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I went back to page two and looked - it was sparklyeyesofwonder who shared the sand video.

This is one of my darker poems and is close to my heart and is for all who have been through childhood sexual abuse.

Mercy's Choice

Hush little baby
don't you cry.
Don't tell a soul
or you will die.
Can't you see
that Poppy loves you,
your so pretty
now don't be blue.
It's not your dummy
and it's not your thumb,
but take this in
and we will have some fun.
Hush now Poppy
don't you cry.
Yes I've grown up
and it is your turn to fly.
The game you played
was no fun.
Your redemption is found
in God's only Son.
He healed me,
He will heal you too.
But we all need to ask
before we breathe our last.

Debbie.
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I enjoyed reading your poems, Debbie. Thanks for sharing your gift with us.
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OK - I know my last poem was a bit like...yeah tough stuff so here is one I wrote about 20 years ago just after my mother died.

GOD

We pray to the Lord
to help us out.
Do you ever wonder?
Do you ever doubt?

Who is this man above,
what is the meaning of his Love?
Is he really a being
or are we blind in our seeing?

Where shall I look,
what will I find?
Behind the shadows
in the corners of my mind.

and this is one I wrote about seven years ago after being in church for three years and leaving because I relapsed.

CRIKEY!

Dog eat dog!
Bitch slap bitch!
I am:
not an animal!
I am:
a human being
doing the best I know how!

You will always
see all I AM
and all He believes
lived through me.
Be I:
rich or poor
male or female
greek or jew.

I am:
a human being
doing what pleases me
or the Creator.
Always swaying.
I am:
dying hard in this!

It is not that I
don't trust Him
It is not trusting
myself
to return His Love
correctly!

Laws and Love
or Law of Love
Choice
Choose
Chosen
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Chess

once I think I have you
You turn it round and play the other side
and all my world is unfamiliar
all I have is butterflies
and I don't know what you'll do
am I safe with you?

do I even know your name?

and then after a while I start to see
the unfolding of the mystery
and find my feet and laugh again
rejoice in knowing everythings ok......
then you say
its my turn to play.

you keep me child like
you keep me guessing
but always winning

you keep me curious
my life's shifting in your movements
and no I don't know whats to come

sometimes,
I forget your face
get caught up in the rat race
and try to play with wit and flair
forgetting all along
that you're the one who matters most;
winning won't satisfy my heart.

This morning I threw down my hands in frustration
and grief and sorrow overwhelmed my little side of life
then I looked at you....
something always happens when I look at you
I become so small
but totally true
totally one
in my need of you

and it's all so simple
it's all so clear,
it's, 'please wont you hold me?'

just when I think Ive made it,
juts when I think Ive won this round,
just when I think Ive mastered it,
you turn it round, it's your turn
its your turn.

I've never liked chess
I still don't like it
but the part I hate the most, is not knowing
feeling so unable
so helpless
so unwise

why would you give
a child a mansion?
why would you give me keys to the throne room?
all I do is draw on your walls
and make little cubbyholes from the tables and chairs
maybe dig in the garden with your cutlery
maybe make mud pies with your crown..

then you come along side,
your robe in the mud and tell me a little about it
tell me what they're really for and I feel so ashamed
and I feel so unable
to be your own
when I'm so like me.

I still don't get it, the way of your love
I still am so unable to release all my fear
the pains so familiar
the trying and making it
the being worthy part
I cling to it
dearly

but in my own strength
I never had the power
to ascend to you
in my own strength I never had the power
to run to you

thats why you did it all so long ago
you made the way little
for a little one like me
and I'll take my efforts off so I can press through
into the fullness of you

all I want is my child heart back
the one thats free in your love for me
and no I don't want to be a thinker
i'll be a believer,
its so much more beautiful

Beautiful One,
you made the roses
you made the gardens
the fruit trees and flowers
and all of my smiles
and all of the laugher
free flows from who you are

If you made me once,
you'll make me again father
this heart is yours
but it does need some mending
lets take a break
and run around the park

the chess game can sit by itself awhile
I don't need to worry
you've all ready won.


- Eleasah
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Roman Soldier

You pull me closer
Then tell me to carry my cross
You draw me nearer
Then tell me I will suffer loss
You drown out my protests
With a single touch of your breath
You catch my attention at the herald for your death
Your eyes lock on mine
And you speak what no words can say
My stomach heaves at the thought of what I’ll pay
You whisper my name
But all I can do is shout
You breathe your last breath
And in the darkness of day leave no doubt !

It is I that you died for !
It is I that you cried for
When I mocked at your sorrow
When you KNEW that by morrow
Your blood on my hands, my spit on your face
Oh, you knew that I would tell of your saving grace !

And surely, surely you are the Son of God !
And surely, surely you did not die in vain ?
Your blood on my hands
Now threads through my veins
Your death on that cross
Now LIFE is all that remains.



GRAVESTONE FOR GOD

And what would we write on a gravestone for God ?

“Here lies Yeshua, the carpenters son
here lies immortal, now his work is done !”

But wait ! Who goes there on this cold morn ?
Could that be HE for me that was torn ?

AWAKE ! O HOST OF HEAVEN SEE !
HERE HE COMES, WATCH THE DEMONS FLEE !

OPEN THE GATES; THE KING OF GLORY COME IN !
SOUND THE TRUMPET BLAST – FOR DEATHS STING IS PAST !

And we in glorious rapture fall to our knees
As He passes on by me
He looks right at me
Son of Adam, Roman soldier; friend and brother, son and Mother, sister and father, Daughter of Eve.

BEHOLD, Your Beloved !
Will not die again!
BEHOLD, your Beloved !
Unbinder of men
BEHOLD, Your Beloved !

HAS RISEN AGAIN !
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awesome worship thru words to you both.
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Based on the last few podcasts, it seems to be appropriate to post this poem I wrote when I was first beginning to learn to walk with Christ.

Learning to live immersed,

Brettact2

Go Ahead

Go ahead,
My child,
Give it another try,
Don't runaway and hide,
Don't shrivel up and cry,
Don't refuse to look Me straight in the eye;
Just give it another try.

Forget your failure,
I have.
There is nothing to fear,
Forget how you appear,
Who, but I, sees clear?

I am your Father,
I am your guide,
There need not be reason for pain to reside.
Just give it another try.

Forget your human rights,
What looks good only by sight.
Allow Me to teach you what is real,
Then you will know how to feel,
So the abundant life will always be your seal.

Go ahead,
My child,
Give it another try,
So give it, give it another try.
Give Me, give Me another try.
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Thank you Brett. What a lovely piece of work to remind us that we are loved children, not lowly, worthless servants. :)
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I do some crafty things, usually tea party related.
my giant teapot is my favorite.
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and I'm working on a blog
http://www.teapartywhimsy.wordpress.com
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What an awesome picture! I love your giant teakettle and your blog is adorable. I think I’ll send this link to my daughter. My granddaughter and her friends will love it. Thanks for sharing this. :)
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having gone through a tough time with someone I had given my heart to... these words came to me...

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Picture was take on a beach near her home.... bittersweet memories...
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May we all come to know Papa as we are known...
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An another that came to me while still in the IC...

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At the the foot of the Cross

At the feet of the Cross, all my burdens I lay.
At the feet of the Cross, what is there to say?
At the feet of the Cross, to my Lord do I pray.
At the feet of the Cross, I fall to my face.
at the feet of the Cross, I yield to His grace.

At the foot of the Cross, I look up to His glory.
At the foot of the Cross, I remember His story.
At the foot of the Cross, to His will I must bend.
At the foot of the Cross, His love does He send.
At the foot of the Cross, with tears streaming down.
At the foot of the Cross, I remember thorny crown.

At the feet of the Cross, to Him my heart I must give.
At the feet of the Cross, my thoughts does He sieve.
At the feet of the Cross, Deaths sting is lost.
At the feet of the Cross, we need count the cost.
At the feet of the Cross, my heart fills with light.
At the feet of the Cross, I strive for the right.

At the foot of the Cross, in awe do I stand.
At the foot of the Cross, His creation, a man.
At the foot of the Cross, my thoughts do I turn.
At the foot of the Cross, Doing His will I do yearn.
At the foot of the Cross, I sing chorus so joyous.
In His mercy I rest, it is, oh sooo glorious!
May we all come to know Papa as we are known...
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I love reading all of your words of worship to the lord.. I guess it's time to jump into the fray! Freely I've received, so I freely give this poem to you about the love of God ;)

Strong and majestic; a Love of unsearchable depths.
Everlasting and eternal; but Love would die a million deaths.

Love has no distance, in it all become one.
Love is right there with you, no matter where you run.

Love lives in eternity; do you dare to wonder how?
To Love, the time for love will only ever be right now.

Losing track of time when something lovely is on your mind;
Between yesterday and tomorrow, Love is the force that binds.

Time was born in Love;
It's a way to take things slow.
The source of all life's pleasure;
Love likes to see things grow.
Yet regardless of your capacity,
Love will always over-flow.

Beyond all comprehension and yet it's always true.
Through believing eyes you'll realize theres Love in all you do.
Breathing in "I love you" and exhaling "I love you too."
In and in, through and through; Love makes all things new.
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I posted this in another thread but saw this afterward and it seems to be getting more attention. So here is my first song ever! I have a video on Youtube that is really the original version the link is http://youtu.be/Hn85iHAdd8I

The head worship leader and I re-arranged the song and so some chords and words have changed as well as some of the arrangement.


Falling Weak
Verse 1
Bm A
You carry me in these days of grace
G A
Wrapped up tightly in your embrace
Bm A
You sweep me up in your strong wind
G A
Oh, cast your light deep within
Pre-Chorus
G A
There’s always guarantee in your mercy
G Bm A
You shed your blood in perfect love 2x
Chorus
Bm
Take me to the breaking point
A E
I let go, I let go
Bm
Falling heavy, falling weak
A E
I let go, I let go
Verse 2
Bm A
I forfeit all my plans for You
G A
For days filled with wonder, beauty new
Bm A
Piercing Heart, Oh break me apart
G A
Soften me, so I may see
Bridge
D A E
I’m holding out my hand my salvation draws near

D A E
I’m giving up control and I won’t fear
D A E
I’m giving you all my fear. I let go, I let go
I’m giving you all my… (repeat)
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Hello.

It's been a while since we had anything new in here. I was just reading thru a collection of poems and thought I'd share a few. They aren't mine, but timeless.

Speak gently, kindly to the poor,
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word. GW Langford


Where laughter is
There has been pain;
Where sunshine is,
There has been rain.

All yesterdays
Were once tomorrows
And surely,
Joys will follow sorrows. CR Gibson

Does loneliness have a sound?
The distant laughter of children playing
Or a howling dog in the cold of night?
And terror? Is it slow, deliberate
Ticking of an ancient clock
Or the screeching rubber of the last bus
Pulling away in the middle of the night?
As you walk along the beach
Does the crashing surf and the scream
Of a lone seagull catch the feeling of
A great loss?
Does loneliness have a sound? Neil Mascolo


Turn stones into bread before unfeeling men,
Let me move mountains and praise you again.
Valentina, a woman of Leningrad

A seed is sown,
It is watered with blood,
God's people know
Much fruit will come.
Luba, young Russian girl


Sometimes God puts you with the flowers,
Sometimes He lets you walk in the sunlight,
But often you are in the shadows,
And then you walk in deepest night.
But He is there in every valley
Even when you do not understand…
Trust Him… because He's always there…
Guiding…leading…holding your hand. Marion Schoeberlein


Dare to Stand alone with God

If your afraid to follow the truth
Lest it lead you away from the flock,
You are building on the sinking sand,
And not the solid Rock.
If you're afraid to turn on the light
Lest it reveal the cracks in your creed,
You'll be naked, and cold, and blind
In the time of your greatest need.


All Things to Me

And since I am not brave & strong,
Give me Thy hand.
The night is dark and this is such a foreign land.
And since I stumble often, lest
I lose my way,
Walk with me 'till the night becomes another day.

Thou knowest of my need for love,
Since love Thou art.
Let me lay my weary head
Against Thy heart.
And being nothing without Thee,
Lord, Thou must be all things to me.

Grace Easley


It is God's intent & pleasure
To have Christ revealed in me,
Nothing outward as religion,
But His Christ within to be.

It is God's intent & pleasure
That His Christ be wrought in me;
Nothing outwardly performing,
But His Christ my all to be.

It is God's intent & pleasure
That His Christ may live in me;
Nothing as an outward practice,
But His Christ working inwardly.

It is God's intent & pleasure
That His Christ be formed in me;
Not the outward forms to follow,
But Christ growing inwardly.

It is God's intent & pleasure
That His Christ make home in me;
Not just outwardly to serve Him,
But Christ dwelling inwardly.

It is God's intent & pleasure
That His Christ my hope may be;
It is not objective glory,
But 'tis Christ subjectively.

It is God's intent & pleasure
That His Christ be all in me:
Nothing outwardly possessing,
But His Christ eternally.



The Word

This is the day which the Lord has made.
No other power could master it!
Without His love
I would be too dull to receive it.
I am as much a part of this day
Which the Lord has made
As these trees, this breeze,
That sweeping sky, the notes of birds.
I too have a purpose, a reason.
So rejoice, O heart, & take full part of this-
The day which the Lord has made.

Vivian Stewart


Surely I have gone down into the pit. My life has become like the excess waters, searching for a place to hide. My hiding places have all been discovered, there is no place that I may rest, that I might catch my breath. My friends avoid me, afraid to come too close, for fear of being caught up in my wake. My sleep brings no escape, only continued terror, even magnified. Time stands still, mocking me. Hope becomes nightmare, fear becomes reality. Faith is become a byword, having lost my understanding. My pain reminds me that I'm still alive, waiting, waiting. The tide comes in, waves crashing, pounding, sucking me in. I go.

Rescue is imminent, God is with me. Surely there is no place I can go that He has not been before. My life, my love, my needs: all is known, all is seen. He picks me up and sets me in a safe spot, warming, drying. Teach me to walk, o Lord, show me thy ways. Let me not fall into the pit. Hold me in your hand. Guide me in your light, lead me like a lamb, bring me home, so that I might rest my head, that I may ease my troubled mind. Heal me.
Michael Hofer '87
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