Tag Archive | Christian poetry

Keys to the Father’s House

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The Father's son, Jesus Christ
Held it out to me, from atop His scar,
A beautiful but select old fashioned key,
Openly displayed not hidden in a jar.
His eyes seeing me as only He can
How do I fail to know all we can be?

With trembling fingers I gently touch
Unsure of what doors it unlocked,
My finger tip glazed His scar
All I thought I knew just disappeared,
My knowledge sank in my simple mind
As His wisdom briefly in its place appeared.

How precious this key He gives,
Surely I must protect it regardless of the cost?
It comes from the One who overcame death,
Affording us every protection, every security post?
This is the eternal key to the Father's house
How can it be used to reach the lost?

Do I hide it, guard it, silence it
Even in times of greatest need?
Do I keep its presence a secret
Let rumor and legend grow their seed?
Is this the best to keep thieves away
Make silence my lifelong creed?

Should I refuse it after all
Though I asked Jesus into my heart?
For I am not worthy of His trust
Could I really complete my part?
Do I not have doubt in myself
Down to a dark type of art?

Then almost as I backed away
I heard Jesus whisper in my ear,
"At Judgment when asked the question
You were offered the key so dear,
The key to Our Father's house,
How did you use it year after year?"

Did you accept all the possibilities
Of what the Father could open for you,
If you took the Father's house key
Perhaps opened a door or two?
Invited people in to meet the Father?
What did you do, who did you woo?

How will you answer this question
"What did you do with the Father's key?"
What will be your honest answer?
Will Jesus receive the truth of what you believe?
What will Jesus oh, so clearly see?
Did you use it so the lost receives?

---dfav
4/12/2021

Free Souls

Emerging from the depths of soil
Of what was but days ago
Frozen,
Cold,
Still.
Now life bursts forth in glee
Proof that somehow life
Finds a way,
Continues on,
Has a will.
Beneath us one and all
In a cycle of continuing
Miracles happen,
Time marks passage,
Birth occurs.
From depths of human hearts
Acknowledgement as Spring arrives
Despite COVID,
Shutdowns
Separation.
Resolutions, determinations unfurl
The hibernating hope in us
To reawaken,
Feel the Sonshine,
Unfurl our wings.
Seeds opening in prepared soil
Buds bursting beneath nests
Babies soar,
On newly found wings,
Free souls.

----dfav
4/8/2021

When Truth Shines in the Heart

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When the full light of God's being
Is shone into Your heart
What becomes visible unseen before
What remains when the shadows depart?

When God calls for blinders to fall
Scales to drop from your eyes
What is the truest picture revealed now?
What stretches toward the Son, what dies?

When the truth of who God is, has been
Slams against your false beliefs
What do you recognize now as truth
What shackles fall so you have real relief?

When we believe we believe in Jesus
Never realizing it is a false assumption
What happens when honesty bursts forth
What truth comes with the revelation?

----dfav
4/6/2021

From the Cottage-by-the-Sea (#4, 4/1/21)

artwork by dfav
Here ---
My soul has longed to be here.
Surrounded by reminders
Of Your power
Of Your grace
Of Your awesomeness.

Here ---
Where my heart can beat with each swell
As the waves crash on the shore
Against the sand
Against the rock
Against the cottage.

Here ---
Where burdens flow out with the tide
Return battered and bruised
In broken pieces
Broken chains,
Broken strongholds.

Here ---
In the vast openness of the ocean
Where the wind snatches
Every stench away,
Every forgotten truth,
Every failure.

Here ---
Where my heart and soul know
The wonder of Your might
Is ever present
Is always felt
Is always welcoming.

Here ---
In our Cottage-by-the-Sea
Our prayer closet expanded
Though You remain
Steadfast
Proclaimed.

Here.

----dfav
4/1/2021

Press On

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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

Predictions

Diagnosis true and grim,
Dire predictions to the brim,
Shadows haunting milky film,
Chance of happiness totally slim.
But who can know tomorrow’s gift?
What chance may cause a shift?
Life buried in a deep snow drift,
May bring the spring and heal the rift?
What Satan means to destroy trust,
Turn flesh to fire and bones to dust,
Could be turned by God and must,
Be asked to heal heart and crust.
       -dfav

—Donna

Season of Listening

The air is spun with frozen fingers,
Tap dancing with Summer’s humid greens,
While hues of Autumn creeps on life’s stage
And Winter waits a few more days.
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.

The fields give up the last of bounty,
Soil put to rest for Winter’s pass,
While bon fires blaze to hold off the cold
But soon the season will claim it’s right.
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.

Ice and snow the duet shrill,
As Winter has laid ownership to time,
Days are short and long the night,
What lesson buried in bitter cold?
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.

Whatever it is this season bring,
Remember I hearth fires blaze,
Fingers warmed by coffee mug in grasp
Heart exposed by Scripture explored.
What does my heart hear God say?
What does God have to say?
I pray.
         dfav 10/22/17

—Donna

The Ugly Truth of Man

Into the darkness of mankind’s souls I peered,
Places dulled and racked with mocking jeers,
Places once I knew to be bustling with life,
Now endless plains twisted by fear and strife.
In silence I condemn and convict as judge,
Passing sentence to settle the grudge.
Where’s the woman I once knew myself to be?
What stripped me of everything I knew as me?
Tumbling over and knocked repeatedly about,
I took my eyes away from the truth with doubt.
Before I could catch myself I began to fall,
Losing my allegiance to God’s holy call.
Could this be the same Daughter of God I knew?
Could ever again the love of God be renewed?
Oh, yes we each posses the ability to turn
Become the fire fighter who starts to set the burn,
There lurks within each and every one of soul
The monsters we have fought to hide and control.
One wrong act willingly indulged and free,
Sets off a chain of evil with consequences still to be.
But into this abyss Christ plunges in,
One Son of God and man come to pay the debt of sin,
The same Savior who willingly died upon the cross,
Whose redemption cloak over me does toss,
And I am swept away by His mercy and grace,
Reminded I shall see Him face-to-face,
Despite how I repeatedly fail Him and His cause,
His promises to me never cease or pause.
Into the mess of mankind’s heart I peer,
From my face He bottles every single tear,
Despite my abilities for evil He has won my heart,
Evil as man representative I may be yet God upholds His part.
—dfav 8/15/17

—Donna

To You I Offer

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Into Your presence I commit my spirit.
Unto Your will I surrender my plans.
To You and You only I offer my heart,
To You the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit,
Together as one You cannot be torn apart.

Before You I kneel with true awareness,
You are the Master of the Universe,
The God of Abraham, Jacob and Moses,
A God who has a history loyal to fickle man,
Who has pierced Him with thorns and neglected the roses.

To You I give up my selfish ambition.
It’s to You I release the love in my soul.
To You I turn for eternal salvation,
To You I concede I’m at my core a sinner,
And only in You, through You, can I have redemption.

Take of me whatever it is You can use,
Mold me and shape me by Your standard,
Remake, refashion, recreate the disciple You need,
Purge my heart ’til its whiter than snow,
Reap from my life where You’ve planted the seed.

When this life has passed for me,
Repentance will be far too late,
Hear my soul cry out to Jehovah God today,
As the sun breaks with brilliance across the sky,
It is to You, in You, with You I beg to stay.
            —dfav 7/31/17

—Donna

Abba Father, Thank You

Abba Father,

Thank You for air.
Air that fills my lungs naturally
And that air pumped in to complete the need.
Thank You for the care
You demonstrate in this provision.

Thank You for choice.
For being able to choose my action,
To decide what I believe and don’t,
And even what in my heart gets traction,
And what slips on away.

Thank You for encouragement.
For voices of now and past,
Who clean out my wounds and scars
So poisonous infections can’t last
But are washed away by caring.

Thank You for this moment.
Of awareness of my many blessings.
For too often I focus on my needs
On what I perceive as being lacking
Instead of what You’ve already given.

Thank You for Your love.
This never-ending resource of Your being
That sets within me the standard
Through which all of life and man needs viewing.
So I can be Your hands and feet.

Thank You for this time.
When our hearts truly communicate,
When there’s no motivation or mission
Beyond what You would dedicate
Towards You and Your people.

Amen.
       —dfav 7/27/17

—Donna