|Living Poet |
There is a place where unicorns prance
Unfettered, tamed in freedom
And parakeets are told
They too, can go to heaven.
Kittens are fascinated by butterflies
and the common bond of motion
There are ladybugs in this place
And gentleman bugs, too.
Swans are married forever here
And bees never die
For if they did, God forbid
Flowers would disappear
There is a raibow in the eye
The very same rainbow in the sky
There is a star that rises in the morning with the sun
Calling out from darkness, each and everyone
And if you never thought such a blessed place could be
Welcome today to paradise
Children of the Lord.
On This Side Of Midnight On this side of midnightI can see my enemyBut he can't see meOn this side of midnightI can love my enemyAnd hope one day he'll see On this side of midnightThe darkness turns to day I traveled far to get here What more can I say?~Deborah~
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~ A DIFFERENT PATH~
Where once I walked
The path now fades,
The steps of youth
This path I made.
Farewell to paths -
Farewell to youth -
A path secure.
A different path
I now must trod,
But, not alone...
I walk with God.
by: Debra Dickson
~ SMALL WONDERS ~
Today I pat a baby bumble bee...
I did! I really did!
A few years back I wished a white dove to see...
God sent a white robin instead!
O' the wonderment God's creation brings...
I see Him in the smallest things.
His voice cries out as nature sings...
by: Debra Dickson
And, to commemorate the one-year anniversary of the tragic loss of Princess
Diana (08-31-98), I am also including a poem I wrote in tribute to her.
(You also have my permission to include this one if you so choose.) The
~ 'TWAS ENGLAND'S ROSE ~
'Twas England's Rose
This lovely flower,
Spread forth her vine
Toward majestic tower.
Covering with beauty
So fragrant, so rare,
Her season has ended...
The vine, now, so bare.
Where is our Elijah,
To sound a prophetic warning in the land?
Where is our David,
Against the giant to take a stand?
Plagues following close behind.
Where is our Moses,
Our Promised Land to find?
The people grow weary,Where is our Joshua,
Our journey has been long.
To guide us safely home?
by Debra Dickson
God's love came down
His Perfect Lamb
Was nailed upon the tree.
His blood ran down
Onto the ground
And now it flows in me.
by Debra Dickson
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A Paid Lover?
By Ronald Shultz, May 17, 1980
Do I praise only when the sun's not under cover?
Do alleluias come only when the waves of blessing roll?
Oh God, am I just a well paid lover
Or do I love you from the depth of my soul?
The skies often grow black and life is so cold.
No beams of love I perceive.
Does then my Christian testimony remain bold
Or do I, alone, in bitter silence grieve?
The tender words of a well paid lover,
Is this what the Master truly desires?
No, not ones who around the paymaster hover,
But those whose hearts are raging fires!
Old Job, your love was certainly tried,
Your soul sifted and doom your only cover.
From the Bible's pages, God hast cried,
"You're not well paid, but truly my lover!"
Yes, God poured out gifts from above
And gave you more than you had at the start.
These were not wages. They were tokens of love
To the one who always loved God from his heart.
In my testings and trials that often abound,
When there is no sense of peace from above,
O, then in such a state let my heart be found
That when Satan screams, "Paid, Paid!", I whisper, "Love."
by Ronald Shultz, May 5, 1983
Life is nothing but grabbing for dollars.
There is no God or Hell or so say the scholars.
A gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave,
That is all there is unless Jesus will save.
I must sing, dance, and definitely get high,
Since this is it, there is no by and by.
If I lie, steal, and cheat I will do rather well.
There is just one rub, what if there is a Hell?
I have studied Rousseau, Kant, and Descartes, you see,
So what is this crucified Saviour to me?
I have got money to burn and fine wine to quaff,
But, what if this resurrection thing is not a laugh?
I have followed Buddha, Mohammed, and done yoga awhile,
But being a repentant sinner is just not my style!
After all, a gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave
That is all there is unless Jesus does save.
by Ronald Shultz, Apr 28,91
This old life is short on love and awful long on pain.
For just a little rainbow, we endure a torrent of rain.
We laugh so briefly and seem to forever sigh and moan.
Warm love is shared for only seconds, while for years we cry alone.
The dreams of youth flash so quickly by.
Nightmares of old age haunt us till we die.
At twelve, life seemed to go eternally on.
At forty, we see it all too soon is gone.
A thimble of error yields buckets of guilt.
On one brick of sin is a house of horror built.
A few cents of folly brings a wealth of shame.
One slip from the narrow way can leave us ever lame.
Oh, that we may learn from life's measures
To be careful what we value in our hearts as treasures.
It is agony to awake one day when old,
To find all we possess is only fool's gold.
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YESHUA IN HAIKU
by James Tazelaar
His Blood my blood? Nay!
Except ... His Spirit be my
inner man's zoe.
My good health you ask?
It is His in whom I live
being to this world dead.
His Spirit my guide
His Word my staff, my day's food
His faith mine at work.
Freed, delivered, I
now bind, forever, myself to
Him who died for me.
Penitents still search
for what's been freely given:
His Grace, Life, Peace, and Joy.
man's wisdom, greatness - all nil!
God's Word, I AM, the sum.
An urge within that
God is leading? Do not fight.
Surrender! Be led!
Be awed constantly
by unspeakable glory:
His alone exists.
With Him already
seated, our spirits rejoice
Pray for your leaders!
I do. "Lord, may he know You
before he dies - here."
Our task? To know Him.
Wherever. However. Look
for His hand. Listen!
China's mummies, old
before David, carried tales
of the Flood still fresh.
Christ in you, speaks not of flesh
but of Him within.
God's Wisdom came not
by Socratic dialogue
but in flesh of man.
From existence here
to Life there, one step is all.
The door? Yeshua.
Yeshua heals all:
leper, psycho, weary of soul.
M.O? Faith in Him.
God's wiseness is found
on whom His anointing rests,
the unction Himself.
Three in One. How so? "I Am!"
Father. Son. Spirit.
"Truth?" Pilate shouted.
Before him IT stood, naked,
Prove Yeshua lives?
Act now on His name, in faith:
Speak in unlearned tongues.
Christ in us, the hope of glory -
The world is bondage
my senses hostage to it.
The key? Yeshua!
Seamless, endless love
the Father's all, Messiah.
Lord! How threadbare, mine.
Hypocrites! They play
pious games in their pulpits
meantime being watched ...
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By Bernard Shaw
As he sits a pondering there,
With shining eyes and snow white hair.
What is going through his mind,
Is he thinking of mankind.
Or are thoughts of Heaven his,
With Manna, Harps and Godly Bliss.
Has he found the truths of old,
That cannot be weighed with pots of gold.
Is it nature tht he fears,
As he sits there through the years.
Is he tired of earthly things,
With its traps and deadly stings.
That place of his is vacant now,
Did he sit there for a vow.
If I take his place maybe,
Some of the answers will come to me.
So, If you see me sitting there,
With shining eyes and snow white hair.
Don't ask yourself, what does he see,
Perhaps you are the one to replace me.
By Bernard Shaw
What star is that so shining, bright,
Lighting up this blessed night.
Shepherds watchful, without sleep,
Keeping guard on restless sheep.
A guiding omen, Heavens sign,
Pointing to that child divine.
Earthly kings are on their way,
To greet the new born, on this day.
Costly presents, gifts of love,
For that baby from above.
Signal of mankinds greatest need,
God's own son for us to lead.
Mary's child in poverty born,
Riches in this life to scorn.
Come to lead us to the light,
On that wondrous, Heavenly night.
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HEAVEN MY HOME
The street of gold
Where YESHUA reigns
Shall be my home
With saints to sing.
The light of Heaven
His glorious Face
The joy of HIS presence
Will never erase.
YESHUA will be
The song we will sing
With Heaven the theme.
Of our Saviour the King.
The work to be done
Will be for HIS pleasure
The fullness of Heaven
Is YESHUA the treasure.
OCEAN OF SIN
Sin creeps in
Immorality as white caps
Hit the shore & blend.
The tide now has covered
us & the shore
Seduced by the tide of perversion
As we sat in a state of ignore.
We stand up in amazement
Looking for someone to blame
Covered with sin & corruption
This is no longer just a game.
The flood of evil & wickedness
Crept in as a thief
How did it start? Shere did it come from?
satan and his deceit.
ABRAHAM - FATHER OF THE JEW
Behold the Fire!
where is the Lamb?
Issac, the promised seed spoke
to his Father Abraham.
The L-RD will provide,
The faithful servant said.
With a heavy-hurting heart,
An a wondering bewildered head.
Is my son to be offered?
He must have thought,
that faithful day.
But not my will,
Your will be done -
I will not, L-D
get in Your way.
There on the alter,
He bound his son
and must have looked away.
With a broken spirit and contrite heart,
when he heard the Angel say,
"Lay not thy hand
upon thy son,
For G-D has prepared the Lamb,
the bictory is already won".
His eyes beheld with relief,
the sacrifice was there,
With a grateful but faithful heart,
It was all that he could bear.
For one brief moment,
The sorrow of the L-RD.
As he offered up his promised son,
It ripped his heart so hard.
Abraham had passed the test,
His obedience was true.
He never questioned G-D'S request,
He's the Father of the Jew.
JOSEPH - THE CHOSEN
Joseph was a chosen son
From an even dozen brothers
Born of Jacob's well beloved
The first born of his mother.
He bragged of dreams of leadership
He was a spoiled child
Where elders bowed before his feet
It drove his brothers wild.
He went one day
Into the fields
To bid his brothers well
Some voted to kill,
While others voted to sell.
They sold him to an Egyptian house
For a while there he did fare,
Until the wife of Potiphar
Chose her lust to bare.
She framed him by her own deceit
with charges so unfair
And into prison he was thrown
where no one seemed to care.
An interpreter for the dreams
Of the king could not be found,
Joseph's wisdom had gone before him
He was brought before the crown
Deliverence had surely come
And with royalty it came,
He carried on with fruitfulness
G-D'S plan was still the same.
When Canaan fell to famine
Joseph's brothers came a-bidding
Their families were hungry
Theirs journeys end, so fitting.
Joseph was the paymaster
G-D had prepared his way
What the brothers meant for evil
G-D meant to save the day.
BY: Betty Feldman-Ames