Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, Desire for God, God-shaped hole in me, rootedinhisword.org on November 3, 2025|
My Heart has a Desire
I long to be held
by strong arms
arms that promise safety
arms that promise rest
my protector’s embrace
How could these be human arms?
I seek the arms of my Savior
lifter of my head
breaker of chains
collector of tears
counter of hairs
healer of body
of soul
wonderful
counselor
King of Kings
Lord of lords
My heart has a desire
I seek everlasting arms
Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poem, poem of faith on June 29, 2025|
I Come Home Dirty
I come home dirty,
soiled by time in the world
You shower me with the cleansing waters
I’m clean
You dry my tears
there are always tears
You hold me as I shiver
something always leaves me shivering
alone
afraid
empty
the world–its not my home
the world–its sorrows well-known
But here with You
I’m home
I find rest
shalom
You wrap me again
in the chesed blanket,
Your covenant love
beneath its protection
reminded
I am loved
I am safe
I am seen
I am part
I am purchased
My life hidden, holy
My future sure
Home
MaryBeth Mullin
2023
Posted in Christmas, Poem, tagged Christina Rossetti, Christmas Poem on December 23, 2024|
–Christina Georgina Rossetti, 1885
Love Came Down at Christmas
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and Angels gave the sign.
Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?
Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.
Posted in Christmas, Jesus, Poem, tagged Baby Jesus Born to Die, Christmas Poem, Jesus Poem on December 19, 2024|
By M. E. Mullin
Baby Jesus, small and soft
born that star-filled night
for ages prophets had foretold
Light to pierce the night
Your heavenly home You left behind
eternal things put aside
to enter human time and space
the Father as your guide.
Why would You,
Almighty King
Lord of all the Lords
come down to earth to be with us
the outcasts and the poor
O Jesus, help me see the truth
Your life was not in vain
Your coming was to meet my need
Yours a blood sacrifice
For the living, it was needful
without blemish You were found
yet dying was the pinnacle
my sin stain it removed
The cross it is the centerpiece
instrument of pain
see where blood was flowing down
the lamb on it was slain
In dying You gave your life for me
propitiatory substitute
in rising You opened eternity
the accuser rendered mute
A baby born to humble means
lain in a manger bare
is only part the story told
look further if you dare
the only true and living God
the one they call “I AM”
He kept His promise in the child
He sent His Son, the Lamb
May God bless you this Christmas with a vision of Easter.
Copyright 2015
Posted in Poem, Thanksgiving, tagged Giving Thanks to God, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving poem on November 26, 2024|
Thank you God.
Hallelujah
Angels sing your praise.
Never failing is your love for me.
Keeping me always safe from harm.
Sending your son to die for my sins.
Giving me eternal life.
In me working out your perfect will.
Victorious in all things through Christ.
In fellowship with the Father.
Never separated from You.
God is good.
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Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, Come Meet Abba, Poem Mary Mullin on July 30, 2024|
Posted in Poem, tagged call for help to God, Christian Poem, poem of faith on June 23, 2024|
Abba, help!
I’m stuck in a swamp
my feet like anchors weigh
I can’t see past tall grass
I have lost my way
Your voice growing fainter
in the distance calling
Abba, please!
Help me find my way
A flare soars above me
illuminating the sky
the swamp is drained
the grasses gone
You stand above me–You alone
Abba, help!
Please carry me home.
MaryBeth 2023
Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, poem of faith, Psalm 46:10 on June 16, 2024|
The chains that hold me are from the past,
the voices of those closest to me
who utter confirmation of my worthlessness
my failures, my lack of any attractiveness or beauty.
The persecution is largely from within,
I hear them, I sense their rejection
–those to whom I have given all
and before whom I have laid myself bare.
I was foolish with my heart,
wasting it on those who could never understand its worth,
those with nothing to give,
souls shriveled and dry
But You made me to love,
pouring water on my soul,
causing it to overflow,
opening my hands to give, my heart to love
but I wasn’t completely schooled,
I ran off from the master before the lessons were complete.
I am restored now to Your tutelage,
but my past trials trail me
like a banner, announcing my failures.
Lord, my life is Yours. Break the chains.
Set me free from those who seek my hurt.
I have no defense against them,
those under the sway of the enemy of my soul.
God: Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.
Do not be afraid, stand still and see the salvation of Adonai, which He will accomplish for you today.
MaryBeth 2016
Posted in Poem, tagged light of faith, oil lamp, poem of faith, this little light on June 2, 2024|
Oil Lamp
Let this old oil lamp
burn still today
Pour the freshly-pressed
oil of Your Spirit
into this weathered vessel
Replace my wick with fresh cloth
cut from pure clean fabric
set aside for your work
Light the flame again
that I might burn for You
testify of You
because of You
Your faithfulness to me
I am a light
I cast light
because You have filled me
with light
with the oil of Your Spirit
I can illuminate
dark hearts
dark places
because You have illuminated
my dark heart
my dark places
My light is You
the One who spoke
and light heeded
the One who came
so those who sat
in darkness could see wonderful
life-altering light
This light of mine
I’m gonna’ let it shine.
MaryBeth 2023
Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, Life with God, Poems of faith on May 26, 2024|
Water meet Rock
launched
from cannon of self-reliance
where fine precision cuts
and soothing water
only needed
left untended
baked clay
persevered
stoney face
stoney heart
wielded harsh words
heavy-handed
knife words
cutting, cutting
those nearest
then
heart of stone taken
warm flesh placed within
with purpose new
memory of granite speaks
living water
over hard rock
water having its way
flowing over
soaking in
separating
running down
again
and again
making smooth
making useful
to the Master
MaryBeth 2021
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