Category: Poetry
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My Grace is Sufficient for Thee
Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on…
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To Break a Man
No man was ever too hard for God’s Love to breakOnly by everlasting wisdom does He decide in Himself Who in His mercy He would draw to come see the LightAnd who in judgment He forsakes to depths of darknessIn the mire of his sins and hardness of his heartGod…
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Covered by Love
The Lord has appeared of old to me, saying: “Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you.” (Jeremiah 31:3) Here I am, lying in quiet contemplationAs you gently serenade my soulWith lyrics sung to an eternal tune.You speak peace to my stormsAnd bring an end to my fears.Your…
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A Tale of Time
The sweet chiming of bells; slow passage of timeCackling of chickens and chirping of cricketsRemind me of the future we once dreamt aboutThe story of my life: a true motion pictureFar more to tell than that which meets the eyesMuch harder to sell in cold weather than iceHold your thoughts:…
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Rise
Rise Above my fears and your misfortune Above your failure and my weakness Today could just become your day But first, you will need to rise again Rise To the tune of your glorious anthem And the rhythm of my solemn pledge To the challenge of restoring the ruins And…
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Shadows
Why do the shadows look bright, almost blood-red?Strange hues of orange, like fire dancing in the darkRemind us of the forgotten, whose blood were shedAnd of fires we stoke as attack dogs keep up the bark We forged strange friendships on the altars of deceitBroke up alliances with those who…
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Joseph
Though a solitary wanderer lost in foreign landsYet stayed true to the culture of my native homeThe blessings of my father were far much greaterThan amazing bounties found in everlasting hillsEminent among brothers, a prince among sonsHumbled by circumstances; loved by my fatherI found unusual favour with my Father above…
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Pain
In the throes of pain, Nothing else matters more Than the irresistible allure Of good ol’ sweet relief. “Make it go away; make it Stop and never start again” You scream in agony. Your words turn to gibberish As the universe fades away Surely would pay any price To loose…
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Rest (A Short Poem)
While older men are looking befuddled Little boys are playing with puddles The irony of humanity; ever under siege From desires that put our wisdom to test Sorrow grows with age and knowledge As people fail in the struggle to find rest Rest, my soul, in the eternal God alone.
Chronicles of a Journeyman 