I think this was written sometime around my birthday, last week. It appears not to have been posted anywhere, so here it is for the appreciation of those who love the art of poetry.
With love in the heart, we’re like the Lord:
His patience working powerfully in us,
His faith is ours, in the fullness of God,
His tender touch our gentle tool—
This Man of men, bringer of mercy.
#poetry #love #discipleship
Not everywhere is light eclipsed:
A few believe that God exists,
Fewer still do all his will,
But human sight is short and dull,
The moon of ignorance is total—
Nearly—Christians must be ever vocal
With news of glory—darkness reigns;
To expel it, only the voice of saints.
#poetry #eclipse #light
You cannot be saved—No merit
Of man redeems from sin, no good
Of self nor any you think to inherit—
Obey the Lord for cleansing blood.
#quatrains #poetry #salvation
If in this life I touch but one or two,
And see in heaven a soul that I had saved,
Let thanks be God’s that I, in faith, was true,
That for another the kingdom’s path was paved.
#quatrain #poetry #salvation
O Waster of Time! Your minutes, one by one,
silently slip away unnoticed. Hours
are thrown aside, and days and weeks are lost
in mists of unplanned life and vague objectives.
#poetry #time #quatrain
From fear, he builds his walls thick and high,
The child against the world, unloved, unheard,
The search abandoned for acceptance’ embrace,
Still aching to hear the approving parental word.
The Lord called Twelve—a precious few—
Much can he do with one or two;
I pray, obey, and bow the knee
In hopes he’ll do something with me.
#few #one #poetry