that shadows wane and disappear
all the days of our lives
and so itâ€™s here I ponder
and here I am lost in the Spirit
a space to believe in
I had to be
of all You've made worth while
He will make bright your day
and find in life a better way
for all eternity
when there is no more â€˜todayâ€™
a song of hope of the Redeemed
who plots the course of nature
that shadows wane and disappear Â Â
that shadows wane and disappear mountains metamorphosise to molehills given time and prayer that minor lines on the page of a book could make vital changes to the way things look should this surprise if Satan's lies have temporary sway and God, and only God is wise
all the days of our lives all the days of our lives numbered as hairs upon a head hidden in the palm of tomorrow under a blanket of yesterday; the book contains our names contributors to the scheme of life walkers on the way
and, so, itâ€™s here I ponder Â
and, so, itâ€™s here I ponder mid past and present mixed and wonder how much longer before the future's fixed for history holds those lessons that we rarely take or heed and find ourselves repeating headlong at great speed
and here I am lost in the Spirit and here I am lost in the Spirit; the spirit of creation dust in my waking eyes, the spirit of wonder at the opening of light and the flight of night the spirit of joy a breath amongst many breaths the inhallation of being the spirit of marvel; infilling God in a fragile clay pot.
a space to believe in A space to believe in a sanctuary womb a place where touching eternity is breath to breathless souls. A moment aside in a garden of hope shaded by a tree of possibility in an uncertain world.
I had to be I had to be. A foundling thought in the imagination of immensity. A seed at the conquest of void planted in cosmos for this moment. I had to be. It was nothing of my choosing. 5
of all You've made worth while of all You've made worth while of sounds and smells and sights of colours, tones, and subtleties of form all that an eye can focus on or ear can chance to glance or even passing nose can taste all these 'worthwhile things' You've made would surely be just waste without the sacrifice so hideous to behold and yet so full of grace
He will make bright your day He will make bright your day in deepest grey the silver ray of grace will place with gentlest touch a colour in your soul. 6
mere man Mere man can never measure mountains in the palm of broken hand nor count the grains of sand in a compassionate heart. Mere man cannot fathom oceans or span the galaxy of space or touch eternity. Mere man can only strive to appreciate what God has made and understand why mere man is precious to the creator. and find in life a better way And find in life a better way, a fresh gait on narrow path that leads to gold. And see before and not behind, and touch the delicate waft of heaven beyond the smell of ash. And hunger, while the gluttons smirk, for the wine of eternity. 7
for all eternity For all eternity beyond horizon's misty eye, land rise, sky fall, time's nemesis awaits. The promise of new Eden's span a tumult of Spirit song and sibling choristers in new voice. In the changing of a mind You come repairer of souls, refiner of gold, quiet voice upon the storm. when there is no more 'today' when there is no more â€˜todayâ€™, when tomorrow no longer threatens or cajoles when yesterday is an eternity away and blessings come in winds and waves and shoals its then and only then that fear becomes a fiction of the past then and only then that love comes home at last 8
a song of hope of the Redeemed A song of hope of the Redeemed the first crocus of Spring fighting off the shackles of frost. A melody of the divine incense of love in clear skies the promise of life to naked trees. These are days of sprinkled redemption these quiet days before the gusted shouts and blustered demands of Easter. These are days of clarity as events conspire to darken the skies and close the eyes of a God losing a child and mankind regaining God. The tree of life will drip with fleshy leaf and fruited red of spilling. 9
who plots the course of nature Who plots the course of nature, the pulse and throb of life the deep breaths of engagement ? Who sets the sun, times the moon courses the waves or steers the wanton clouds ? Who touches the dry with fertility or breaches the walls of my imprisoned creativity. The smile of the day lures the night from its slumber, the tears of the sky make fish leap for joy, and You are there in every tune of creation.
brief These pieces first appeared as ‘response’ poems at ChristianWriters.com The first line used in each poem was a line in a previous poem by another author.
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