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Light of the World by John S. B. Monsell

Posted in Poem, tagged , on October 31, 2021|

By John S. B. Monsell (1811-1875)

Light of the world, we hail Thee
flushing the eastern skies:
Never shall darkness veil Thee
again from human eyes;
Too long, alas, withholden,
now spread from shore to shore;
Thy light, so glad and golden,
shall set on earth no more.

Light of the world, Thy beauty
Steal into every heart,
And glorifies with duty
Life’s poorest, humblest part;
Thou robest in Thy splendor
The simplest ways of men,
And helpest them to render
Light back to Thee again.

Light of the world, before Thee
Our spirits prostrate fall;
We worship, we adore Thee,
Thou light, the life of all;
With Thee is no forgetting
Of all thine hand hath made;
Thy rising hath no setting,
They sunshine hath no shade.

Light of the world, illumine
This darkened land of Thine,
Till everything that’s human
Be filled with the divine;
Till every tongue and nation,
From sin’s dominion free,
Rise in the new creation
Which springs from love and Thee.

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Some Day by Charles Albert Tindley

Posted in hymns, Poem, tagged , , , on October 17, 2021|

by: Charles Albert Tindley

Beams of heaven, as I go,
Through this wilderness below,
Guide my feet in peaceful ways,
Turn my midnights into days;
When in the darkness I would grope,
Faith always sees a star of hope,
And soon from all life’s grief and danger,
I shall be free some day.

Refrain:
I do not know how long ’twill be,
Nor what the future holds for me,
But this I know, if Jesus leads me,
I shall get home some day.

Oftentimes my sky is clear,
Joy abounds without a tear,
Though a day so bright begun,
Cloud’s may hide tomorrow’s sun.
There’ll be a day that’s always bright,
A day that never yields to night,
And in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold some day. [Refrain]

Harder yet may be the fight,
Right may often yield to might,
Wickedness awhile may reign,
Satan’s cause may seem to gain.
There is a God that rules above,
With hand of pow’r and heart of love;
If I am right, He’ll fight my battle,
I shall have peace some day. [Refrain]

Burdens now may crush me down,
Disappointments all around,
Troubles speak in mournful sigh,
Sorrow through a tear-stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
No mourning soul shall roam its plains,
And to that land of peace and glory,
I want to go some day. [Refrain]

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Thy Word is Like a Garden

Posted in Poem, tagged , , , on July 11, 2021|

by Edwin Hodder  (1837-1904)

1 Your Word is like a garden, Lord,

with flowers bright and fair;
and everyone who seeks may pluck
a lovely cluster there.
Your Word is like a deep, deep mine;
and jewels rich and rare
are hidden in its mighty depths
for every searcher there.

2 Your Word is like a starry host;
a thousand rays of light
are seen to guide the traveler,
and make his pathway bright.
Your Word is like an armory,
where soldiers may repair,
and find, for life’s long battle day,
all needful weapons there.

3 O may I love your precious Word,
may I explore the mine,
may I its fragrant flowers glean,
may light upon me shine.
O may I find my armor there,
your Word my trusty sword;
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
the battle of the Lord.

Source: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #139

 

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The Father’s Voice

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on July 15, 2020|

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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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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I am Yours

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on March 23, 2020| 1 Comment »

I am Yours
I breathe in
your Spirit fills me again
my troubles scatter
waiting for me in the darkness
for opportunity to arise

I am Yours
how could I forget?

I am precious in Your sight
I am the apple of Your eye
I am Yours forever

You have taken me from darkness and judgment
translated me into the kingdom of your incredible light

You are light
You banish the darkness that threatens
threatens to over take me

My enemies gather ‘round
but they are no real threat to me
You are holding me

I am Yours.

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YOU

Posted in Poem, Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 14, 2018|

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

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on September 7, 2018|

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

Posted in Poem, tagged , , on July 31, 2018|

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

Copyright 2018

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Pink Roses

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The Pirate Ship

Posted in Poem, tagged on March 5, 2018|

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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