said, “See, this coal has touched your lips. Now your guilt is removed, and your sins are forgiven.”

His Fire is greater than Heaven can contain
Not even all the angels with all their might can restrain

The Earth can’t hold a flicker to His flame
Nobody can fully understand Him; even religion is too tame

It’s bright to look at, too much to contemplate
He is holy and righteous, lovely and pure, only His children can relate

This fire burns up everything it sees, all our guilt and shame
Even your secret thoughts deep in your mind, hiding from His name

Stretch out your hands and receive His fire, let it drip from your fingertips
After just a taste, it shall flow forth from your lips

White Fire

Poem: La Gloria!

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Isaiah 60
1 “Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.
2 See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the LORD rises upon you
and his glory appears over you.
3 Nations will come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.
4 “Lift up your eyes and look about you:
All assemble and come to you;
your sons come from afar,
and your daughters are carried on the arm.

La Gloria, La Gloria!
It’s ringing throughout the land and seas, His people call His name.

They want it, available to every hungry soul.

Run, don’t stop, seek the Kingdom, take it by force.

Where are the ones who are not ashamed? Where are the captives who’ve been set free?

Their eyes are opened, the spiritually lame are walking, where is the world’s vanity?
La Gloria, La Gloria!
They’re getting closer, I can hear them.

His children singing in the streets, in the alleys, in the hospitals, in their homes.

There is a heavenly melody flooding the darkness, shadows are fading away.

Light is pouring in, it reveals our purpose, shows our way.

Truth, love, purity, to Him be the honor, never again will we be blind.

Once we hear the song, carried in our hearts, it leads us to…
La Gloria, La Gloria!

Poem: Tis The Season

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tistheseason

John 12:46
I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness.

Alone in this beautiful city, full of wonder.

I cry for the boy who cuts himself, longing for love. The beautiful girl alone with no father, wishing her family wouldn’t divorce.

The man in the bar, drinking away his sorrow. No one has told them the true reason for this season.

Hanging lights around the tree, I stop to pray. Those who are hoping to see another tomorrow are dying. I pray for those that celebrate without the Bright and Morning Star, hopeless in these cold, wintry months.

His Words sweep the rooftops, touching the hearts of His children. “Show them who I am, give them the answer they need, I need to love them, you’re the one I will use.”

God’s Kingdom in every toy store, His love on every street corner, His mercy over every homeless wanderer. His love is the gift that can be given without a credit card.

Tis’ the season to see the lost come to their savior, a true time of love. Jesus holding His sheep in His arms, never letting them go. The lost are being found, the blind are beginning to see, this beautiful Christmas.

Poem: The City

Welcome to my weekly poetry slam! Every Sunday (until I run out of poetry to post) I will put up a new poem that I have written over the years. I used to write a lot of it, but suddenly stopped, not sure if it was for me or not. I hope to receive some feedback from these writings, and continue to be inspired to write a new set of poetry. 

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Acts 8:5
Then Philip went down to the city of Samaria and preached Christ to them.

Long shadows cast their shade upon me as I walk through the city

A cold wind hit my back. Shivering, I continue on.

His moon, His light, guiding me through all these different signs, cars, buildings, glass, of the city

Fear touches my shoulder. My generation passes me by, tormented day and night. It’s getting harder to breathe.

It touches me again. Despair. I run to my secret place, what can I do? I’m still lonely.

“Change what’s around you, show them my Light”. I heard the whisper, but I only see the city

The dawn rose. Warm, mercy new, hope restored, I want to see more from my city

I see the eyes of my people, all crying out for an escape. It needs a savior, my city

Who does it belong to? Who do they need? How can they be set free?

His grace, His healing, new dreams, new passion, the day is bright, in my city

Jesus Christ, our city, God Almighty, His city, Holy Spirit, take over,

This City!

Poem: Love Is

1 Corinthians 13:13
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Love is patient: When you sit by my side and look me in the eye while I tell you my problems.

Love is kind: When you kiss me on my forehead and tell me not to worry.

Love isn’t envious: When you told me how great of a person I was when I was down.

Love isn’t proud or rude: When you admit that I was right and you were wrong.

Love isn’t self-seeking: When you bought me something that day, just because.

Love isn’t easily angered: Like when I told you not to see me anymore, but instead you patiently waited for the right time to help calm me down.

Love keeps no record of wrongs: When you told me you forgot the times I hadn’t done my best. You should’ve been mad, but you told me I was worth more than that.

Love doesn’t rejoice over evil, but loves honesty: When you caught me lying to you, but you just wanted the truth and to fix what was broken.

Love always protects: When I needed you the most, you never left me.

Love always trusts: When I told you about my dreams and you pushed me to pursue them.

Love always hopes: When I thought my life was over, but you told me we would get through it.

Love always endures: I remember the time that you told me no matter what happens, God’s love for us was greater.

Poem: Technology

Romans 12:2

And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.

Technology flows across the processors of humanity, creating because of Creation.
Electricity surges inside our circuitry.  God fills us with power to impact every Nation.
Check your control panel, make sure you’re logged into His will.
His program cannot be done without us, calling out since startup.
Networking us to illegal operations, the hacker is trying to shut down God’s matrix
Only packing our folders with links to demonic cravings, switching our default settings.
Logically our memory can’t compute faith, so reboot your system and install the Master file.
Over and above is our Webmaster, King of Kings, who was digitized from Heaven to redeem us.
Give your life to your Programmer, refresh your mind, download His unfailing Word.
You are a child of God, update yourself and know your Father, let this data be transferred.

Poem: Worship

Romans 12:1
1Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship.

Am I on a false high, emotion aflame from the beats of sound?
Is this the way to Heaven, to bring fragrance to Your throne?
I don’t want to act like the rest, a puppet performing for their audience.
Are my arms raised enough, my cries loud enough, is this even real?
I need to let go, I need to be free, I don’t care what people think, I need to worship.
I will give my time, money, friends, family, career, life, as pure adoration to you.
I know that you will return it 100 fold. Take what I am and mold me to who I need to become.
Service to all, the way to greatness. I give you all praise. Make me holy as You are holy, merciful as you are merciful, a beacon of light shining to the lost.
It’s about You my Father, not me, it’s about accepting Your love, not impressing others, it’s about giving You thanks for You are worthy of all the glory.
I worship You, King of all Kings, Lord of Lords. I was made to love You, I was made to adore You. Beautiful savior, sweet lover of my soul…