Poetry

Just Like a Child

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O LORD, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. Psalm 131:1-2 ESV
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 Just like a child I cried for things
That could not help me grow
And Insisted that the path
Went where I chose to go

But now I’m thankful for the work
You’ve given me to do
Like mowing lawns or writing verse
And singing songs for You

For simple friends and pulling weeds
And tears and fears now past
Which have helped me hear Your voice
That gave me peace at last!

Just Like a Child
By Peter Caligiuri
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Crossing the Finish Line

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My running days are over
Now slow walks are more my style
Though some days God is asking me
To go the second mile

And He’s teaching me His patience
To be kind in what I say
With truthfulness spoken in love
Forgetting hurts from yesterday

He reminds me of Golgotha
Where all His strength had failed
And how love held Him steady
As His hands and feet were nailed

That kind of love means courage
That will trust in God’s design
And when all else has failed goes on
To cross the finish line!

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. 
1 Corinthians 13:4-8a NKJV

Crossing the Finish Line
By Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2023
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When Cicadas Sing

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In the quiet of the dawn
When cicadas start to sing
And our children are still dreaming
And the mockingbird takes wing

Then comes the Savior calling
Come away and rest with me
Find the strength to face the day
And in troubles you will see

That the battle is not won
By great power or good plans
But when each day begins with prayer 
Then God’s grace will make you stand!


And he said unto them, Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while: 
for there were many coming and going, and they had no leisure so much as to eat.
Mark 6:31 KJV


When Cicadas Start to Sing
by Peter Caligiuri © 2023
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