Category Archives: Jesus

Pride of Life

 “Don’t love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in them. Everything that is in the world—the craving for whatever the body feels, the craving for whatever the eyes see and the arrogant pride in one’s possessions—is not of the Father but is of the world.  And the world and its cravings are passing away, but the person who does the will of God remains forever.”  1 John 2:15-17

These worldly things with greed like kings
the flesh and eyes do crave.
In toil and strife, we cling to life
as if it’s ours to save.

We often ask, “is this a task
too menial for me?”
But set aside that ugly pride
serve sacrificially.

All this wanting, ever daunting
just count it all as loss.
Humble your heart, be set apart
and look upon the cross.

Lust of the flesh – the soul’s enmeshed
All sin just leads to death.
But turn back now, He’ll show you how
God is your life and breath.

Don’t trade your soul, show self-control
now is your faith in vain?
Christ has been raised, on Him you’ve gazed
in Jesus all is gain.

Lust of the eyes – word to the wise
it all will fade away.
So do God’s will, He loves you still
He longs for you today.

By His mercy, but unworthy
not fit – but useable.
A servants heart, state of the art
to God, it’s beautiful.

Poetry Type: Triquatrain




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You Must Believe and Not Doubt

…because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.  – James 1:6

More belief equals less doubt.
Are you like the wave?
Blown and tossed?

Fear not, the Lord is with you.
Is your faith choked out?
Drowned by fear?

With outstreatched hand, He’ll save you.
Do you believe this?
Then why doubt?

Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”  Matthew 14:31

Poetry Type: Quinzaine



by | January 19, 2014 · 1:27 pm

Hope of Heaven

“We who have turned to Him can have great comfort knowing that He will do what He has promised. This hope is a safe anchor for our souls. It will never move. This hope goes into the Holiest Place of All behind the curtain of heaven. Jesus has already gone there.”  Hebrews 6:18-20 (NLV)

Through chronic pain and prolonged death
or stark fatality
each one will take a final breath
life’s only guarantee.
Go peacefully, God’s in control
no longer torn by flesh and soul
Go peacefully
Go peacefully
to suffer not and be made whole.

The Shepherd’s voice will lead you home
beyond the dying night.
For His Name’s sake, now bid shalom
empowered by His might.
Unfailing love through Christ adore
He is The Way forevermore
Unfailing love
Unfailing love
a place prepared with grace in store.

Darkest valley, we dread you not
because our God is near.
Unending life our Savior bought
the tomb we will not fear.
Beyond the grave, go safe and free
your King awaits to comfort thee
Beyond the grave
Beyond the grave
He’ll guide you to eternity.

Poetry Type: Trijan Refrain


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For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine, but according to their own desires, because they have itching ears, they will heap up for themselves teachers; and they will turn their ears away from the truth, and be turned aside to fables.  2 Timothy 4:3-4

Desire to know and understand needs no apology
big eyes look to mystic things and itching ears keep searching
by reading stars with charts and codes and numerology
potent snakes await by night to snare the one whose lurching.

Disguised as blazing angels, they will keep you seeing red
hypnotizing venom sucks the life out of tomorrow,
eclipsed by outer darkness valid questions go unsaid.

Ambushed soul becomes entrenched in discontent and sorrow
so deep into deception now the serpent makes your bed
who are you but one poor soul now hidden in the shadow?

The search for Truth will satisfy your curiosity
peace and grace for restless minds; the dragon He will trample,
abide in God, be strong in Christ, the devil he must flee,
step among the Light of Hope whose Love is always ample.

Poetry Type: Sonnet (Written as a “Stress Checkerboard Sonnet” – invented by Luke Prater )

I was inspired to try my hand at this very difficult poetic form by prolific poet –  Beth Winter


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Song In The Night

Sing and make music to the Lord in your hearts; always give thanks to God the Father for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Ephesians 5:19-20

Young life ripped apart,
one more shattered heart,
everything around us fails.
Then God makes a way
by Mercy’s new day;
His Love is in the details.

Through times of peril
dark days feel sterile –
the beginning of sorrow.
Twilight entangles,
evil sin mangles,
and grief plunders tomorrow.

Afflicted and torn,
we know how to mourn,
yet comfort is sown in tears,
stored up in God’s palms,
yielding endless psalms
despite these arduous years.

Wars, rumors of war,
crying “How much more?”
Witnessing the end of days,
with faith like a child
on whom God has smiled,
we must watch and pray always.

Famine of the soul,
doubt has paid its toll,
leaving all hope unspoken.
But strum chords of praise
with an upward gaze
and sing lyrics unbroken.

Seek out His true Light
in the darkest night,
God loves to share His guidance.
Faith resounds through strife,
bubbling up to life
trading places with silence.

Pure song in the night,
notes we didn’t write,
God’s melody makes us whole.
Perfect above all,
answering our call,
sweet words whispered to the soul.

Poetry Type: alouette

It is such a beautiful thought that God gives us His song in the night. I certainly have had this experience in times of both joy and adversity where God brings His Word to my remembrance in the form of a scripture, a song or a poem. It is such a comforting moment of peace and I pray that you have experienced God’s Word in this way.

Paraphrasing Proverbs 6:22, we learn that God’s Word “will guide us when we walk, protect us when we sleep, and talk to us when we are awake.” Charles Spurgeon expounded on this scripture in one of his sermons, saying that God’s Word has three purposes: 1) to guide us 2) to be the guardian of our days and 3) to be our sweet companion.

God’s Word is always personal no matter what state of mind we are in – whether it be happiness or sadness – peacefulness or fearfulness. When you embrace the Word of God, the Word of God embraces you. As we look at the world around us today, we see so much pain and suffering that now more than ever, we need God’s Word as our sweet companion.

My prayer is that no matter what challenges you are facing, that God will give you His song in the night.


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Stand Firm

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. Ephesians 6:12-16

Still standing,
Still standing strong.
Though the enemy will shake us,
He cannot silence our song.
Still standing,
Still standing strong.
The storms still come,
the seas are rough,
Keep holding course,
it won’t be long.
Still standing,
Still standing strong.
when all is said and done

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All Things True

I have come as a light into the world, that whoever believes in Me should not abide in darkness. John 12:46

To fall, with all abandon,
into Your loving arms,
this is the true test of faith.

In the midst of Your presence, I discovered
complete emptiness without You.
Until I saw Your Light,
I couldn’t begin to comprehend
the darkness of my world.
Living in a prison with unlocked doors,
it was there I experienced real freedom.
Finally recognizing the stench
of my own sin, all but consumed
by the sweet aroma
of Your unceasing prayers for me.
Only aware of my blindness
after catching Your vision,
I was deaf until You spoke clearly
into my soul.

To feel Your love is to know
the source of all things true.


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