Help me trust you God, I don't want to falter.
Though circumstances are grim and discouraging
Evil must not win, help me be encouraging.
Help me trust you God, I don't want to falter.
Let your love for all humanity be mine, may I choose to love.
Even in the midst of the world filled with hate,
I choose your love may it not be late,
Let your love for all humanity be mine, may I choose to love.
Set me firmly on Your path, I believe in Your way.
As even basic decency is lost in this place,
Strengthen me for Your pace,
Set me firmly on Your path, I believe in Your way.
O God, may I be found as true, faithful to You.
May I know when and how to fight for Your way,
Being sure if I have anger it is righteous each day,
O God, may I be found as true, faithful to You.
Father, may my heart always believe in You first.
Even as it appears evil is winning after all,
Remind me of Your plan since Adam and Eve's fall,
Father, may my heart always believe in You first.
----dfav
6/6/2021
Tag Archive | Christan poetry
What Message is Getting Through

There is deafening noise all around,
You cannot escape it wherever you are bound.
A violent roar angry, loud and explosive,
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so big, so loud, so hot and molten,
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden.
There is violence in the streets below.
People breaking in, as people once friends turn to foes.
Glass shatters, bricks explode, fire flames and licks,
The guilty or innocent such destruction has no pick.
Businesses, homes, people damaged or wiped away,
Taken out by waves of fury again today.
There are tidal waves of age old lies,
How many deaths will be enough to die?
Leaders so corrupted they cannot smell their stench,
Plans roll out to which they've plied their wrench.
This has nothing to do with "we the people",
Much to do with the torn down steeple.
No longer can I hear the message,
No longer can I read the passage,
No longer can I find reason for sanity,
No longer do I see any recognization of dignity.
The locusts have passed again and again,
I cannot hear through their violent, wicked din.
There is one promise to which I cling,
One taste of tomorrow despite todays sting.
Jesus came and died, He the only perfect One,
He rose from death His victory won.
He is returning, He is coming back,
In Him alone resides all the understanding we lack.
Until then though I struggle to hear your voice,
Do you think there is another sane choice?
This paints a picture of evil reigning,
Of the worst of all humanity demanding,
Their way or no way, life or death,
It seems your intent to steal away our last breath.
There is deafening racket all around,
No escape no matter where you're bound.
A violent roar, angry, loud and explosive,
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so BIG, so LOUD, SO hot, SO molten,
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden.
----dfav
4/20/2021
The Light on the Horizon
The Light is alive,
Eyes scan the horizon
Somewhere it is there,
The gleam of everything
Your heart needs to care..
Again…
In the span of nothingness behind you,
You can feel it more than see
All the hurt, pain, and shame,
To the left, to the right and ahead
Heavy fog moans your name…
Run…
Then as you pose to go,
It breaks the darkened sky
It shoots out like a giant blaze,
Piercing and silencing all but this
As if it's brighter than the suns rays,
"Come home!"
Then your speed increases,
As you run to the hope ahead
'Til you are faster than wind,
The light gets brighter
From the love of your friend…
Continually…
There in the light you see,
Our precious Lord so loved
The Jesus of old Calvery,
His body has left the tomb,
Alive triumphth over ancient rilvery…
Alive…
There's a light on the horizon,
Eyes of faith and hope can see
Though covered by intentional lies,
Lies of the evil one, traps of ego and pride
Liars you believed now wither and die…
Again…
Choose today who you will serve,
God or concoctions man theorized,
Here, now, trust or let your life dive,
Will you trust your heart and soul
You have the chance to live to be alive…
Alive…
There's a light on your horizon,
For eyes to open wide,
Faith will help you to see,
Just one move toward it
Will carry you all the way, just believe…
Jesus is Alive!
-dfav
5/28/21
Have You Ever Been Mad at the Devil?
Have you ever been mad at the devil?
For masterminding the downfall of man?
After all had he kept away from Eve and Adam,
Wouldn’t we be in Eden ourselves today?
Have you ever been mad at the devil?
For exposing our weaknesses so well?
Couldn’t he have just left us alone
Stop using us like his personal pawns?
Have you ever been mad at the devil?
For your pain, struggles and sorrows in life?
Why wars, poverty, murder and lies?
Why does it seem love has to die?
Have you ever been mad at God then?
For the things He could do but didn’t?
Feed the hungry, give to the poor, heal all the ill
Stop wars and death doesn’t He love us so well?
Have you ever been mad at God?
Think perhaps He wasted free will on man?
Allowing us to choose Him or not?
He could have forced our love could He not?
Have you ever considered being mad at you?
Isn’t that what having a choice is about?
Satan may tempt you there isn’t a doubt
But *God has promised He’ll provide a way out.
Have you ever been mad at yourself?
Though blaming Satan and God is easier?
Truth is we all choose our own way
To spend our tomorrows and our todays.
Have you ever been mad at yourself?
For the wrongs you do towards any others?
It is those wrongs multiplied intensified
That helps us keep right on denying.
Have you ever been mad at the devil?
Have you ever been mad at God Himself?
Have you ever been mad at Y-O-U?
Yes, have you ever been mad at Y-O-U?
d.f.a.v. 4/6/14
Some food for thought,
–Donna
Prayer for them All
Abba Father,
The tears roll down an aging cheek
A wound is raw and weeping too
The world, this life has driven deep
It’s thorns of pain, distress and grief.
The anguish grows within a soul
Where loss has taken by surprise
Loved ones gone now grown cold
A vacuum now left behind.
The hunger in a stomach gnaws
Unnourished child of poverty
Trapped in the woes of Satan’s claws
The result of someone else’s sin.
The bombs explode, the shots ring out
People die without a chance
No way to help, no one to shout
Man’s war claims its victims gleefully.
The heart and mind of folks deceived
By false religions and deities
Whose heart the Truth they’ve not received
Who shun the Word or yet to hear.
The ones who are most like me
Who know You as their Saving Lord
Yet choose instead the sinner’s way
Who cannot break their selfish chords.
These ones I lift to You in prayer
O Mighty God the Living Word
Let me be an instrument of Your care
Let me be Your hands and feet!
These human souls in distress
Need You above all else it’s true
Accept this prayer to address
The woes of all who make humanity.
There seems so little I can do
So Father God I trust You’ve heard
Trust I have in the might of You
The Provider God, the I Am.
Send angels or Believers like me
Ease suffering, pain and hunger too
Loosen Satan’s grip so hope they see
You are God and love them still.
d.f.a.v. 8/28/13
Let it be!
-Faye
More of Him, Less of Me
As John the Baptist in days of old
To all who would listen surely told
After Jesus had been baptized by him
And the disciples began baptizing men
“He must be greater; I must become less.”*
If the world is to know who Jesus is
The gift He gave for us to be His
Then I must set aside self-pride
Trust in Him for every stride
I must become less so He can be greater.
Should my prayers be answered
For they are with His will aligned
Then I must put off my pettiness
Before Him I must readily confess
In me be greater Lord, my status less.
If the words I write are to mean anything
For the testimony I give for Jesus the King
Then to His will I surrender willingly
Setting aside my desires deliberately
For Him to be greater and I to be less.
What will this mean for me in this world
Can I not run to Him for me anymore?
Of course I can for He wants me to
Just as He wants that for you
But to make Him greater, and I less.
How will this look upon my face
Let me cling tightly to His grace
Let upon my countenance shine
The image of Christ for all mankind
As He becomes greater, and I become less.
It is simple and hard at the same time
This message God has said is mine
Part of the cross I must take to follow Him
From here to there and back again
“He must be greater; I must become less.”*
-d.f.a.v. 8-21-13
More of Him, less of me!
-Faye
*John 3:30 N.I.V.