The Moon 10-30-11

I look up to the Heavens,

this clear and starry night.

Though I am insignificant,

the moon is quite a sight.

I think I'd like to be the moon,

for it is often seen -

shining high above the earth,

with purpose in-between.

I wouldn't miss a single night,

so I could catch the gaze -

of every person of the earth,

that sees my every phase.

It wouldn't matter if some laughed

or poked me full of holes -

for craters, I'd already have.

No one could quash my goals...

I'd have one single, special goal -

it's here for what it's worth:

"to reflect love from God's own Son,

to all down here on earth."

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Door, The 10-30-11

Oh Lord,

There's a door that most mankind will never find -

a special door that opens like no other kind.

So many do not realize their whole life through,

that it's a door that stands between both them and You.

But Lord, there's hope!

It only takes a single ear to hear Your knock,

and takes - but a simple key - to turn the lock,

but many are too fearful so they run and hide,

and they insist on wearing their most selfish pride.

And Lord, it pains.

It pains whenever I hold my 'someone' dear,

but then they turn away with their most selfish ear.

It hurts, although I ask in earnest prayer and try -

until my heart grows dim with no more tears to cry.

Oh Lord, it hurts!

Our problems, whether great or small, You diagnose -

as You're the One who holds the troubled sparrow close.

Though once my tears were heavy and had wet the floor,

You hold my pool of tears and comfort me once more.

My Lord, that's love!

Allow both faith and knowledge of my Savior grow,

inside my precious loved ones so that they will know -

our special Savior holds the truth that He demands -

in love that's cupped inside both of His nail-scarred hands.

So Lord, grant faith!

I know enduring grace is here for all to see,

for others, on their deathbeds, who are just like me -

so if You could, please answer my most special prayer -

so You will always keep my children in Your care.

Dear Lord, in grace.

For You had showed humility there on the cross,

now show them great futility in pleasure's loss.

Show Your loving hands and feet - then show them more -

to help them find the faith to open their heart's door!

Please Lord! Amen.

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Mosquitoes 10-30-11

On a lesson-learning evening,

about a'half-past nine -

some pesky small mosquitoes,

wanted quick, to dine.

But trapped, they were, within a space,

between the screen and glass -

imprisoned in their little world

from which they could not pass.

Against the screen, I thought I heard

a tiny little thud -

but safely I, on other side,

kept every drop of blood.

My world was way off limits,

and I, they could not bite.

The only thing that they could do?

Take wing in futile flight.

Continuing in vain attempts,

they tried and tried and tried.

But in the end they shriveled up,

breathed their last, and died.

This poem's end? No, it is not -

for God had sent His Son -

and placed Him too, in our small world -

a sacrifice of 'one'.

We're not a'one bit different,

for we are just like those -

who found a Man in our own world

and 'ate' Him like mosquitoes.

Don't let confusion linger,

or lack of understanding -

for 'blood' was the whole subject on,

this lesson-learning evening.

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Terror and Blessings 10-29-11

Terror on the rampage,

terror in the sky,

terror in the cities,

terror by and by -

with no concern and no remorse

with cold and callous sigh -

enjoyment from the children with

their most despondent cry.

Death is by the devil,

where hate and anger lie,

terrorizing innocent,

until they see them die.

Blessings by the number,

blessings by the score,

blessings from the Heavens,

blessings that outpour -

to each of God's creation,

yet then He gave us more -

a Son who came to save the lost,

with crown of thorns He wore.

With nails in His hands and feet,

from terrors' angry roar.

The greatest of all blessings,

though terror wanted more.

Spiritual life

to terror's death...

who took dust

and gave us breath?

No matter how dumb

or how naive -

no matter what man

still wants to believe -

earth is below

and Heaven's above -

God is love.

God is love.

God is love.

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Prayer Of Love 10-23-11

Dear Lord and Savior, hear my prayer -

and help me comprehend and share...

...please touch my eyes, that I might view -

in ways a blind man might see You...

...please touch my ears, that I might learn -

in ways a deaf man might discern...

...please touch my nose, that I might smell -

Your perfumes where Your flowers dwell...

...please touch my lips, so I can speak -

so bravely bold, yet ever meek...

...please touch my hands, that I might show -

Your awesome works to souls below.

...please touch my feet, without delay -

so I can walk - what others say...

...then touch my heart, from there above,

so I can give - and others love.

Amen.

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Speechless 10-16-11

The interview was nearly done,

my destiny unknown.

I touted my accomplishments -

just God and I alone.

"Emergency." said Jesus then,

and brought a girl in.

"Suzy, she's a special one.

I wiped away her sin."

"The cancer took its toll on her

so Suzy's now with us.

There's nothing that she needs to say,

there's nothing to discuss."

Suzy had the cutest smile.

Her age was six or seven.

And Jesus held her in His arms

as we all stood in Heaven.

I saw the scars on each His hands

as He held close, her head -

His arms hugged her securely as -

He looked at her and said,

"Forever, always, you will be

with me in paradise.

For God so loved your little world

and I have paid the price."

I was a bit bewildered

with all that had occurred,

for Suzy, held securely -

had never said a word.

Not one small tear was in her eye.

They showed the greatest care -

but then God turned, looked back at me,

as I stood speechless there.

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Luke 23:39-43 (NASB)

39 One of the criminals who were hanged there was hurling abuse at Him, saying, “Are You not the Christ? Save Yourself and us!” 40 But the other answered, and rebuking him said, “Do you not even fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 And we indeed are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong.” 42 And he was saying, “Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!” 43 And He said to him, “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.”

Beyond My Weathered Window 10-8-11

Out beyond my weathered window,

out beyond my little view -

I see one from my rocker and,

I pray you see one too -

see one on each hillside,

see one on your way,

see one in each valley,

see one every day.

While the moon shines on the water,

and the sea reflects the light -

several boats pass through His painting,

with sails of halo white.

A sea bird glides in silhouette,

way above the sails masts -

way above the ropes and bollards,

the breezes travel past.

Man's final work arrives at dusk

before the reflections cease -

near piers I have known since childhood

on this, God's masterpiece.

Yet few have known that sunset orange,

and so fewer wonder why -

God's bright and vivid colors keep
on splashing though the sky.

And people race His vivid hues -

so oblivious and blind -

as God continues painting on

so generously kind.

Wide brush strokes still continue so -

with colors stark, bold and lush.

Though 'man' has stole the meanings -

our God still holds the brush.

Out beyond my weathered window,

out beyond my little view -

I watch Him from my rocker and,

I pray you see Him too -

see Him in the sunsets,
see Him everywhere,

see Him in the life you live -

and see Him in your prayer...

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