Click here to go back to our first poem page.No Time?, By Nancy Diane Dowdle (I think :) I knelt to pray, but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer and jumped up off my knees. My Christian duty was now done; my soul could rest at ease. All day long I had no time To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends; they'd laugh at me, I'd fear. No time, no time, too much to do, That was my constant cry, No time to give to souls in need But at last the time, the time to die. I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands, God held a book; It was the book of life. God looked into his book and said, "Your name I cannot find. I once was going to write it down... But never found the time." MY FRIEND, By Anonymous My friend, I stand in judgement now, And feel that your to blame somehow. On earth I walked with you day by day And never did you point the way. You knew the Lord in truth and glory But never did you tell the story. My knowledge then was very dim. You could have led me safe to Him. Though we lived together on the earth, You never told me of the second birth. And now I stand this day condemned. Because you failed to mention Him. You taught me many things, that's true. I called you, friend; I trusted you. But I learn now that it's too late. You could have kept me from this fate. We walked by day and talked at night, And yet you showed me not the Light. You let me live and love and die. You knew I'd never live on high. Yes, I called you friend in life, And trusted you through joy and strife. And, yet, on coming to the end, I cannot call you now my friend. Only the Scarred, By Jeremy Miller When Master was whipped, He fell to His knees, He never cried out Although he remained conscious The whole time. When my turn came, I screamed and cursed Passing out by the fourth time The lash bit into my flesh. When I woke up, We were back in the cell. Master was kneeling beside me. "You all right?" He asked. Ashamed, I could not look up At His bleeding, bruised face. Why can't I be like Him? I've walked with Him a lot of years, now. I try to do what He does in every situation. Sometimes, I manage it with His encouragement. Most of the time, I don't--or won't-- Or fall short somehow. My back is afire! I hurt in places I didn't even know I had. (They beat us before they whipped us.) A cohort is marching down the stone steps Just above us. It's hanging time for sure! Master offers His arm and pulls me to my feet. I'm scared. I don't want to die. I don't even know why I'm going to be hung upon that cross! And what's the point? I haven't a clue. The fat jailer's keys rattle in the lock. Startled, I glance at him and the soldiers standing behind him. Master's fingers close upon and turn my chin So I am forced to look at Him. His lips are too bruised and swollen for Him to smile But His eyes are gentle, full of compassion. Assured of His affection, my own fill with tears. "I know you're hurting, For you've shared the whip with me. Your failures confuse and grieve you. Don't despair. It was necessary. There are some things about the Father We can only learn through suffering. This is true for Me, as well. Rejoice in your pain. Only the scarred can really save." The cell door squealed open. Four legionnaires, holding chains to bind us, Squeezed past the jailer and entered the cell. "Remember," said Master. "Only the scarred." "Copyright 1998 by Jeremy Miller. No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the author. He may be contacted at PhilWorks2@aol.com."Wait, By Denise *niecy* Parks Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied. I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate, And the Master so gently said, "Child you must wait." "Wait? You say, wait!" my indignant reply. Lord, I need answers, I need to know why! Is Your hand shortened? Or have you not heard? By Faith, I have asked and am claiming your Word. My future and all to which I can relate Hangs in the balance and YOU tell me to WAIT? I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign, Or even a 'no' to which I can resign. And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry: I'm weary of asking! I need a reply! Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate As my Master replied once again, "You must wait." So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting…. for what?" He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine, And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign" I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun. I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run. All you seek,, I could give, and pleased you would be. You would have what you want - but you wouldn't know Me. You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint; You'd not know the power that I give to the faint; You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair; You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there; You'd not know the joy of resting in Me When darkness and silence were all you could see You'd never experience that fullness of love As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove; You'd know that I give and I save (for a start) But you'd know the depth of the beat of My heart. The glow of My comfort late into the night, The faith that I give when you walk without sight. The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked Of the infinite God, who makes what you have LAST. You'd never know, should pain quickly flee, What it means that " My grace is sufficient for Thee." Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true, But, Oh, the loss!! If I lost what I'm doing in you! So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me. And though My answers may seem terribly late, My most precious answer of all is still, "Wait." LOVE, By Terri In this world today, its hard to find, Love that can stay true and love that can bind, All out for ourselves, pushing others away, To be in the spotlight for just one day, I wish others were able to see, what it would be like if they could be, that deaf young boy, scared to go on, never to hear words nor beautiful song. Or a blind old woman, with nothing to live for, ever to stay dirty and poor. a teenage girl abused by her mother, she's already lost her father and brother. Or perhaps a man about to take his life, for he's just lost his wonderful wife, If we could be one of these for a single day maybe we'd watch more what we say our flaws are important, they make us unique so why do we not help the hungry and weak? we can find the courage, the strength from within, to help others and graciously lend, our heart, our soul, our strength from above, you see, it is a wonderful thing a wonderful thing that I call LOVE. ETERNAL INK, By Unknown I dreamed I was in heaven Where an angel kept God's book. He was writing so intently I just had to take a look. It was not, at first, his writing That made me stop and think But the fluid in the bottle That was marked eternal ink. This ink was most amazing, Dark black upon his blotter But as it touched the parchment It became as clear as water. The angel kept on writing, But as quickly as a wink The words were disappearing With that strange eternal ink. The angel took no notice, But kept writing on and on. He turned each page and filled it Till all its space was gone. I thought he wrote to no avail, His efforts were so vain For he wrote a thousand pages That he'd never read again. And as I watched and wondered that This awesome sight was mine, I actually saw a word stay black As it dried upon the line. The angel wrote and I thought I saw A look of satisfaction. At last he had some print to show For all his earnest action. A line or two dried dark and stayed As black as black can be, But strangely the next paragraph Became invisible to see. The book was getting fuller, The angel's records true, But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through. I knew there was some reason, But as hard as I could think, I couldn't grasp the significance Of that eternal ink. The mystery burned within me, And I finally dared to ask The angel to explain to me Of his amazing task. And what I heard was frightful As the angel turned his head. He looked directly at me, And this is what he said... I know you stand and wonder At what my writing's worth But God has told me to record The lives of those on earth. The book that I am filling Is an accurate account Of every word and action And to what they do amount. And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true; The details of my journal Are the strict accounts of YOU. The Lord asked me to watch you As each day you worked and played. I saw you as you went to church, I saw you as you prayed. But I was told to document Your life through all the week. I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek. I recorded all your attitudes Whether they were good or bad. I was sorry that I had to write The things that make God sad. So now I'll tell the wonder Of this eternal ink, For the reason for its mystery Should make you stop and think. This ink that God created To help me keep my journal Will only keep a record of Things that are eternal. So much of life is wasted On things that matter not So instead of my erasing, Smudging ink and ugly blot. I just keep writing faithfully and Let the ink do all the rest For it is able to decide What's useless and what's best. And God ordained that as I write Of all you do and say Your deeds that count for nothing Will just disappear away. When books are opened someday, As sure as heaven is true; The Lord's eternal ink will tell What mattered most to you. If you just lived to please yourself The pages will be bare, And God will issue no reward For you when you get there. In fact, you'll be embarrassed, You will hang your head in shame Because you did not give yourself In love to Jesus' Name. Yet maybe there will be a few Recorded lines that stayed That showed the times you truly cared, Sincerely loved and prayed. But you will always wonder As you enter heaven's door How much more glad you would have been If only you'd done more. For I record as God sees, I don't stop to even think Because the truth is written With God's eternal ink. When I heard the angel's story I fell down and wept and cried For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died. And I said: O angel tell the Lord That soon as I awake I'll live my life for Jesus- I'll do all for His dear sake. I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me to; I'll turn my back on self and sin And whatever isn't true. And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure. I'm determined to pursue the things That are holy, clean and pure. With Jesus as my helper, I will win lost souls to Thee, For I know that they will live with Christ For all eternity. And that's what really matters When my life on earth is gone That I will stand before the Lord And hear Him say, well done. For is it really worth it As my life lies at the brink? And I realize that God keeps books With His eternal ink. Should all my life be focused On things that turn to dust? From this point on I'll serve the Lord; I can, I will, I must! I will NOT send blank pages Up to God's majestic throne For where that record's going now Is my eternal home. I'm giving all to Jesus I now have seen the link For I saw an angel write my life With God's eternal ink. Poems of Inspiration To Touch The Heart, By Unknown To touch the heart of someone dear, though it might sometimes cause a tear; to fall or rest upon the cheek, should be something all should seek. For often hearts not touched at all start hardening and shrinking small. And then the time it takes to grow A loving heart is very slow. For hearts expand as those who care extend their love and let us share a moment, space or special phrase that eases pain on dreary days. Or simply starts our lips to smile and brightens time for just a while. The ways and kinds and means of sharing, it seems to me are based on caring. And though we're often worlds apart, you still can touch my very heart. You make me smile or shed a tear; and I'll remember year to year - just how your 'touching' helped me grow And I just thought I'd tell you so. Forsaken, By Cade Campell Forsaken, forgotten, alone in despair. Feeling my heart was beyond all repair. Afraid, dark, I walked through the fright. Hate was my theme when I talked with a light. Blinded, unfit no need for the sight. All I was anyway was a beacon for night. Done for, sinking, drunkien in sin, trying to fill a hole from within. Grimy, troubled, covered in mud, until I washed, washed in the blood. I met Him. He's there, no myth or no lie Patiently waiting for me to decide. Grace was my answer. Guilty no more. Rest from my labors when I openend the door. He healed me, cleansed me, wiped me clean and anew. Gave me a start when I finally did choose. Upon the mountain shaped as a skull, all my depts were paid up and in full. The cross that he bore was my invitation through Jesus there's cause for true celebration. Life is not Fair, By One of God's Children Why do I feel alone God? Where is everyone at? This is not easy. Life is not fair! Why do people laugh at me? Why do they point? This is not easy. Life is not fair! I am trying God To teach them about you. This is not easy. Life is not fair! Now I know what Jesus must have felt. This is not easy. Life is not fair! Why don't they just Put me on the cross? This is not easy. Life is not fair! I do know that you Are with me God. I fell your touch When you left me up! Thank you Jesus For the sacrifice! Click here to go back to our first poem page. |