Poetry

God’s Weakest Tiny Child

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Though now the great and mighty try
To steal destroy and kill
They cannot change God’s plan of grace
Not now nor ever will

For there is no darkness deep
Nor terror running wild
That can still the praises from
God’s weakest tiny child

“Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven. Matthew 18:10 NKJV


God's Weakest Tiny Child by Peter Caligiuri 
Copyright 2022 All rights reserved

By His Weakness Received Life

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In weakness He remembered us
As He carved each wooden beam 
How we struggled in our frailty
To build our lifelong dreams

This Carpenter from Galilee
In a wilderness with stones
Was touched with our infirmities
By a hunger to His bones

When He took the cross and carried it
With a strength we cannot know
He laid down His rights and privileges
And His blood began to flow

But on the day the stone rolled back
And His grave was opened wide
We looked inside to see that we
By His weakness received life

For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Hebrews 4:15 NKJV

By His Weakness Received Life by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2022 all rights reserved

Learning to Wait

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And Calls us to His Side

"Oh, what’s the use?” 
I ask God while I'm praying
Since you know the way 
That things must be
Then in quiet I listen 
For an answer from 
The one who gave Himself for me

For once He prayed till sweat Flowed like blood drops
Through the night, with sorrows 
He was tossed
Then He surrendered all that 
He had wished for
Our lives to save 
And for our sin’s full cost

And then as dawn 
Had still not fully wakened
On the third day 
Before the sun was bright
The tomb was opened 
So we could see inside that
He is alive 
And calls us to His side!

And Calls Us to His Side by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2022
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But as I rav'd and grew more fierce and wilde - At every word,
Me thoughts I heard one calling, Child! - And I reply'd, My Lord.
George Herbert - excerpt from The Collar