I love the Word and there's so many Scriptures that are favorites. It's because of that love of them, several years ago, I made an attempt to write poems, based in something from the Scriptures. I had never written poems before, but found at the time I really enjoyed it, although I don't know the technical issues to make them pass a scholastic test.
So here are a few that I thought I would share.
Walk With Me
Sometimes while walking beside the lake
We see plovers, herons, hens and drakes
Listen to circling gull’s squawking scream
Touch the gentle bubbling stream
Sometimes we walk in the morning mist
We see pale skies with lazy clouds adrift
Listen to the haunting call of loons
Touch the quiet still waters ‘til noon
Sometimes we walk with glistening waves
Sliding to smooth shores and sandcastle caves
Listen to the honking geese and swans
Touch the delicate dew of the dawn
Sometimes we watch the warm setting sun
We see fish jump and white-tailed deer run
Listen to crickets singing to cranes
Touch the petals of white daisy chains
Sometimes when we see clouds billowing
We wonder how long ‘til He is willing
To finish the end of His loving story
Returning with might, power and glory
The beginning before mornings glow
God gave this Light, to let the world know
He sent His Son for all to see He died
Nailed to the cross Christ crucified
Risen from the grave by many seen
Believe, He promises to redeem
Take His free gift fully surrender
Christ is coming back in glorious splendor
© 5/10/2008
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Did You See?
See the neighbor up the street
Did you know his wife he beats
See the child running there
So-called friends gave her a scare
See the teen dragging his feet
Someone dared him to cheat
See the girl walking alone in the park
Raped, her life is torn apart
See the man all filthy and dirty
He only knows he is hungry and thirsty
See the woman hiding behind that smile
Her husband is divorcing her in awhile
See the child without warm clothes
Lack of a loving hug really shows
See the man looking at his watch
He can hardly wait for his bottle of scotch
See the grandma with the cane
Did you see her lonely pain
See the youth who tugs and shrugs
An anxious junkie awaiting his drugs
See the crying children’s tears
They have so very many fears
See Christ dying on the cross
Did you know He died for all the lost?
If you saw all of these
Would it bring you to your knees
Would your love of Christ bring you to tears
Would He change your heart despite your fears
Would you pray to try to help these
Please…
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James 2:15-17 If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food, And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit? Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.
1John 3:16 Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren. 17. But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
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God’s Grace, Amazing
The snow drifted in smothering the sleeping town
Swirling, drifting, enveloping
Temperatures plummeting announce a bitter cold blizzard
The stranger struggled on in his thin torn trench coat
Stumbling, struggling, shivering
Snow caked hair, eyelashes and clothes, his sockless feet freezing
The wind shrieked on, snapping freshly snow-laden trees
Assaulting, shrieking, battering
Sheets of ice polished streets, blocked, treacherous, a hazard
The stranger staggered, his burning fingers turned white
Sobbing, staggering, regretting
Driven, forced on, stinging arctic air causing harsh wheezing
The storm raged, the night sky menacing, sinister
Tormenting, raging, persisting
Houses lay buried, hidden, masked, appearing haphazard
The stranger paused, burying his head in dead hands
Despairing, pausing, praying
His wife, small child, helpless, alone in the ditch, agonizing
The spreading warmth now reviving his heart and limbs
Refreshing, warming, sustaining
Looking up he sees light, a home, renewed, hope recognized
The door urged open, his cry heard, wrapped in warm blankets, dry clothes
Hurrying, urging, pleading
Neighbors run, saving his wife, his child, His Grace, Amazing
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Luke 10:29-37 But he, willing to justify himself, said unto Jesus, And who is my neighbour? …36. Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves? 37. And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise. (KJB)
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Life is the Melody, He is the Song
Life is like a melody
It has an ebb and flow
Each melody has a different beat
Each song to help us grow
The melody can be like
The running of cold raging rivers
Like rushing water
Like the roaring of rapids churning down narrow ravines
Plunging, charging, sharp treacherous rocks
Plummeting down perilous slick canyon walls
Keeping time to a furious, frenetic, frantic beat
The melody can be like
The drifting of kitten soft clouds
Like fluffy pillows
Like the puffy white fluffs dotting warm blue skies
Roaming over quiet realms
Float silently, gliding in graceful delight
Keeping time to a serenely pleasant, breathtaking beat
The melody can be like
The spreading inferno of a wild fire
Like the driving wind
Like the glowing embers igniting dry dead leaves, burning
Blazing, searing hot fire, devouring
Smoking ashes, fiery cinders, consuming charred remains
Keeping time to a violent, stifling, oppressive beat
The melody can be like
The succulence of lush sweet meadows
Like the morning dew
Like the pattering of gentle summer rain
Refreshing tender trickles
Nourishing showers of drenching drops, cool streams
Keeping time to a sprinkling, delightful, exquisite beat
The melody can be like
The drifting sands of windswept deserts
Like stinging nettles
Like the dusty, desolate dunes and lonely, shifting hills
Thirsty, parched, dry, forsaken wasteland
Swirling sand in a drought ridden, barren, burning wilderness
Keeping time to a depressing, despondent, forlorn beat
The melody can be like
The changing currents of the oceans
Like the spraying tide
Like the splashing of the waves upon the beach
Lapping at the sandy shores
Rushing back to shimmering, welcoming seas
Keeping time to a steady, unstoppable, surging beat
The melody can be like
The chaotic clash of wild night storms
Like lightning flashes
Like the thundering crash, bellowing, shrieking, gale winds blow
Menacing skies, dark ominous clouds
Howling, screaming, wailing, electrifying
Keeping time to a riveting, gripping, exploding beat
The melody can be like
The grandeur of magnificent mountains
Like the eagles soar
Like majestic alps, glaciers, towering peaks
Pristine highlands, steep, lofty passes
Beautiful waterfalls, cascading splendor
Keeping time to a moving, glorious, triumphant beat
Life is like a melody
It has an ebb and flow
Each melody has a different beat
Each new song to help us grow
Sunrise gives way to our hymns of thanks
Sunsets compose our refrain
Silent nights record our harmony
Stars declare our songs of praise
Joyfully singing His living Words
Inspired from Christ above
In hope and faith freely resonate
Embrace His melody of love
Life is like a melody
His life
The perfect symphony of song
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Not a poem, but a devotional type writing
Father, I Cannot Pray Today
Dear Father,
I cannot pray today. I want to, but it is too hard. My heart is overwhelmed with feelings that have cascaded over me. I feel smothered beneath the waves of emotion and I flail with what strength I have, trying to rise to the top of each wave, to no avail.
I read your Word today and saw how you performed miracles and healed the broken and maimed. Today, I feel my very life is broken and maimed, but I have felt your healing touch so often in the past.
Why do these things rage again, drowning me in the depths, where I can almost reach safety, but it eludes my grasp. I am pulled down, drowning in sorrow, yet desperate for air, my lungs bursting. I am so weak, there is nothing I can do, but drown in these feelings, I cannot breathe.
I cannot pray today, but you knew that, and Jesus prayed for me. You pull me from the depths, from the suffocating waves of feelings that have enveloped me, and you pull me free from their grasp. I burst through from beneath the waves; I can breathe again. I feel the sun beating down on my face and know it is you who has delivered me. It is you, who has lifted me from the depths. It is you, who set me on the Rock, and kept me safe.
You keep me in the shadows of your wings. There is no other place to go. No other place I want to go.
Thank you for hearing my prayer.
Rom 8:34 Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us
Heb 7:25 Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.
1Pe 5:7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you
The Hills Grow Dim
When I look to the hills
Amidst the morning haze
The antelope and deer still graze
While hawks circle the field
Lurking prey remains concealed
In the distance the call of the owl
A solitary coyote’s lonely howl
A cougar still on the prowl
Misses the hiding prairie fowl
In the grasses, sage and brush
Hidden and not willing to flush
Aromas of wild flowers and red clover
Riding the breeze wafts gently over
As the morning mist gives way
To the coming summer day
Soon the sun will be ablaze
Casting long warm golden rays
Painting valleys with shades of shadows
Where the winding stream gently follows
I look to the hills
And see His strength so great
Knowing He is never too late
Help comes swift like eagles wings
Love, joy, peace, He always brings
Filling my heart with a living spring
How I desire to see my King
Enveloping me in His mercy and grace
Someday I know I will see His face
He alone will with me walk
He sets me on the solid Rock
Taking me through trials of fire
Dependence on Him is required
Leading, His example does inspire
Only Him does my heart desire
Promises made we know for sure
Heaven awaits those made holy and pure
Forgiven by Him of all sin
He is waiting to say to each, Come in.
I look to Him
The hills grow dim
My Savior has called to me
I give Him praise on bended knee
For I know He has set me free
It is Jesus I long to see
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Where Should I Go
Where should I go to smell the rain
To feel no pain
To not feel fully drained
Where should I go to see the wind
To feel no sin
To not feel so hemmed in
Where should I go to hear the thunder
To feel no blunder
To not feel torn asunder
Where should I go to smell the flowers
To feel no glowers
To not feel misused power
Where should I go to see the seas
To feel no unease
To not feel cruelly teased
Where should I go to hear the birds
To feel no curse words
To not feel the lines are blurred
Where should I go to smell the meadows
To feel no shadows
To not feel empty and shallow
Where should I go to see the trees
To feel no disease
To not feel so ill at ease
Where should I go to hear the truth
To feel no reproof
To not feel the pain of untruth
Where should I go to learn of things
To feel no strings
To not feel His love will sting
Where should I go to know of this
Who do I ask who will not dismiss
That He can save me from the abyss
Psalm 55:16 As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me. 17. Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
Jeremiah 17:14 Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.
James 3:17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
Ephesians 1:17. That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him: 18. The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints,
Paint Me A Picture
Paint me a picture
Of mountain cool breezes swaying towering golden yellow aspen trees
Whose quaking leaves silence the sound of the whispering pines
While wild flowers adorn the highland meadow grass and dance to the evening rain
Paint me a picture
Of morning sun, gently caressing the morning glories’ blue petals
Welcoming the eastern sky alive with pastel shades unfurling
With ribbons of pinks, lavenders, and blues fading into the midday haze
Paint me a picture
Of pink and white apple blossoms, adorning uplifted arms in springs’ fragrant air
As butterflies dance in red clover fields and quiet brooks quench
Thirsty fawns, pausing to hear the rustling leaves in the meadow behind
Paint me a picture
Of morning dew softly kissing the delicate roses of cool colors warmed
By the soft morning sun, their musky perfume wafting to frantic bees
Who suckle their sweet nectar to the haunting call of loons in the sleeping marsh
Paint me a picture
Of summer blue skies with powder white clouds drifting by oceans of misty
Blue flax lapping the edges of yellow mustard fields, swaying in rhythm
To the prairie winds and calls of the bobolink, meadowlark, oriole and wren
Paint me a picture
Of autumn trees and multi-color leaves, oranges, warm browns, bronzes, yellows
And reds ablaze in the treetops and pouring their palette of color where
Crisp air brings their rustling fall, and scurrying squirrels prepare for colder days
Paint me a picture
Of moonlit snow on cold clear nights, and barren trees become a wonderland
Of hoarfrost crystals shimmering as new clothes in the icy air
They stand in winter’s splendor waiting for the sundogs to play in the frozen sky
Paint me a picture
Of the Master Artist’s perfect love, where He shed His blood, crucified, the
Lingering shadow of a now empty cross when the earth grew dark and the cry, It
Is Finished, echoes for eternity in the vacant tomb, risen He lives forever more
*Scriptural References
Psalm 74:16 The day is yours, the night also is yours: you have prepared the light and the sun. 17 You have set all the borders of the earth: you have made summer and winter. Psalm 104; Psalm 148; Psalm 50:10-11; Job 37,38
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
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Thinking of you Granddaughter
We were impatient for you to arrive
Finally the word we no longer need wait
Thoughts raced with our car, you were days late
When we disembarked we implored for directions
Smiles exploded as we rushed to your mom’s room
You have no idea the expectant joy of those moments
What was more exciting I really do not know
Seeing our daughter now a mom like me
Or the beautiful baby girl you turned out to be.
Lying on the bed beside her, your deep blue eyes
Open like you knew we were coming and waited
Expectantly for the smiles that welcomed you
Into the world, and we thrilled at now being your
Grandparents
Your mom smiled so pleased , excited and proud
One look at you and I was completely in love
Picking you up the first time, a gift from above
The warmth of feeling your bundle in my arms
Your sweet new baby smell and soft skin, tiny
Eyes, nose and chin, feet and hands like a doll
I could hardly breathe I was so in awe of
This precious miracle you turned out to be
Placed in Grandpa’s arms, he smiled with me
Then rocking you so gently, I held you close,
Enveloping memories of holding your mom
It was so very different because this time
You weren’t my daughter, but a new chapter
In my life
How many times did I hold you and rock you
Read to you and walk you when you would cry
The late nights of fussing that brought a tired sigh
Yet I would not trade those cherished times
Treasures of watching you grow week by week
Month by month as you learned to walk and talk
Patiently you showed us with pantomime, helping
Us understand your words when we had no clue
Your actions brought so many smiles did I tell you
Being your Grandma has been a dream come true
No one could have told me what it would be like
Except those already blessed with a grandchild
I could never forget what it meant to become
Your Grandma.
Now look at you, you have grown from a babe
To a child and you went to school and learned
Things that came easy and things you earned
With struggles and yet you kept working
Until you accomplished the task It is a privilege
To be part of your life and I will love you always
So gentle, kind, thoughtful and filled with wonder
Of life, all the while your Dimpled smile, musical
Laugh and humor Has brought delight and much
Deserved appreciation of who you have become
No longer a child with braids climbing Trees but
A young lady filled with hopes and dreams,
You walk and speak with such grace
Making me so very proud of you my dear
Granddaughter
Psa 127:3 Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
Psa 127:4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
Thoughts From A-Z
Abba, Father, He prayed
Begotten of the Father, His only Son
Christ Crucified, a cruel death
Dying on the cross, for you and me
Everlasting life for those who believe Him
Forgiveness through the perfect Lamb without sin
Grace and strength to all who ask Him
He has risen, holy, faithful and true,
Iniquity found in all.
Jesus lives, the only Way to the Father
Kept by His righteous right hand
Love without end, living for Him
Master, Lord and Friend
Never failing, always with us
One Savior, One faith, Our Hope
Paths, taken with Him leading the way
Quietly seeking His will, to serve and obey
Repent, Run the race, no matter the cost,
Salvation promised, by Grace we are saved
Trials to purify, temptations to overcome and He abides with us still.
Unspeakable joy for those saying ‘Yes ‘, unbearable pain for others
Victories are many but the battle rages on.
Wounded for our transgressions, He loved us first
Exposed to the bone and marrow, our innermost thoughts He knows
Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow may not come. Today is the day of salvation
Zeal for sharing Christ Jesus and we cry, Abba, Father.
Wow Vic 
Thanx for sharing all those beautiful poems and prose! 
What a blessing to read! 
My favorite is "Paint me a Picture" 
