Beckoning, wooing; flagging her fancy
for who may fall victim; inviting
to all with promises of safety and pity.
The understanding mother
and the soothing mistress;
her cushion bosom is full
of consolations and illusions;
ignorant men find sick comfort
and empty content in her cradle.
Foolishness sure has her besotting ways! Read the full article here …
Tell it to the birds, I am not listening
Tell it to the birds, for all I care
Tell it to the birds, I don’t believe it
Tell it to the birds, there’s no interest here! Read the full article here …
You live in a complicated world,
And unlike your feelings,
You don’t own it or control it.
Life has it’s music – a wild orchestra
With happenstance seemingly falling in and out of line;
Sometimes, it’s checkered tune is insufferable
And the passing of time may seem a miserable monotony. Read the full article here …
I’m the rugged and hard worn gospel truth;
The aged, weather beaten, sun-washed road sign Read the full article here …
I don’t know what may happen if you entered for a beauty pageant
Gladly, it doesn’t matter here
[Placing my right hand across my chest and over my heart]
Here there’s only one crown, one judge and one contestant,
There’s no second possible outcome.
You are my uncontested beauty queen.
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I could drag on like this or I may not
About how I’m living or dying – guessing or caring not
Thriving is a lesser problem – this is a different kind;
I’m not seeking to be special …
Whereas what is normal is so undefined
What is my existence? I’m blinded to ordained purpose…
Who am I?
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Life, God has made rich in wonders -
We haven’t seen them all.
Yet it’ll never give us enough satisfaction
If we only always look for more.
We often think that great blessings
Only lie in painful paths
So we despise the simple chance for love, joy and fulfillment
That God bestows in our laps.
It seems my beloved, you landed right in my lap Read the full article here …
Whether it brings downpour or a brilliant shine
Some days may be murky, others will be fine
But whether we are thankful or sad
Is left for our imagination to decide;
Events never tell a single story,
And everyday is many-sided poetry.
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Like the distant crow of an early rooster
I am neither loud nor a whisper;
like the voice of cascading waterfalls
that quiet hearts, gently refreshes;
I am the music of silence,
I am the voice of enchantment.
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Looking, learning, growing and following
Step by step, he’s imitating Jesus;
Leaning, trusting, overcoming and testifying
Over sin and self, becoming victorious.
Wisdom, melody, worship, thanksgiving…
Applying his heart to things pure and praise worthy.
Yielding body, intellect, substance and everything -
His instruments to bring God glory.
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