Impossible tasks -
Can not be achieved by Man,
but by God Himself!
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Poem: Enoch
Enoch was a dynamic soul
who truly sought God’s heart;
as a result of revelation knowledge
being imparted unto him,
God plucked him from the earth
so that he was “no more.”
Since Jehovah is no respecter of persons
and there is “nothing new under the sun”,
then why do we know only of a single individual
who was transported to heaven in the same manner
without experiencing an earthly demise?
How many “other” Enochs were there
whose names are unknown?
Did Enoch’s life story inspire God
to put His Word into print
with the intention of history repeating itself?
Why do ministers neglect Enoch’s story?
Perhaps by contrast it would reflect
poorly on themselves,
seeing they are still with us.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
who truly sought God’s heart;
as a result of revelation knowledge
being imparted unto him,
God plucked him from the earth
so that he was “no more.”
Since Jehovah is no respecter of persons
and there is “nothing new under the sun”,
then why do we know only of a single individual
who was transported to heaven in the same manner
without experiencing an earthly demise?
How many “other” Enochs were there
whose names are unknown?
Did Enoch’s life story inspire God
to put His Word into print
with the intention of history repeating itself?
Why do ministers neglect Enoch’s story?
Perhaps by contrast it would reflect
poorly on themselves,
seeing they are still with us.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Poem: Chained to Myself
To Nature's old self I cling,
although I should be a new creation
and enjoy the blessings that it brings.
I'm bound as a passive prisoner
wholly contained within my soul,
while personal chains constrict even tighter.
Jacob Marley would have been proud,
as I've forged my own binding links
that strangle the life force, which is continually cast down.
The freedom that I crave
won't be obtained by my own strength,
for only the Cross' power does truly save.
The might of the Living Word
with its reproducing, Dunamis power
enlightens my spirit with Truth that's been heard.
As long as I continue to believe,
I'll stand victorious (for the battle's already won),
overcoming false doubts and having fears relieved.
From my book "Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory"
ISBN: 1-4196-5051-3
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
although I should be a new creation
and enjoy the blessings that it brings.
I'm bound as a passive prisoner
wholly contained within my soul,
while personal chains constrict even tighter.
Jacob Marley would have been proud,
as I've forged my own binding links
that strangle the life force, which is continually cast down.
The freedom that I crave
won't be obtained by my own strength,
for only the Cross' power does truly save.
The might of the Living Word
with its reproducing, Dunamis power
enlightens my spirit with Truth that's been heard.
As long as I continue to believe,
I'll stand victorious (for the battle's already won),
overcoming false doubts and having fears relieved.
From my book "Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory"
ISBN: 1-4196-5051-3
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Poem: Losing Myself
Cuddling with my beloved
under the warmth of satin sheets,
I gently sense the merging of souls
as our bodies become one flesh.
Fingertip sensations reflect the excitement
that are already stirred within my spirit.
During these sweet times of intimacy,
I'm losing myself as a fading light
in the ultimate desire of Love,
as the moments are embedded
softly into our memories.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Author Note:
A wife is a gift from God.
under the warmth of satin sheets,
I gently sense the merging of souls
as our bodies become one flesh.
Fingertip sensations reflect the excitement
that are already stirred within my spirit.
During these sweet times of intimacy,
I'm losing myself as a fading light
in the ultimate desire of Love,
as the moments are embedded
softly into our memories.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Author Note:
A wife is a gift from God.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Poem: Lot's Wife
Not wanting to be rescued
from the twin, sin cities,
she's unwillingly led away
by a man she barely loves and pities.
Unable to follow God's direction
and her husband's leadership,
she succumbs to her heart's lust
for a final look, as the horizon dips.
Governed by Jezebel's spirit,
having forgotten that Jehovah honors His Word,
she's transformed into a pillar of salt
for a life no longer preserved.
Fighting tears from losing his wife
Lot takes careful steps backwards,
to gaze on her form one last time
before with a new life going forward.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
from the twin, sin cities,
she's unwillingly led away
by a man she barely loves and pities.
Unable to follow God's direction
and her husband's leadership,
she succumbs to her heart's lust
for a final look, as the horizon dips.
Governed by Jezebel's spirit,
having forgotten that Jehovah honors His Word,
she's transformed into a pillar of salt
for a life no longer preserved.
Fighting tears from losing his wife
Lot takes careful steps backwards,
to gaze on her form one last time
before with a new life going forward.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Poem: Lord, You Are...
Lord, You are my strength,
whenever I'm completely weak.
You are the spiritual delight
in Whom I only seek.
Lord, You are my morning light
that's shining above the mountain peaks.
You are my hungering desire -
For each day of every week.
Lord, You are my vigilant Father
over earthly trials through which I eke.
Please keep me mindful of Your Word,
so my attitude remains... humble and meek.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
whenever I'm completely weak.
You are the spiritual delight
in Whom I only seek.
Lord, You are my morning light
that's shining above the mountain peaks.
You are my hungering desire -
For each day of every week.
Lord, You are my vigilant Father
over earthly trials through which I eke.
Please keep me mindful of Your Word,
so my attitude remains... humble and meek.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Poem: And Yet His Hand...
Despite the trials of this earthly world
and the continued foolishness of men,
God wants His Principles completely unfurled -
For He loves His Children, while hating sin.
His anger is not turned away
and yet His Hand is outstretched still.
Our Salvation awaits its appointed day
with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.
As long as we continue to breathe,
there's Hope for us to loving cleave;
He's promised that His Spirit will never leave -
So open your heart now... and simply believe.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
and the continued foolishness of men,
God wants His Principles completely unfurled -
For He loves His Children, while hating sin.
His anger is not turned away
and yet His Hand is outstretched still.
Our Salvation awaits its appointed day
with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.
As long as we continue to breathe,
there's Hope for us to loving cleave;
He's promised that His Spirit will never leave -
So open your heart now... and simply believe.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
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