Tag Archive | poetry Christian poetry

Christmas from the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #44, 12/18/15

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Abba Father,
Sitting beneath the blankets,
On the deck last night,
From across the harbor,
Far enough that sounds don’t carry,
I watch as the boat parade passes by.
Ships all lit up like constellations,
Go silently passing along,
When suddenly angel after angel appear,
Then shepherds and sheep look in awe.
Mary picks up the child and offers,
To let the shepherd hold Him.
He’s a tired, older man, stooped over,
Who holds Jesus and weeps,
Lifting Him with reverence to the sky.
And as the ships pass into the dark,
I’ve witnessed in modern technology,
Your history over 2000 years ago,
It brings me alive as I see that night,
We can reach 1000’s more with,
The same old story,
Even if the delivery is new.
                         dfav 12/18/15
—Donna

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Paid in Full (or Payment Due II)

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Counted lost,
Hopeless lost,
Offended everyone,
Alienated all,
Hurting people,
Destroying things,
Relationships,
Marriage shredded,
Kids traumatized.
Darkness wins,
Pay now for sins.

This evilness,
This darkness,
Has crushed you.
To point of death,
Leaves aware.
To late pay now!
You isolated self,
No help to come,
Dark laughs.
You call one name,
Name of Names.

You feel it,
Welcome it,
Slight lightening.
You confess,
Calvary seen,
Dying Christ,
You weep,
Secrets flee,
Empty tomb,
Christ won,
Light is Son.

Darkness fled,
Spirit lead,
You called to God.
His love,
His sacrifice,
Melts dark away,
Frees your soul,
Redeems your eternity,
Your sin debt,
“Paid in full! ”
“Paid in full! ”
         dfav 9/10/15
—Donna

The One Thing That Counts

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It’s not the words I write
Or the books I read
It’s not the things I say,
On any given day.

My testimony comes not in song,
But the way I act with my adversaries.
How do I treat those who hate me?
Do I respond with kindness as Christ said it should be?

The true measure of who I am,
Is found in my actions in face of dissatisfaction.
It’s easy to be nice, tender and sweet,
When the world’s your oyster, your favorite treat.

Harder is the road to respond with thanksgiving,
When you’ve lost it all and you’re left grieving.
How I respond to unexpected tragedies stakes,
That tells you if I’m the real thing or fake.

Make fun of my size; it’s really alright ,
Doubt my pain, the crease in my brow.
Question my motives even my faith,
But in the end is my name down as saved?

I’ll always have Jesus center of my heart,
Nothing or no one can rip us asunder,
I’m in the palm of His hand since the day I knew,
That He was God the Father, God the Son & Holy Spirit that blew.

Doubt my decisions and peel open my doubts,
But answer this question before you announce,
As I’ve stumbled through this life messing up as I go,
Did I point you to Jesus or point you to you?

When I kneel before Jesus waiting to be judged,
May my life have stood strong, the message loud.
My heart and my life agreement in one,
I’ve based my life on God the Father, the Spirit and Son.
                d.f.a.v.  4/19/15
—Donna