Poetry

Confessions of a Bellyacher

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In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.           1 Thessalonians 5:18 KJV

I complained that I was lonely

Till it forced me to make friends

And I griped how big my church was

Till I saw folks came for Him

I worried over this and

I fussed too much on that

Which I had lost control of

Till I found God had my back

Then in big ways and in small

That I never understood

I found God in every circumstance

Working all things for my good

So if He soon calls me homeward

Or if He gives to me long life

I am choosing to be thankful

For His great love in Jesus Christ!

God’s Preaching Begins

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Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. Psalm 19:2 ESV

In the storms my God shouts with a loud thunderclap

On my windows He whispers with a raindrop’s tap

In the morning He calls with a sweet robin’s song

Then He opens my eyes with the light of His dawn

Through each day that He gives

God’s preaching begins

With grace and with mercy to cover my sins

I know in the evening He will call me to rest

But there’s much work to be done before my sunset

Prayer: Father I know you are always speaking. Help me to hear your voice my own. Help me in every situation to listen and follow anything you call me to do. In the precious name of our Savior Jesus Christ we ask. Amen.

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Treasures

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I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.  Psalms 27:13

I dreamed I stood at heaven’s door

And heard its hinges creak

Around its frame a light shone out

As it opened for the King

“What have you brought?” He began to ask

“From your time on earth now through”

I wasn’t sure what I could say

I knew it had to be the truth

So I talked about my mission’s trips

And how each day I prayed

And how I often read His word

And all the tithes I gave

When I finally stopped to take a breath

He smiled and gently said

“Those were not really from your heart

They were just rituals instead”

“But the forgiveness you gave your parents

When their divorce left you alone

And the love you shared with strangers

When you opened up your home

And sorrowful repentant tears

And confessions in the night

Those are the things I treasure most

And are precious in my sight!”

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