Greatest Gifts

Greatest Gifts

Friday, August 31, 2012

The Lord's creatures are given much the same as us

Tonight I thought I'd have a bit of fun. I have written a few poems that are a humorous but get the point across. Check these out.
It says in Mathew 6:26  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away barns and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. 
Here is my take well ok a bit silly but... oh just read this:
 
Creatures of the Lord

Birds fly
Mice skitter
Chipmunks scurry
Cows moo
Horses gallop
Dogs wag and pant
Cats purr
Fish swim
But they never ask why or where
He provides for them with no matter what
            Why would we expect anything different?
Are we different?
Aren’t we dependent on Him?
Does the food we eat come from Him?
Does the material to clothe us come from Him?
So why do we expect different from other creatures?
We breathe
Critters have breath
We sleep
Critters sleep
We sing
Critters have voice
See the pattern? I do.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Wings of My Eagle

When I began my poetry, one of the first images I had of God's mighty strength was that of an eagle. I find eagles are very majestic, strong, bold and have a really great sense of sight, like our Lord. Some days I feel like I'm flying high in the sky on His wings, while other days I feel like I'm on my own. I never fear because I know if I fall He will be there to catch me. So tonight's poem is: Wings of My Eagle. This was written very early in my walk and I had not known the book of Isaiah. Little did I know this same idea is found in Isaiah 40:31 But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on the wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.


Wings of My Eagle

With the wings of my Eagle I will fly
Without fear through the sky
As long as I have My God to hold
My heart will soar and will hurt no more
For my Lord is with me even in my slumbers
‘Till I awaken
and through my days when I grow old
He will carry me over the mountains
glide me through the valleys as I grow weary
Yet when I am strong,
 He’ll let me stretch my wings to the ends of the earth

Hang on tight will I
As I soar through the sky
 when I’ve flown to far and can fly no more
On His Mighty wing I will  rest
There I will stay until the dawn of a new day
When He shall spread His wings
And let me fly on His wings
Without fear through the sky
With the wings of My Eagle I do fly.


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

My Shepherd waited for me

Learning to love Jesus is a challenge especially when met with resistance to people who have not learned of the joy it can bring.  For years I thought I was alone many times but I now know I never was. Throughout the years even though I was not a follower, I knew and believed God existed but I let  worldly things keep me from my faith. I finally had come to a point where I wasn't liking the way things were and demanded change. Who better to go to than God our Father. So I finally knocked down that wall and let my Shepherd in. In all my years, The Lord is My Shepherd Psalm 23 stuck in my mind. So when it came to my writing poetry it was only natural that I write this:


You are My Shepherd, Come In

I hear a knock
But I just look towards the clock
You knock once more, so I go to the door
I can hear a voice but still see no one,
so I turn to run
yet You are there
I feel You stare
I stop and hesitate
 I can’t ignore You
So I open the door
As I motion for You to enter
I fall to my knees and cry
“It’s you! My Shepherd,”
I want to give You thanks for all you do
But just don’t know how cause all I can say is Wow!
You are here in my house
Not sure if I should have let you in
For I’m not prepared and it’s dirty as a louse
I’m not sure I am the right hostess
I look for a place to hide
Then You reach your hands to me and take mine into yours,
A flood of peace comes over me
I’m ready now My Shepherd
To lead you to the door of my hurts and sins combined
I give You the key and let You do to the room what you need
You waste no time at all as you tear down each wall
I begin to feel free from the sins that cling to me
 I’m sure glad I’ve finally let you in
To deal with my terrible sin
“My Shepherd” I say
“Forgive me for taking so long to let you in”
You say no words but continue on
 we move to another door,
‘Stop’ I yell
‘Can we not enter this room just yet?’
Not sure if I can do it.
“Oh Shepherd dear”, I ask “grant me the strength I need”
You smile and say “one step at a time dear child”

Learning to live in faith takes one step at a time. Each step brings us closer to our Shepherd. Why not let him in?

Stepping Stones Chapter 1

A few years back I began writing poems and for awhile it was non stop. Sometimes I'd write 3 or 4 in a row. I didn't know what to do with them. I have thought of a book of poetry but wasn't so sure that would peak peoples interests. After considering what to do in prayer, I decided to start this blog to share my poetry with the world. These poems were all inspired by God, his creations and the events in my life centering around him. The inspiration came one day after church. Our pastor had preached on Psalm 13: How long , O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? Look on me and answer, O Lord my God. Give light to my eyes or I will sleep in death; my enemy will say " I have overcome him, and my foes will rejoice when I fall. But I trust in you unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord for he has been good to me.
After hearing this it weighed on my heart all day. I had left the service in tears that day. So that night I sat down with paper and pen and began writing what was on my heart. I do hope you enjoy my Stepping Stones in Faith. With each stone upon which I walk, I grow in my faith. Praise be to the Lord himself, who inspires me. There is still a book in the works so please keep tuned.

Going Home


Streets are dark
Air is cold
A single bag I do hold
The contents are heavy and old
I stagger here and there
But not from the drink
It is my bag of luggage that carries
Much more than I think
So many roads to choose
Not sure where to turn
A safe place to rest is what I yearn
As I make my journey I turn
Down many roads all leading to nowhere
I cry out for help but no one comes aware
I cry out in desperation but still continue on
This road looks familiar I say
Like I’ve been here before
Yet I take it anyway
this time You are there with open arms
Not sure what to do
I am scared
As I tremble still I reach out
With my eyes closed and face hidden
But You take my hand and lead me down a new road
Nothing like I’ve seen before
Should I follow You?
Where are You leading me?
Why won’t I let go?
What’s down this road?
I must know
To scared to turn back
I want to go this road so bad
But at what cost?
Was I that lost?
Thought a child was told never to roam that far from home
Is that where I’m heading?
Has my Father finally found me?
Is He leading me home?
How will I know?
How can I know it’s my Father here with me
How can I know if I’m going home?
The warmth in my soul and the desire for warmth in my heart tells me
I am Going Home!

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We all have gifts given to us by The Lord God above even before we were a glint in our parents eye. The Lord designed each one of us to have a gift. What we choose to do with the gifts he gives us is what matters. I chose to share my gift with the world. I'm not a professional. I have had no educational training in poetry writing other than basic english that they teach you in school. All my poems are inspired by God's word and the desire to have a better relationship with him. I have also been inspired by life events that God has led me to healing for. I am a mother of 2 boys trying to do my best to please the father and raise my boys to live the same way.