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To Serve You, Oh Lord
Author: Byron Pulsifer, © 2012
Oh Lord The Almighty,
I have five fingers upon my hand,
Each one of these fingers
Tells me to pray.
My thumb is closer to thee Oh Lord,
And it tells me to pray
For all those that
Are close to me
My family and my friends.
My next finger tells me
To pray for those that are in need
For those that need help
And for me to help those
Who are less able to help themselves.
My highest finger
Tells me to pray for those
That lead our country,
That ensure our freedom so
That we may always worship thee
Without restriction or persecution.
My fourth finger tells me to pray
For all God's children
Across the world
Who are in desperate need
My smallest finger tells me
To pray for God's little children
For all those children that need guidance
That need love and attention
That need to feed in the word of God.
All my fingers serve your desires, Oh Lord,
That help me to remember in prayer
All those that need your guidance and love
Each and every day.
Swimming Upstream, Alone
Greta Zwaan, © 2011
I said, "I'll walk this road alone, my plans are all arrayed;
I don't need interference, I will not be dismayed.
I have the gift of knowledge, I have a brilliant mind;
My talents are fulfilling through which much joy I find."
My well-established pattern creates my life of ease,
A lifestyle lived in comfort, to do the things I please.
Then there's this sudden challenge - my health seems to give way,
My concentration's weakened, I wonder, "Will this stay?"
Oh, surely, I'll get better, I'm never sick for long,
It's my great constitution; I've always been real strong.
Yet, this is quite consuming, there seems no end in sight;
I've followed doctor's orders, but things just are not right.
I'm alone, I think a lot - it's all that I can do,
There must be a solution for what I'm going through.
Then one day in the stillness, a small voice comes to me,
"I must get your attention, it's time that you should see.
The life that you've created will some day end in grief,
The pattern you have followed can never bring relief.
Your problems will be constant, no comfort can be found;
Your life has been established on very shaky ground.
I'm offering a solution - let God direct your way,
He's patiently been waiting; He longs to hear you say:
'Oh God, You are my Shepherd, I leave You in control;
I've messed things up quite badly, I've never reached my goal.
But God, with Your permission, I'd like to join Your team,
And have You as my Pilot to ferry me upstream.
I realize my error, I've tried to swim alone,
But God, please be my Lifeguard and bring me safely home.
Greta Zwaan, © 2010
Don't go fishing where you ought not to be
If God has forgiven your sin.
You have no right reclaiming the acts,
No right to bring them back in.
If Jesus has buried your sins with His death,
He leaves them there to decay,
How could you refute an act so divine
And fish them back out every day?
Anything buried should not be retrieved,
For nothing of value remains,
The hurts, the heartaches, all in the past
Are miseries with unchanging stains.
If God can eliminate sin's dark and drear,
Why can't you leave them alone?
There's no good can come from retrieving past woes,
That's stuff you no longer own.
The tears they have caused should be flowing no more,
The joy should return to your heart,
Once God has cleansed the slate of your life,
It's factual! You have a new start.
Greta Zwaan, © 2008
Can it ever be said of you, "You wear the cloak with joy?"
You're the example to follow, for daily your faith you deploy.
Pain and hardship excepted, trials and tears on your path;
Others may find these distractions, daily increasing their wrath.
What is the point of this suffering? Who is the one that will gain?
Is this a means of correction? Is there a cause for my pain?
If only I could see reason, is there a purpose, a plan?
A benefit in this dark saga? Perhaps an assistance to man?
I wonder, am I being faithful enough to show others God's light?
I feel overwrought by this burden, when day seems as dark as the night.
I can't see a light in this tunnel, I've tried but my mind is a blur,
I'm far from being heroic, no bravery when such things occur.
By nature I'm not a complainer, my sorrows I bury inside;
Others too have their battles, compassion is often denied.
I long for this to be over, be back as things were before;
Considering this just a memory, not walking this road anymore.
But who am I to demand it? What claim do I have to be healed?
I center my focus on Jesus to whom all my pain is revealed.
He promised not to forsake me, He said all my prayers will be heard;
I trust His judgment completely; I fervently heed to His Word.
I do not claim to be joyful; I do not fare well with pain,
However, compared to Christ's suffering, this trial I will not distain.
The peace I have in His presence, the knowledge that He understands,
Allows me the freedom to follow, and walk on the road He commands.
Blood On My Door
Greta Zwaan, © 2017
There's blood on my door; my sin is no more;
Amazing! For my deep, dark past.
Nobody knew what I have gone through;
But I know, and Iím free at last!
Wonderful thought, my freedom was bought;
My future is bright and secure.
I struggled, I fought; it all came to 'naught,
'Twas all I could do to endure.
But God saw my plight while trying to fight,
My efforts to set myself free;
My feeble attempt could never exempt -
My tally was too great for me.
For sin takes its toll, it darkens the soul;
It ends up in heartache and pain.
I worked to be free, but never could see
'Till I received mercy again.
But God had a plan - salvation for man
Brought forth before eons of time.
I could not win my fight against sin;
It seemed like a sentence for crime.
Then God saved my soul,
Made me every whit whole;
Eternity settled it all.
I had to believe, then simply receive;
I heard, then I answered the call.
Lessons for Moses
Greta Zwaan, © 2009
It took God forty years to shape a grown man,
He did not compromise His work, and altered not His plan.
The vessel that He planned to change had known wealth and power,
Sequestered in the wilderness, relied on God each hour.
The choices that were once his own no longer held their sway,
'T'was God who held the upper hand and He would have His way.
He knew he'd come full circle from poverty to fame,
From floating in a basket to having royal claim.
A cradle in the water to a bed of feathery ease,
From the muddy Nile River to servants at his knees.
Then forced into the desert because of violent crime,
Alone, almost deserted, with nothing left but time.
Reduced to a mere mortal, no slaves at his command,
The big, blue sky above him, his feet on desert sand.
With God his lone companion, with sheep that he must tend,
No luxuries that pampered, no boisterous royal friend.
'Twas there God taught him patience to hear His loving voice,
'Twas there God gave instructions, 'twas there he made his choice.
In fear and trepidation, no longer filled with pride,
Accepted his assignment, with only God as his guide.
His wandering days were over, God's people must be freed,
The Egyptian rule was over - that's what God had decreed.
The obstacles were many, the challenges severe,
But faith brought strong persistence and helped destroy the fear.
Eventually they conquered, the Jews were finally free,
Moses, God and Aaron would claim the victory!
Obedience is the answer, God settles for no less,
The road may not be easy, the journey filled with stress.
But always He's the victor, endurance is the clue:
Like Moses, learn your lesson - God has a plan for you.
Dreams Not Schemes
Greta Zwaan, © 2009
There are no schemes in this world, although you might think it so,
The deeds of darkness come to light, there's nothing God can't know.
You may think that no one sees, that no one is aware,
That others are preoccupied, that others do not care.
Your record may seem clean to you, your conscience without shame,
But every sin that you have done is marked down in your name.
You cannot cancel out your guilt, the deeds you thought unseen,
One little error on your part declares your slate unclean.
The philanthropic works you do, the funds that you disperse,
The recognition of your name across the universe,
The falsehood underneath it all, the fraud, the claim to fame,
Presented you applause of men and gave you that acclaim.
But secrets are exposed by God, when judgment rolls around,
Things the masses did not know, is news God will spread around.
The very best you can achieve, to be honest, just and true;
You'll never need to be on guard, God will be pleased with you.
Let Jesus be your cleansing power, let Him fulfill your dreams,
Once you have been born again, you need plan no more schemes.
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- A reminder to you to focus your energy on helping others and
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What God Hath Promised
- Verses about God's promises and how we forget.
Fear and Faith
- A reminder that faith will see
you through any difficulty
- Short poetry about Brothers. All have a christian theme to them.
-Find inspiration in the short verses written
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- The poet is asking God to teach him kindness, grace, and patience.
- In this first poem, the poet writes in disbelief about how
anyone could not believe in God as they walk through a garden.
A Mothers Creed
-Short verses which express what all Christian mothers would agree upon
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- Things to be thankful for at any age!
Let Us With A Gladsome Mind
- A reminder He is faithful to us
- Five short poems to inspire and encourage you
Who Am I To Say
- Words to make you question who is right or wrong
- Poems to inspire you and remind you of God's great love for us all.
from great Christian minds:
A Christian life proves itself not in words, but character.
Christian faith isn't so much what you say you believe but how you behave in a consistent manner.
A. W. Tozer
Once in 7 years I burn all of my sermons.
It is a shame if I cannot write better sermons than 7 years ago.
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