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YOU

YOU

I breathe in Your Spirit . . . my troubles scatter

I know they lurk in the darkness for another chance to plague me.

I am Yours forever;

how could I forget?

I am precious in your sight.

You have taken me from darkness and judgment

and translated me into the kingdom of Your incredible light.

You

the Light

banish the darkness that threatens me

My enemies are no real threat

You are holding me.

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Racehorse

Racehorse

Something
Someone
caught my eye
hooked my interest
ensnared my heart

I feel Your restraint
on me
I sense Your restraint
on him

waiting like racehorses
at the gate
snorting, stomping
chomping at the bit
Your bit
we’re under Your yoke

Abba
I’m so sorry
Abba
I’m so sorry I wasn’t better
wasn’t braver
didn’t protect my heart
didn’t protect my purity
didn’t safeguard my soul

All my treasure I gave away
cast before swine
squandered on the roadside

I don’t have my gift
to give to him
the him you choose
for me

I rushed love
I wasted love
I lost love
who can find it?

I love You
only You
I need You.
I know You.
I know Your plans for me.
I know Your heart for me.
I know the alternative.
I know I’m safe with You.

So I wait at the gate
I keep my eyes on You
Abba

I don’t want
to want
or even think of
what You don’t have for me
Copyright 2018

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Fragrance

I met You daily
for me
to survive
for comfort
for healing
for strength
to push back the darkness

I never imagined
the fragrance you were leaving behind in me
over the years
weaving it into the very fibers of my soul
the essence of my being
the pungent perfume
the amazing aroma of the Beautiful One

I was desperate for You
my eyes consumed by my troubles
For many years
I couldn’t lift my head to look ahead
I couldn’t see beyond
prevailing problems
current chaos
daily demands

I didn’t worry if you were leaving Your fragrance with me
on me
in me
I didn’t know or care

But You, Adonai T’zva’ot,
You did
You knew it would help others
You knew it would waft over my sweet child
You knew I’d want this fragrance
long for this fragrance
one day
You knew

So You did for me what I couldn’t do for myself
You made this broken pot a useful vessel
in Your house
the Master’s house

In time
Your time
fullness of time
perfectly timed
You began the squeeze
pressure increased
pressure mounted

You were close, but no relief
more and more force applied
to my soul
to my being
enemies all around
enemies within
walls entombing me

blistering betrayal
brutal battles
boundless sorrows
rivers of tears
I was in a vice
You were tightening screws
increasing pressure
crushing, crushing, crushing

I thought I might die
I wished I might die
I wished and wished for the crushing to end

As You crushed me in that contraption called the human condition,
that mechanism for spiritual growth known as “that which is common to man”
something happened
something I never expected

At first, just a hint of fragrance was released
a brisk walk at dusk past the night-blooming Jasmine

then a wispy cloud floating around me
a bouquet of fresh-cut roses in the center of the kitchen table

still You weren’t finished
til the unrelenting crushing brought forth the full aroma
the blast of permeating fragrance

prostrate in fields of lavender
resting on the fresh buds
my pores seeping with fragrance
the fragrance of Yeshua
the fragrance of the Christ
the fragrance of hope

You are the sower
You are the living water
You are the vine dresser
You are Elohim
Creator of the very dirt and herb of the field

and You are the perfumer
bringing forth the finest scents
from Your flowers
crushing me
crushing us
that Your fragrance might remain

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Pink Roses

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The Pirate Ship

The Pirate Ship

Because I’m still me
frailties plague me
pride lifts me
self-reliance walks me out the plank
of this pirate ship
a ship taken by mutiny
a ship of which I made myself master
a rebellious ship
on its own mission
of larceny and murder
stealing from and murdering hope in God

chaos reigns on deck
I fear the worst
I always fear the worst
all is lost
all the years of traveling and scheming
planning and dreaming
of a place
of a love
of a peace

I contemplate my end
each step out
further from safety
closer to the edge
my toes grasp the edge of this plank
through warped pieces of wood
something catches the light of the setting sun
dull, metallic
thick links hang from the side of the ship
the other end hidden
buried in blackness

but I don’t need to see its two hook-like arms to know
my Anchor has dropped
my Anchor of hope
my mooring in the storm

suddenly jolted
my footing temporarily lost
the Anchor hits bottom
this pirate ship full stop
the true Captain emerges from below

I see the question in His eyes
I make my way off the plank
I study my toes

Facing Him
I raise my arms in salute
I raise my arms in surrender
meeting His eyes
those eyes
gentle eyes
of understanding
of forgiveness
of mercy
of restoration

“O Captain, my Captain”
disregarding my feeble salute
He pulls me to Himself
“My child, be still. All is well.”

MaryBeth Mullin
Copyright 2018

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Daughter

Daughter

I was alone, broken-hearted
But Your word washed over me, cleansing me
And Your word healed all my wounds

I was starving; sorrow had taken my appetite
But Your words I found, and I ate them
And Your word became the joy and rejoicing of my heart

I was thirsty; in the wasteland of despair, I forgot to drink
But Your word was my refreshing
and Your word welled up in my heart like riparian springs

I was unloved; my beloved’s affection stolen through deceit
But Your word spoke truth over me
And Your word reminded me that I was precious, loved, accepted

I was imprisoned; my own desires had bound me
But Your word was the key to the locks that held me
And Your word – Your truth – set me free

I was destined for torment, my sin had earned me death
But Your word was my hope
And it led me to the blood of redemption

Your word sustains me
Your promises are my life blood
Your voice alone I hear, and I hear You call me Daughter

Copyright MaryBeth Mullin

7/2016

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Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise thee
For the bliss they love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows.
Help, O God! my weak endeavor,
This dull soul to rapture raise;
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
 
Lord! this bosom’s ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express;
Low before thy foot-stool kneeling
Deign thy suppliant’s prayer to bless.
Let thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure, 
Love’s pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth they praise.

–Francis Scott Key

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Across the will of nature

Leads on the path of God;

Not where the flesh delighteth

The feet of Jesus trod.

Oh Jesus, Thy care is not to make

The desert a waste no more,

But to keep our feet, lest we miss the track

Where Thy feet went before.

–Amy Carmichael, Candles in the Dark

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