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 Poetry, Come Meet Abba, Poem Mary Mullin on July 30, 2024|
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 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
Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, God the Father, Poem about God on December 3, 2023|
Born from Above
Born from above
wrapped in glory
Shekinah of the one true King
Tekton buried behind a stone
this daughter crawls
on carpets of His kindness
learns to walk
in meadows of His grace
climbs confidently
on the rocks and hills of trial
strengthening herself for eternity
as His bride
From atop His splendid steed
the King keeps watch over my training
in the shadows of the evening fire
He rubs lineament into my aching muscles
recounting epic tales of His exploits
what has been
and what will be
I doze off to the rich tenor of His voice
speaking life over me
loving kindness dripping from His lips
soothing oil on the head of the anointed
Shalom
MaryBeth
2023
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Posted in Poem, tagged bond servant, Christian Poetry, Poem about God, slave by choice on July 30, 2023|
Long did I suffer
bound
in heavy chains
Cruel master, unrelenting
body and mind bent
Burdens impossible
to bear
life without parole
Come sweet death
return me
to dust
Eternity revealed
the King
offering a hand
He lifted me
offering water
He quenched my thirst
offering freedom
He broke my chains
offering life
I gave mine
Bond Servant now
to the Lord Most High
slave for life
slave by choice
His
Copyright 2014
Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, George Herbert, Poems of faith on October 9, 2022|
By George Herbert
1593-1633
Teach me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in anything
To do it as for Thee.
A man that looks on glass,
On it may stay his eye:
Or if he pleaseth, through it pass,
And then the heav’n espy.
And may of Thee partake:
Nothing can be so mean,
Which with his tincture– “for Thy sake”–
Will not grow bright and clean.
A servant with this clause
Makes drugery divine:
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,
Makes that and th’action fine.
This is the famous stone
That turneth all to gold;
For that which God doth touch and own
Cannot for less be told.
Posted in Poem, Uncategorized, tagged Christian Poetry, God's word is truth, Poem about Bible, William Luff on October 2, 2022|
by William Luff (1850-1935)
Thy Word is Truth! Thy Word is Light
Undimmed by cloud or age:
Thy Son of Love–clear, spotless, bright–
Gilds every glowing page.
Thy Word is Truth! ‘Tis here Thy grace
Shines forth amid the night:
A star to guide our wandering race,
By faith, to perfect sight.
Thy Word is Truth! Men come and go;
Age follows mortal youth;
Thy Word, Thyself, no change can know,
Both are Eternal Truth.
Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, Marion Franklin Ham, Poems of faith, Prayer on September 18, 2022| 1 Comment »
by Rev. Marion Franklin Ham (1867-1956)
I pray not for the joy that knows
No saving bension of tears;
The placid life of ease that flows
Untroubled through the changing years.
Grant me, O God, the mind to see
The blessings which my sorrows bring;
And give me, in adversity,
The heart that still can trust and sing.
Posted in hymns, Poem, tagged Christian Hymn, Christian Poetry, Fanny Crosby on October 10, 2021|
by Fanny Crosby
O heart bereav’d and lonely
Whose brightest dreams have fled,
Whose hopes like summer roses
Are wither’d, crush’d, and dead;
Though link by link is broken,
And tears unseen may fall,
Look up amid thy sorrow
To Him who knows it all.
O cling to thy Redeemer,
Thy Saviour, Brother, Friend;
Believe and trust His promise
To keep thee to the end:
O watch and wait with patience,
But question not His will;
His arms of love and mercy
Are round about thee still.
Lookup, the clouds are breaking,
The storm will soon be o’er;
And thou shalt reach the haven
Where sorrows come no more.
Look up, be not discouraged;
Trust on, whate’er befall;
Remember, O remember,
Thy Saviour knows it all.
Rooted and Grounded 