Jesus Christ

there is someone
who loves me
despite my flaws,
despite all the terrible mistakes
i have made.

he hears all the ugly thoughts
that inhabit my mind
he sees me in my darkest times
when i am weak, doubtful
when I’m ready to turn my back

and this man,
he sees how imperfect i am
this perfect man sees all my wrongs
and this is what he tells me:

“To me you are beautiful
to me you are worth it
i know you’re not perfect
i know you make mistakes,
but i will never turn my back on you
i will love you eternally
and i hope you can love me too.”

a perfect man not only tells me
he loves me, he shows me
how much every single day

and this man,
he loves you too.
—–Author unknown

I found this on instagram the other day and felt it needed to be shared with my readers. Blessings and Peace.

REVIVIAL

 

Guest Post by Maurice Dyson

…when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren.
Luke 22:32

A present day revival,
Could further our survival;
The Church has had such turning points before.
The grace of God’s election
Demands our introspection
As we approach that last immortal shore.
When Jacob was returning
From where he’d been sojourning,
His household put away their teraphim.
Because the Lord is holy,
He must be worshipped solely,
For no one reigns on high apart from Him.
Revival time for sinners,
Is when it starts within us,
Our conscience and the Word must be in tune.
The news will be explicit,
And not a soul will miss it,
That Christ is Lord and He is coming soon

The Lord has given Maurice Dyson a wonderful ability to take a passage of Scripture – a story, a Biblical character, a principle of truth – and present it in poetic form.

His aim in writing these poems is to teach people about the Lord, and to draw us back into the Scriptures, so that each of us would search out the wonderful things of God.

This poem is from his book 100 Poems of Praise: Christian Poetry to Praise God.

We would like to thank Mr. Dyson for such a lovely poem.

CREATION

 

Guest Post by Maurice Dyson

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
Genesis 1:1

The wonder of creation,
Is God’s own revelation;
It happened in a single point of time.
Though scientists debate it,
The Scriptures clearly state it,
In language transcendental and sublime.
When all has been computed,
Objections are refuted;
They cannot stand when placed against the text.
The claims of evolution,
Are just a vain solution,
For what has been and what is coming next.

The Lord has given Maurice Dyson a wonderful ability to take a passage of Scripture – a story, a Biblical character, a principle of truth – and present it in poetic form.

His aim in writing these poems is to teach people about the Lord, and to draw us back into the Scriptures, so that each of us would search out the wonderful things of God.

This poem is from his book 100 Poems of Praise: Christian Poetry to Praise God.

We would like to thank Mr. Dyson for such a lovely poem.

Blind-Sided

 

by c.f. leach

Hatred is like cancer, it eats you inside out;

Makes you lash out at the ones who love you as you scream and shout.

Causing you always to have nasty things to say just to inflict pain;

Because you refuse to realize your shortcomings, you gradually become profane.

You’ve lost your righteousness in some remote abyss…

As you conspire to antagonize with a serpent’s ‘hiss’.

Kindness is a quality you’ve hardly ever known,

When all around you everyone sees the evilness you’ve shown.

People genuinely concerned about what’s truly wrong with you;

Perhaps it’s spiritual warfare you are going through.

If only you’d reach out and grasp the LOVE that’s all around;

You then could grasp your FAITH and get up off the ground.

If only you could understand time keeps marching on;

As you engage in vengeful acts to enhance your evil wrongs.

And peering into the eyes of those who love you no matter what;

Aching to peel off the ugly mask for the TRUTH but…

That too makes you so sad;

After all the things you’ve done while being mad.

Yet having now the WISDOM to know you were robbed of great wealth,

While totally engrossed with your wretched inner self.

Missing out on blessings you never got to see;

All because Satan blinded you so easily.

Now the scales have fallen from your eyes and into the LIGHT your blindness is truly gone.

Thank GOD for His GRACE and MERCY, you’ve got another chance to carry on.

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The Joyful Journey

 

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5

by Maurice Dyson (Guest Post)

The Lord by His wisdom has founded the earth;
With judgment the heavens were bound;
The depths were divided when formed at their birth,
And dewdrops fell over the ground.

Let wisdom be kept as the gem of your eyes;
Discretion the object you seek;
So they will be life with no semblance of guise,
Transparent and never oblique.

Your steps will be safe in the valley or glade;
Your foot will not slip on the steep;
And when you lie down you will not be afraid,
For sweetness will compass your sleep.

Do not be alarmed by the terror or sword;
If troublesome times overtake;
The Lord will assuredly be your reward;
His loved ones He’ll never forsake.

The Lord has given Maurice Dyson a wonderful ability to take a passage of Scripture – a story, a Biblical character, a principle of truth – and present it in poetic form.

His aim in writing these poems is to teach people about the Lord, and to draw us back into the Scriptures, so that each of us would search out the wonderful things of God.

This poem is from his book 100 Poems of Praise: Christian Poetry to Praise God.

We would like to thank Mr. Dyson for such a lovely poem.

The Garden Of Life

The human mind is like a well groomed garden maze on a luscious chateau.

And the way out only the Gardner knows.

Thoughts, ideas and emotions flowing like high tides of a flood;

Yet you find yourself asking, “Why am I still stuck in this mud?”

Frustration and aggravation are all bottled up inside;

The route of life is one surreal ride!

One moment you’re basking in the sun then the next crashing on the rocks;

Now it’s time to take some serious stock…

Knock! Knock! Who’s there?

You feel like pulling out your hair…

By the black roots of your blonde brain;

“I’ve got to get off this train!”

Round and round and around you go;

Beat the time clock you’re moving too slow!

This ride is headed in the wrong direction;

You’re off course need to make a fast correction!

Listen! Listen! What do you hear?

You’ve finally come face to face with that fear…

Look in the mirror do you like what you see?

“No! No! This really isn’t me!”

Mirror, mirror on the wall;

Who’s the greatest of them all?

The Great One in the mirror you just can’t see;

‘Cause spiritual things aren’t all taken so literally.

Revelation is not sensuous, but comes from above;

Who you truly are can only be seen through agape love.

So step off the train and outside yourself to see at what you look.

Are you good? Are you bad? Are you a giver or a crook?

Look much closes–get face to face;

Suddenly you’ve found your rightful place.

Now you know exactly when and where to stand.

For you are merely on the center stage of life in the center of the Gardner’s plan.

© c.f. leach, Time Out: Poetic Reflections.

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The Black Hole

 Depression is like a black hole in space;

That devours all your positive thoughts and leaves you without a trace…

Or a clue as to who you are or what you should do.
Making you cross-examine your inner self: “Are you really you?”

A bottomless pit so deep, negative and strong;
Constantly emitting thoughts to your mind that your entire existence is wrong.

It causes you to become reclusive, desiring to be alone in the dark…
Traveling along cosines, sines, tangents and arcs.

Extending endlessly into total nothingness—naught.
Trying to seduce your mind away from all good and pure thoughts.

Soon self-pity, denial and anxiety move in,
Now you’re not sure where you are; even worse where you’ve been!

Add to this collage of emotions a dose of wrath;
You’re angry with yourself—you’ve chosen the wrong path.

Now panicked, neurotic and all in a tizzy;
You find yourself now really getting dizzy.

You’re too fat, you’re too thin;
You’re all alone, you have no friends.

You’re too old; your hair is getting gray,
All life’s ambitions are starting to slip away.

You’re too poor and the rest of the world is rich.
Now you fallen into the pitch…

Of the black hole, no sides, bottom or top.
When will all this insanity finally stop?

Spending money—shopping to ward off the strain;
Drinking and doing drugs to obliviously ease the pain.

But when you come back to yourself—number one;
You’re right back where you first begun.

Only now it’s much worse;
Suddenly you find yourself going through life in reverse.

So if you encounter a black hole that tries to suck you in,
Don’t let it psych you out my analytical friend.

Thank the Lord daily, never cease to pray and just keep your own pace,
Even if it means “time out” from this madness they call the human race.

© c.f. leach, Time Out: Poetic Reflections.

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When In Doubt

A lady sat at my desk today, she had one head-on collision;

With hard times and uncertainty which clouded her true vision.

The burdens were too heavy, trials much to hard as the tears began to flow;

“Why are all these things happening to me, I’d really like to know?”

“The harder I try the worse it gets.”

“There’s too much time gone and so many regrets.”

Her eyes emitted desperation one of those familiars cast by the master of illusion;

Which always leads to the wrong conclusion…

That your life is hopeless and there’s just now way to make repairs,

As we began to converse, she realized there was always Someone there.

Who feels your hurt, pain and sorrow;

And if He wills you’ll see a brighter tomorrow,

In the light of joy and truth,

Which means there is living proof….

That when you call Him and sincerely pray;

The Lord will always make a way.

©c.f. leach, Time Out: Poetic Reflections.

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Where Is Home?

Helped my son today with his math,
Trying to lead him down that narrow path.

Quality time with him was spent;
When he’s grown and gone I’ll ponder where the time went…

The time when he needed me;
As he grows older I rarely get to see

Him in the course of a day;
Yet he still gives me a hug and a kiss then he’s on his merry way.

Not has hyper or sporadic as he once used to be;
For some odd reason he takes life more seriously.

Trying so hard to make better grades,
His foundation is now being laid

For home is not simply an address nor a place to relax;
It is a beginning for getting your little ones on the right track.

It is not a structure where you hide and close your bedroom door;
Home is a place where you try much harder to give them more…

Of the tools they’ll need to be in this life complete;
Sanctified wisdom to help them retreat…

Into the spiritual strength;
That helps them overcome the adversary at great length.

And the stamina to endure no matter how hard life’s road may appear;
For the Holy Scriptures teach us to have no fear.

And for that which is righteous always persist;
All that is wrong try diligently to resist.

Home is where true love is found indeed;
Home is where you plant the seed.

©c.f. leach, Time Out: Poetic Reflections.

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