Poetry

Will We Follow?

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We each have a role in Psalm twenty-three
Ours is to follow, Our Father’s to lead
He owns the green pastures where He offers us rest
And He leads by still waters on the path that is best
Will we choose to lie down
Will we worry instead?
Will we follow HIs footsteps
Through the valley ahead?

Will we sit at the table, He’s prepared with His treasure
While the enemy watches He fills cups beyond measure
Will we rest and receive?
Will we stay? Will we leave?
For a home waits ahead
For all those who believe!

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
He leadeth me beside the still waters
Psalm 23:1-2 KJV

Will we Follow?
by Peter Caligiuri
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Promises to Come

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In early Spring while frost still holds
The apple tree prepares
in and sun and warming soil
To shed its Winter cares

And soon its sleeping flowers wake
To peek out of their beds
Then dress with blossoms white and pink
They show their little heads

Deep in those fragile petals hide
The promises to come
Of apples ripe at harvesttime
That bow the branches down

And in the deep of winter’s grip
While wild winds still blow 
I trust that He who tends the trees
Will keep me through the snow 

And that in Spring He’ll send for me
Dear Jesus lead me home
For now I wait in hopes of all
Your promises to come

Promises to Come
By Peter Caligiuri
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Rainy Days

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Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by. Psalm 57:1 ESV

Some days the hawk sits silently
While the thunder crashes round
And swallows swoop into the barn
Where the chickens huddle down

Tall cranes stand in the rushes
In her house the blue bird sleeps
While the chickadees are twittering
In the thickets dark and deep

But eagles fly up to their nests
When they hear their children cry
And shelter them under their wings
While the rain is passing by

Then why should you and I do less
Who know our place to fly
Up to God our refuge strong
While the storm is passing by

Rainy Days by Peter Caligiuri
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