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Words, Words, Words
By Jamie Suiter
Oh the words we say
From day to day
As we travel on life’s way
Words that are good
Words that are bad
Words that made someone sad
Words that lift and inspire
Those lift us up and take us higher
On wings of eagles we can we soar
Oh how of these words need we more
Words that bring others down and low
Oh how these words need to go
As your words built a story of your day
Did they encourage any one on their way?
Oh how our words are such a powerful thing
Be careful how you use them
They can have a lasting sting!
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. Proverbs 16:24
Gentle words are a tree of life; a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit. Proverbs 15:4
Mornings
This little piece to encourage especially those who aren’t morning people.
Mornings call to life and new beginnings,
Awakens in the heart those tenderest feelings;
Words fly up to God in gratitude,
The early hour sets the day’s whole mood.
Happy Black
The happy black of balanced books
Becomes the dark of crazed consumers,
The somber tone of untamed desire,
The rabid face of the race for Mammon.
He Holds the Key
Divine Gift
A Song of Joy from Jesus’ Sowers
Faith and footwork for the Lord,
Contented smiles to take the News,
Fervent prayers for family growth,
For added workers in the field.
A tropical sun to try the wavering,
Jeers and rocks from passersby,
A song of joy from Jesus’ sowers,
With seeds of hope for heaven’s folk.
Amazed disciples mind their brethren,
Fraternal love to teach and learn
The gifts of life, the gates of glory —
Here reigns our God, the rousing Father.
Like the Lord
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.
Total Eclipse
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.
You Cannot Be Saved
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.
Touch but One or Two
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.
O Waster of Time!
He Builds His Walls
Much Can He Do
What’s Needed
The world is full of long complaints—
Disciples, too, make loud lament
Against half-hearted, lukewarm saints—
What’s needed is that I repent.