A prayer to a King

In all things Pray without ceasing

Hoping, waiting for God to hear my prayers

Giving to God each day my cares

What is there to do but wait?

When each day I seem unable to control my fate

Here Am I Lord, your servant in distress

Trying to pick up the pieces of this mess

What am I to do but wait on His wing?

When all is falling apart, His praises I still sing

All is lost and all is gained

Heart is still beating yet pained

What is this life for whom am I living?

For each pain His grace is giving

Feeling overwhelmed and so stressed

Knowing I am sheltered and blessed

This is how life goes sometimes

Created spotless life begrimes

Bruised but not broken

For me He has spoken

He holds me dear in His heart

No struggle in life can keep us apart

I know He holds my hand as I walk

Hears my prayers before I can talk

Holds me in His highest esteem

Cleanses me spotless restores my gleam

He keeps me through the struggles in life

Finds the joy that keeps me through the strife

Praise to a Savior, Praise to the King

In struggles and pain His praises I will still sing

(Amen)

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Mother

More pain creeps in her life,such distress
Only to help her I am lacking I confess
Time heals old wounds but brings in the new
Hurt is a dark tunnel to travel through
Everytime she hurts, my beautiful mother
Ready I stand to love her, she is a soul like none other

I hold her in my heart like a yellow rose
Lovely and gold, through her hardship she still glows
Oh to heal her hearts pain
Vessel of God, shining through the rain

Even in hardship He makes hearts sing
Yes, my mother is entrusted to a King
Oh, this suffering, if only to wipe it away for evermore

Under the depths, as low as the ocean floor

Isn't that what Love is for?

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Dragon Park

Breaking, breaking, wondering if it will shatter


Holding on by a thread that seems in tatters


Each day seems to bring new heartache


Longsuffering, not letting go for her own sake





A mystery is the best laid course


Ride in like the savior on the white horse


Save the day, redeem the forgotten girl


My plans slowly, painfully unfurl





Slay the dragon surrounding my princess


My sword has no direction so aimless


Unable to slay what I cannot see


My princess, inside herself so lonely





Sword in my hand


Ready to take my stand


My sword and my heart seem to fail


My stance seems in comparison too frail





Yet, I will somehow hold on through the perilous night


Until the day brings hope and shines its light


I will slay the enemy that holds her in distress


Save the hostage, free the princess

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Letter to "Juliet"

"I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand!"

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Lord_of_the_Rings:_The_Return_of_the_King_(film)

In my heart I hold her dear

Yet her pain fills me with fear

I want to help her and ease her struggle

Yet I always seem to drop in this juggle

I feel stretched so thin

Hard to find the hurting girl within

She has her life, I have hopes

Strangers in sense, just learning the ropes

Wanting so badly to build confidence

Undo some heartache, return to innocence

I feel so stupid to help her even if she would let

She feels invincible her mind is set

I find myself grasping to find

A simple way to her heart and mind

Holding on to a girl who wants to let go

A shakespearean tragedy we are tossed to and fro

A way to love her to let her see?

She is part of my heart, a part of me

Oh, how her pain fills me with fear

Yet in my heart I hold her so dear

I will fight on for her life and love

And pray for some help to come from above

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The Kingdom of God

Is God's kingdom a beautiful forever?
Only to be seen when soul and body sever
When souls leave earth to become anew
And slip to heavens gates and ushered through
There singing God's praise for a thousand years
A radiating perfect God wipes all of our tears

Is God's kingdom seen in His smallest creation?
A tiny beating heart in mothers womb, her hearts elation?
God knitting in mothers womb, His promise of life
All the days ordained, yet even moments of strife
A new life God loves yet a mother would scorn
As He protects and nurtures a blessing is born



God's kingdom demonstrated with a life of servitude and praise When man lives to love Him all of his meager days
As God's creation tells of His amazing love
God inscribes names in the Book of Life above
Miracles occur and account of His glory
God's wonder shown in each life's story



God's kingdom was indeed not of this earth
And not on the cross with His last breath
King of the Jews inscribed as He waited to die
While few loyal below did lament and cry
His kingdom touches all above and below
It touches the sun rising and setting on the horizon
Even as night's death gives way to sun rising
A broken curse of death and sin
God's kingdom is also found there within



God's kingdom hopes not a soul should perish
Each one loved, each heart He does cherish
What is that one thing? That one lost sheep
That He holds close to His heart He does keep
Indeed God's kingdom touches all
Yet God desires not one should fall
It touches hearts and brings the lost home
Each one lost sheep nevermore should roam
Safe in God's arms at home with a King
A thousand more years His praises to sing

Basket Case

Pitiful and dejected

Broken and rejected

Sad, twisted, unapproachable

Lost, wounded thoroughly reproachable

Spent, wasted, goals univested

Tossed and turned by life, unrested

Basket case without seen hope

Hanging on by a tattered thin rope

In this pitiful human condition

I find God's symphony a beautiful rendition

Bittersweet and aching heart open to God's plan

On my knees, my heart to Him I remand

He sees a perfect child, a sweet testimony

I see myself unworthy, unholy, a phony

Images of myself meet His perfect will

Slowly all of my emptiness he gently does fill

Basket case

With perfect seen hope in above

Hanging on

By the glorious promise of His love

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114 Days Part III

How strange that I so lowly, so full of madness

That I may be used to serve a king?

A Savior who can turn sorrow to gladness

And heal my broken heart and make me sing

He fills the silence with sounds of praise

He waits

And loves me through time's ordained days

How many days have I yet for a time of living?

I know not of time but of this mission of giving

When all grief is put rightly in its remission

Every tear is wiped away

When ninety-one years is seemed to a day

And God's servant in 114 days fulfilled a lifetime mission

Is knowledge that humbles my weakened position

I hold on tightly to the promise of His love

And hope in faith of a reuniting above

Hold on in pain through life's bitter curves thrown

Wait for the promise of a life of seeds sown

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114 days Part II

One hundred and fourteen days

Of blessings abound

Ninety-one years

Silence is a deafening sound

No more baby crying

Death rattle haunts as a sound of dying

The quiet and dark absence of sounds

Brings fear in the storm moves my soul like thunder

And crashes like cymbals so sharply resounds

Earth vessels have been taken asunder

Human pain grips us and binds

It is in this time that God's love finds

And gives us strength to see through the rain

Wipes our tears and eases our pain

I am dark and withdrawn

Yet God is light and a melody to my song

A time of despair, a season of grief

Left with God's truth, my sole remaining belief

I shudder, I weep and this too shall pass

For only what's done for Christ will last

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114 Days Part I

114 days of blessings abound

91 years

Silence is a deafening sound

No more baby crying

Death rattle haunts as a sound of dying

Numbers, days

Months and years

Fills my minutes with my deepest fears

Time grants and takes

Brings love and hates

Beautiful life left numb and grey

Time is short and soon taken away

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Trees as Life Giving Mothers

"A tree is a wonderful living organism which gives shelter, food, warmth and protection to all living things. It even gives shade to those who wield an axe to cut it down" – Buddha.














A tree grows from a small lowly seed



A lowly seed to become a small reed



Then with time, water and sun



Becomes a tree with life begun







As time passes and seasons too



Blooms with green buds anew



Small green buds to become leaves



And as seasons change time grieves







Life so green and new becomes colors of orange and red



Beautiful yet dying falling to the ground as dead



Slowly the leaves become as ash



Life has come and gone in a flash







As a small reed it cannot provide shade



Air breathed as yet it was made



Later as a tall tree with small green buds



Children climb and play upon its branches



Climbing higher taking their chances







As leaves grow shade it humbly provides



While we are needful it gracefully abides



A tree is simple yet life giving verve



At each moment in time its purpose to serve







Only for each moment can its true purpose fulfill



As God's servant completing His will



Each simple hour one is given on earth with roots in Earthly soil



Is for each one to hold God's purpose and toil







Gifts we are given at certain times in our existence



Are that which we are accountable to give in prudence



Equipped for life and life giving esprit



That which we cede and blessing that comes from what we do not see







As we are planted as we should grow



New gifts and life giving blessing with each seed we sow


The author of this blog is the author of the above poem. I wrote that poem because of some family conflict. As ridiculous as it would be to anger with a tree for not shading you at a time when it is not able so it is ridiculous to be angry with others for not giving us things we want or need if they are just not capable of giving.







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