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A String of Broken Promises

art & photo by dfav
Vowed to follow You anywhere,
Wherever You said, "Go",
But, it was never convenient,
Thought You'd never know.

Promised to glorify and honor You,
Regardless of life's circumstances.
Yet, serving at the wedding wasn't fun.
I hid Your truth as I joined in to dance.  

Said I was praying for those around me,
Citing their sins and misdeeds,
But, You said, "Love your neighbor"
Maybe I just misread?

Saw the harvest out the window,
Started eagerly out to gather them in,
But the sun it was so hot, 
Later, in the cool, I'd go out then.

Living my life I heard You calling to me,
Ever echoing as I went, "Adam, where are you"?
But, hey, You're God, I figured You knew,
Shutting my ears I kept on doing what I do.

Pledged to feed the hungry on the streets,
Thought of rescuing the drowning woman,
But, God it was never-ending stream of need,
Casually I disappeared, I slipped away and ran.

Thought You and I were solid until
Death, judgment came for me,
I hear faintly an echo of Your call long ago,
What I see in Youe eyes, I am shocked to see.

Every broken promise since I knelt at the Cross.
Every time I put You off to do my thing.
Every broken soul my eyes denied they saw.
Finally I hear the music, the words to the tune I sing.

What have my broken promises cost?
Will You now break a promise to me?
Will I hear depart from me, I never knew you?
Which decision is the one You now see?

The Lamb's Book of Life opens with a whisper,  
What is on its pages, is my name still written there?
Weakly I look to see where I am pointed, 
Your unbroken promise, my name is here.

----dfav
1/25/2021


O America!

Ole’ Glory, artwork & photo by dfav.
America?
O America, where are you?
No sight of you from our dwellings where COVID,
Government mandates and fear of one another
Has turned our homes into our tombs.

Liberty Bell?
Where is your peal, your ringing?
No sound from you, no bell rings out, just 
Madness, yelling, screaming, audio chamoflauging
That America's heartbeat has died.

Lady Liberty?
Why is your beacon darkened?
Who swooped in and stole your light,
The melting pot you pointed the way for
Has turned off your purpose, will you be toppled next?

Old Glory?
Do those stars and stripes fly anywhere still?
Flags are burning and stomped on,
Degraded, slashed, fouled with the hatred of so many
O Glory my eyes long for the sight of you.

Mighty Eagle,
Have you been shot from the sky as well?
Who clipped your majestic and powerful wings,
Have your nests and young been shred?
Are those tears in your eyes flowing down too?

Freedom?
Where did you last go down?
Who drove the last nail in your coffin?
Whose hollow bullet stopped your heart,  
When did the bill for your cost come due and go unpaid?

Christians?
Do you still exist, even underground?
Not talking about denominations, or religion,
Not talking about a list of do's and don't but
Those with authetic, life challenged, Bible believing BELIEVERS.

America?
O America, where are you?
Who grieves the loss of a 244 1/2-year-old country?
Who recognizes you even died?
Is there any or enough of you left to give us hope?

God?
O Holy Father, I know where You are.
You are here, You are always here.
For such a time as this You have raised us to exist.  
Father God, guide me, what would You have me do now?

---dfav
1/23,25 & 2/1/2021

Where We Are

Photo by Juan Pablo Serrano Arenas on Pexels.com
Eyes are weeping, weeping,
Rivers overfill their banks.
Still the eyes keep weeping, weeping.
Blinded no more by evil's lies,
That freedom could be free.
Eyes are weeping, weeping.

Ears are hearing, hearing.
Stolen lives for many reasons.
Innocent blood those ears are hearing, hearing.
Silenced no longer by ignorance,
Life's blood is a gift of God,
Ears will keep on hearing, hearing.

Tongues are tasting, tasting,
The bitterness and bitterness of sins,
Palates aren't cleansed tongues are tasting, tasting.
Sour, smokey, rotten, hot,
Shovels are force feeding ashes
Tongues are tasting, tasting.

Hearts are shattered, shattered,
For goodness can't be found.
Worthless promises, hearts shattered, shattered.
But the Evil Beast is well fed
The flesh and bone of the vulnerable and innocent
Hearts completely shattered, shattered.

Arms are empty, empty.
Children, the young, the old victimized.
By those whose souls are empty, empty.
No longer does any one breath fresh air.
Is there hope or is it too dead?
Arms achingly empty, empty.

Souls are turning, turning.
Some to view the Eastern sky.
Souls are turning, turning
Some to continue to rob, murder, steal.
Some strain to see their Jesus,
Souls are turning, turning.

Ears are hearing, hearing.
Eyes are seeing, seeing.
Tongues are praising, praising.
Hearts are rejoicing, rejoicing.
True, forever freedom is arriving, arriving.
Arms lift hands towards, heaven, heaven.

----dfav
1/25/2021

Abortion Isn’t “Just” an Issue

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Show me, please, 
What part of you when cut,
Does not hurt?
Does not cause you pain?

Tell me, please, 
Why drop of your blood isn't red?
The same color as mine?
Waiting.

Explain to them, please.
When you face them in Heaven,
How much more important you were,
Than them.

Look into their eyes, please.
This is the person you tried to erase.
Face your Creator and the one you helped create
And justify.

Talk to a barren woman, please.
Whose heart starves for what you trash?
Tell her how her pain is nothing,
But yours is not.

Look, please.
Innocent blood is on your hands,
On the father's hands,
Abortionists hands are drenched.

See, please.
The wealthy, now wealthier
From harvesting your childs organs.
See what they stole.

31,160,121.
Lives aborted.
From 1973 to 2018,
Sobering.

---dfav
2/1/2021

The Awaiting

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Across the expanse of all of Heaven
Where sun glints off the streets of gold,
Translucent glows the gates of pearl
Every being there prepares for all to unfold.
Angels ready their flaming swords to defend,
Saints cry "Hosanna to the Lamb of God"!
On Earth believers cry out for intervention
Jesus waits for The Father's knowing nod.

A brillant, gleaming white and perfect steed
With no need for man's jangling bit or harness
Stomps and sparks fly beneath his hooves
He's ready for the Christ's return with no distress.
From the blue, green and brown planet spinning
All citizens watch the final approaching of the end
Hearing the saints still cry out the name of Jesus
Our Savior, Redeemer, Resurrected friend.

God welcomes these newest travelers
Knowing each and every individual testament,
For He's seen the evilness trapped in Satan's plan
Of those who even turned from the love He sent.
Every eye with sight, physically or spiritual mind
Sees God stand and silence falls like a purest snow
Without hesitation, seeking any advice or guidance
God speaks firmly and all understand He's always known.

"Welcome Home, my children, welcome home!"

From the Cottage-by-the-Sea, (2021, #3)

The Cottage-by-the-Sea, art & photo by dfav.
There's been a storm for weeks now.
Sometimes sitting off shore and churning,
Sometimes bashing at the door howling,
No way to venture out for anything.
Feels safe here, or at least it did.
Yet the howls are now clear voices,
Yet the winds are now vital choices,
Safety is fast becoming an illusion.
An army seems to wait to lay to waste,
Everything in the storms pathway,
Everyone who looks for a new day.
A battle is raging and no one listens.

Your Word is my deepest comfort.
Statements of joy, love and hope,
Statements of calm, peace, a way to cope,
My heart cries out for intervention. 
Your presence, Your Holy Spirit,
Wraps me in Your unfailing arms,
Wraps me close though the storm alarms.
My eyes must stay focused on You.
Your Voice keeps me focused.
You tell me to trust solely in You,
You remind me You will see me through.
You are my unwavering strength.

Outside the storm is raging,
Been stewing, blowing for months on end,
Been hammering, cursing, it is not my friend,
Dear God, will this ever be over?
To the East a different rumbling,
Does the storm not yet understand,
Does the unbelieving again defy Your hand?
Will the clouds part any minute?
There are wonders still approaching,
There are winds He will quiet by speaking.
The world outside is passing.

There's a Homecoming in the Heavens,
A celebration on golden streets,
A celebration, hear the multitudes feet?
Going home, going home at last.
The Eastern clouds are parting,
The storm can no longer block the view,
The Christ is here for us, this journey through.
My body rises upward in the sky.
There's a Homecoming with the Father.
Going home, going home at last.
Going home this weary life has past. 
No more storms, no sin, no tears.

Going home, going home at last.

---dfav
2/1/2021

Pray. Listen. Act. Keep Praying.

Photo by Luis Dalvan on Pexels.com
Feel their aching emptiness,
Hear their hollowness echoing,
Their cries for connection,
Sense people's intense longing
Believers act wisely in Believing,
Got to do the right thing,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.

See their coveting, craving,
The temptations lingers,
Strong urges long denied,
Notice hands are wringing,
Do not turn or run,
Pray on, find God's way,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.

We are all hitting bottom,
Souls around are dying,
Prayers for the wandering,
Hope must keep flying,
Get up, go on, share,
Find God's way through,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.

----dfav, 1/23/2021

Whose Way

Photo by KAV 2020.
When I fail to do what God has told me is His work,
When I close my eyes to people hurting, hungry, and lost, 
When I ignore the truth through God's eyes when saying I love Him,
When I pursue man's idea of success pushing God's definition aside,
All I've really done is prove to everyone that I've lied.

When I have willingly entered into a covenant with God, 
When I have further prayed and pledged to follow His Word, 
When I blow one more chance, one more round as the Prodigal, 
When I carelessly forget my promises, in me I have shown Evil has won,
My actions scream to all I don't appreciate anything God's done.

When I choose unforgiveness, blindness and deafness,
When I justify harm in any way to any other human being,
When I take justice into my own hands and say its in God's name,
When I am silent to protect my own status and skin,
The winner's circle may be where I stand, but it is no win.

When "things" become more precious to me than people,
When color blinds me to humanity or power corrupts and devours,
When I determine a persons character based on wealth or fame,
All of these are my sins against mankind, and against the All Mighty,
My decisions, my consequences, my greed, my turn from His Right.

When in the fight to change everyone, everything to fit my perception,  
When because of my anger I have no glimmer of compassion or humanity,
When all I do is scream to attempt to let others not be heard,
When all I see is my agenda, what I have lost, my pain, my true heart,
Here I have proven with actions how much of my life God has a part.

---dfav
01/23/2021


Press On

art & photo by dfav, edited using PhotoGrid
Someone, somewhere struggles beneath the load.
A voice cries in the din of babble for help.
Broken hearts know defeat and bitter disappointment.
Ears bleed covered with scars from lies upon lies told.
Are you the someone buckling and going down?
Press on,
Stand.

Someone, somewhere is being beaten down.
Voices silently plea, "Please, right this wrong."
Believer's hearts sicken and struggle as we fall.
Senses know the stench of cheap knockoff gowns.
Are you the someone struggling to breath?
Press on,
Stand.

Someone, somewhere looks up one more time.
A voice calls strong and sure and heard right now.
Broken hearts grasp one more hope to engage.
Jesus is whispering, 'Press on, you are a child of mine.'
When you've done all you can do to stand--
Press on,
Stand.

Listen to His word O wounded one, for He is here.
With you to every corner and to the ends of the world.
You are not alone regardless what human eyes see.
He understands Your weariness, brokenness and tears.
This world is not your home.
Press on,
Stand.

---dfav 1/22/2021

I don’t know who, and I will never likely know but someone, somewhere needs this reminder today. With all that’s going on in our world right now, maybe more than one someone. Even myself. Know that this morning someone, somewhere prayed that God would meet your needs, right where you are. May His blessings flow over you.

—-dfav

All

Art and photo by dfav, edited via PhotoGrid.
We are all so wounded,
All so sure our hurts,
Our scars
Are the worst,
Deserve to burst
All over everyone.
We are all so filled with hate,
Though we claim we love,
Our painted on
Hearts and smiles
Plastered for miles,
Explodes, it's okay.
We are all so wrong,
We won't admit it,
We claim it is justified,
The wrongs we commit
The hate we submit,
Who cares who it destroys?

We are all flawed,
All right and all wrong,
All sinners saved by grace,
God's mercies free to all,
God's love meant for all
Will we ever truly see?

—dfav 1/21/2021