Take me down this river wild, my fainting heart to lead,
Diving into treacherous turns, all at a breakneck speed.
Then find in me, a trusting soul, the rapids bravely meet,
Life with all its twists and feigns, to faith and courage cede.
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Revive these tired bones, so beaten down and worn,
The flesh of man did carry, many his sins thus borne.
Strength and youth restoring, healed, those tendons torn,
Then Christ Himself enrobing! The son of man reborn.
“Son of man, can these bones come back to life?”
~ Ezekiel 37:3
Distant music calling, strange but familiar song,
Chords sweet gently playing, as dew caress the morn.
With night in silence fleeing, darkness e’er forlorn,
The cold and lifeless rising, by rays of sunshine born.
Delicately stitching, the pattern soon unfolds,
A tapestry He weaves, life’s adventures told.
Threads coaxing into place, the disconnected hold,
Soul in comfort keeping, warmth amidst the cold.
Trudging high mountains to the valleys, dark below,
Where breath grows thin and courage flees to cold,
Draw warmly then to our sweet Lord, beware to lose Him not,
Grasp that hand with sure faith!
He will loosen life’s Gordian knots.
+ A Special Note of Thanks to Susan Irene Fox for including this poem in her post “Fruit of the Spirit: Faithfulness” published today, March 28, 2014 on Susan Irene Fox (http://www.susanirenefox.com) and Mind’s Seat (http://www.marmarthunder.wordpress.com).
O Lord, why vex us with imperfect day?
When stars align, one surely must stray.
But yet if all things did go our way,
What need for love,
From days of spring, to the wintery cold,
Beating faint, a heart of purest gold.
Eyes old, dimming, just one desire warming,
To lay by his master, watch the sun slowly sleeping.
Like A Child
Like a Child
Have you found again that treasure,
All forsaking, to possess?
Feel quiet embers fan back to life,
Become like a child again.
“The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure buried in a field, which a person finds and hides again, and out of joy goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.”
~ Matthew 13:44
The days of comfort far behind,
Banished to harsh, stony clime.
When Hope, its cup runneth dry,
Life yet thrives amidst the grind.
Rough the terrain, hard the ground,
The wild thrashing all around.
Is this harsh land, to be new home?
The scent of distant flowers…