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I was nearly made small
surrounded and hemmed in
by small thinking
petty thinking
reactionary
narrow
inside-the-box
the cardboard box
thinking
or the absence of thinking

I felt my thoughts grow small
puny
longing to retaliate
in small-mindedness
crawl into that place
with its sub-basement conduct
underground deportment

after all–that’s what they did
that’s how they treated me
that’s what they would understand
low
lower
base
baser

Into my plans
shot an arrow of light
a spark of wisdom
from above

smallness is their distinctive
small-minded actions
puny-minded words
only confirmed I was one of them

but I didn’t want to be
that’s not who I’m meant to be

The only way to communicate
with the puny mind
is to be big
bigger
big-hearted
gi-normous

put aside every bit of smallness
every shred of puny thinking
be generous to a fault
overlook the wrongs
live above
live big

smallness is not a question of size
smallness is inside
a state of mind
and the state of living that follows

No one can make me small.

by MaryBeth Mullin

Copyright 2020

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By John Wright Follette (1883-1966)

I am a flame born of celestial fire
I bear a name, Insatiable Desire.
I wear in heart an image all divine,
Past human art, not traced by mortal line.
I hear God call to taste His heavenly power;
I give my all to burn life’s single hour.
So let me burn through fetters that would bind;
Thus will I learn and freedom will I find.
I shall return to Love’s eternal fire,
There shall I burn – a satisfied desire.

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By Amy Carmichael, 1867-1951

Shadow and coolness, Lord,
Art Thou to me;
Cloud of my soul, lead, on,
I follow Thee.
What though the hot winds blow,
Fierce heat beats up below?
Fountains of water flow–
Praise, praise to Thee.

Clearness and glory, Lord,
Art Thou to me;
Light of my soul, lead on,
I follow Thee.
All through the moonless night,
Making its darkness bright,
Thou art my Heavenly Light–
Praise, praise to Thee.

Shadow and shine art Thou,
Dear Lord, to me;
Pillar of cloud and fire,
I follow Thee.
What though the way is long,
In Thee my heart is strong,
Thou art my joy, my song–
Praise, praise to Thee.

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Laying flat on cool marble
arms by my sides
the voice of the Father
calms me

from nowhere
an attack
I flinch
it requires everything
to be still

sword flashes
another strikes back
clang of metal on metal
a battle above my head

a final blow
my attacker is slain
dead
threat eliminated

Listen to my voice
my child
I am with you
I will not leave you
fear not

my palms are sweaty
my pulse is racing
breathing shallow and fast
heart pounding so hard it could split

Abba, Abba
He gently rubs my temple
Be still and know
from experience
I AM God

a voice calls to me
My beloved, come to Me
longing for His touch
I am drawn

Copyright MaryBeth Mullin

 

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In His Grip

Strong is the hand that plucked me from the raging waters and set me on the Rock.

Gentle are the hands that comfort me and wipe away my tears.

Firm is the grip that keeps me from harm and evil.

Merciful are the arms which hug me close as I kick and scream in rebellion.

Everlasting are the arms that hold me close to the Father’s heart.

Worthy are the nail-pierced hands that present me holy and without blame before the throne of God.

. . . and no one can deliver me out of His hand.

 

Copyright M.E.Mullin

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O Praise the Lord

by Amy Charmichael 1867-1951

O praise the Lord, for it is good
And pleasant and a joyful thing
To lift the heart, as all men should,
who have so dear a Lord to sing.

The number of the stars He tells,
And calls each star by his own name;
No two of all His flow’ry bells
Or leaves or grasses are the same.

So individual is His thought
For all of us, did one let go
The hand of Joy, and, sore distraught,
Forget to sing, His heart would know.

From rainbow did a color float,
Or did a shining sun burn dim,
That were far less for Him to note
Than dumbness of a child to Him.

O save from that! Let grateful song
And jubilance of melody,
And love merry-makings throng
The road that leads us home to Thee.

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Rescued

What is this darkness that descended?
I barely discern its grasp
so wrapped in hypocrisy and self-righteousness
dark forces slither in unnoticed

my heart was glad
my sorrow banished
my thoughts on the future
my life re-engaged

I saw You, a blur on the side of the road
a speed limit sign I was going too fast to register

I ignored the initial pricks of Your correction
and later the thud of Your body thrown under my tires
to slow me down

You sent counselors
they spoke truth
but I could not hear
I would not hear
I refused to heed

Rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft
Rebellion a power so great it blinds
my rebellion, cloaked in justification
and false purity blinded me to Your truth

the corrective measures,
designed to redirect me
provided only my temporary awareness of being off the path
the rough terrain, the lack of smooth pavement
only provided a twinge of consciousness of my sin
as my focus sharpened on the sin of others,
of my adversary and of my friend,
the log blinded me to my own wickedness

But in Your mercy
You persisted

Your promises were uttered
You would not relent
You would keep me
You would hedge me in
you would deliver me
from my strong enemy
the enemy within

You know my frame
You know my ways
You know the plans
You know my future
so you woke me from the dullness
You re-sensitized my conscience

My eyes flew opened
I saw the great precipice on which I tottered
the great fall I was about to make
I was suddenly aware of the danger
I was confronted with the evil
I had been nursing and enjoying in my heart
all the trappings and disguises peeled away
the black darkness of my sin
threatening to pull me in became clear

I had almost stumbled
I had almost caused another to stumble
O God!

My heart is crushed by my betrayal of You
You coax me back from the edge
My tears flood my shoes
I grieve but You are close
You never let go
I step behind the protective fence of Your law
safe once again

Teach me anew, O God
Keep me from evil,
from enemies, within and without
Protect me
Forgive my trespasses
Be my God
I need You
Every hour I need You

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Last Lines

By Emily Bronte (1818-1848)

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life – that in me has rest,
As I – undying life –have power in thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
the steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in thee.

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou – THOU art Being and Breath,
And what THOU art may never be destroyed.

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Solitary

Solitary
I sat
baking in the sun
strong winds force shards of sand into my flesh

sunburned
I waited to die
abandoned
unloved
unkept
tossed aside like garbage

I hurt
every cell ached with sorrow

But Jesus found me
with cool water
He washed my face

He poured cool water on my parched tongue
He gently laid a blanket over me
He held me
He promised to stay
He called me beloved
my sobs met no resistance
I curled into His chest–hidden

my eyes are red and swollen
sorrow is my close companion
waves of sadness roll over me,
threatening violence

The storm will end
Peace will prevail
But til then
as circumstances and emotions buffet me,
Jesus holds me close.

Copyright MaryBeth Mullin

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by William Blake (1757-1827)

Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau,
Mock on, Mock on! tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind
And the wind blows it back again

And every sand becomes a Gem
Reflected in the beams divine
Blown back they blind the mocking Eye
But still in Israel’s paths they shine

The Atoms of Democritus
And Newton’s Particles of light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore
Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright

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