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In His Grip

Posted in Poem, tagged , on July 8, 2020|

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

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on July 5, 2020|

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

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on July 1, 2020|

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

Posted in Poem, tagged , on June 28, 2020|

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

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on June 24, 2020| 3 Comments »

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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Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau

Posted in Poem, tagged , on June 21, 2020|

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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Irreparably Broken

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on June 17, 2020|

Irreparably Broken

I swim in the waters of my trial
your promises buoy me
I feel peace descend
A canopy over me
I will be all right

But clear waters turn swiftly to rolling white caps,
crashing on the sandy shore
from underneath, I feel the pull, the undertow of sorrow
pulling me, threatening me, holding me under the surface,
to drown me

I struggle to stay afloat,
reaching in my prayers for the arms of my Father, wanting You to take me from these waters
snatch me out, take me with You.
“Take me!” I cry. I want to be with You–completely with you

My tears are little comfort, my soul is bruised,
my confidence shattered,
I am broken.
I will never be the same.

You don’t correct me.
It is so. Irreparably broken.

Copyright 2016

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The Darkness Living with Us

Posted in Poem, Uncategorized, tagged , on June 10, 2020|

I saw the darkness near the start
glimpsed the
damage to the heart
but despite my pause
I wanted to receive
apologies and
other words that please

but missing
in my training
was the wisdom to heed
the warning
darkness unattended
will grow untended
and extended

hidden in unexplored corners
places kept secret
in pretends
in little lies
and tries to please
in every lack of integrity

darkness waited for its collaborator
an open door
for lack of transparency
to yield up dishonesty
and concealed iniquity

to slowly grow and seep
from the corners to the deep
recesses of the darkened mind
the one hiding behind
a disintegrating mask

pretend
became disinterest
became anger
became un-forgiveness

the avalanche of
deceit
betrayal
destruction
total darkness
threatened total black out

I didn’t truly know
but darkness has a foe
its weapons have no defense
its power lost against
the littlest ray of light

Light came for me
Light set me free
Light carried me
on to find my destiny

I’ll forever be a child of Light
and every darkness must take flight
when HaShem becomes my sole delight

Copyright M.E. Mullin

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Comfort

Posted in Poem, tagged , on May 31, 2020|

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)

Speak low to me, my Savior, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss thee so,
Who art not missed by any that entreat.

Speak to me as to Mary at they feet!
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber, while I go
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
In humanest affection – thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing.

As a child, whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore,
Is sung to in its stead by mother’s mouth,
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster that he wept before.

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Rock of My Heart

Posted in Poem, tagged , on May 24, 2020| 1 Comment »

by Amy Carmichael

Rock of my heart and my Fortress Tower,
dear are Thy thoughts to me;
Like the unfolding of leaf and flower
opening silently.
And on the edge of these Thy ways,
standing in awe as heretofore,
Thee do I worship, Thee do I praise
and adore.

Rock of my heart and my Fortress Tower,
dear is Thy love to me;
Search I the world for a word of power,
find it at Calvary.
O deeps of love that rise and flow
round about me and all things mine,
Love of all loves, in Thee I know
Love Divine

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