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Beautiful, @elanor!
So I don’t write poetry- I think I’ve written maybe one poem for fun, and only a handful of other ones in high school that really weren’t that great lol. But I can enjoy reading it, so I was just on here looking at some of the recent posts.
@janellebelovedpig I know this wasn’t even a poem you posted, but I was so encouraged just reading about what God’s been doing in your life! I love hearing other people share what God is teaching them and how He’s leading them. It stirs my heart and encourages me that what He does for others, He can do for me, but He’s also such a personal God that He loves to reach each of us in ways that may not mean the same thing to someone else.So anyway… thanks for sharing! Maybe I’ll have to go create a topic where people can share God stories.
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
@trailblazer Yes!! On Sunday my pastor was talking about Peter being of little faith and said one way how we grow to greater faith is hearing of God’s work in others’ lives. God faithfulness bolsters our faith. “God did that for you? Well, I figure He will work through this thing He’s calling me to.”
And if you make that topic, please tag me over there! I’d love to hear about God working in folks. 🤗
I love your poems! They’re so deep and…I wanna say melodious, even though that’s for music. I think I really needed to hear the one about how Some people have real problems. Not feeling too grateful lately–I think God’s been trying to tell me that, but I haven’t been listening. You’ve made a difference–not too huge a difference, but a difference for good nonetheless–with your poetry. 🙂
"Io non ho bisogno di denaro.
Ho bisogno di sentimenti."This Generation
This isn’t a particularly encouraging poem. But it’s one of my most recent one. I wrote it after a particularly trying night at youth group. The youth group at my church consists of 90% community kids which is awesome but when there’s almost 50 of them and they have zero church background and most have broken/dysfunctional families it can make it… interesting.
How can this creature be tamed?
When left on its own it’s a terror
But if it’s restrained too tightly it will be suffocated.
Everywhere else they have no bounds
Are allowed to explore whatever they please
Then find themselves on treacherous grounds
They want no part in an activity
Unless it involves a screen
Or serves their cries of, “Me Me Me!”
How can they be taught to love,
The joy of serving someone else,
Or find contentment that’s from above?
How to teach them respect
Of property and other creatures
Or to work with diligence?
To keep the strong from arrogance,
The weak from stumbling
And still others from self abhorrence.
Each of their lives differs uniquely
Often with a broken past.
So many young lives tainted by tragedy
How can we heal what’s been broken?
Show them there’s hope in the future?
Or give back all the innocence that’s stolen?
My heart breaks for each I encounter
Most are spiritually blind, maimed, or deaf
Resisting any help we offer
They’d rather lash out in injured pride
Then to take heed to our words
And let Christ mend what’s broken inside
The situation right now feels hopeless
But knowing it could change their eternal path
We stay to minister to these wild souls.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
Even if that is the only fruit the Lord ever brings from my poems, all my rhymes are worthwhile for the rest of my life. 🥰 You’re the reason I write and your comment made my day!🥲
Beloved by God
O the lonely hill
The slow hard trudge up
To the top of Calvary
Where Jesus bled,
His heart stopped,
Where my Lord died for me.He took on my death–
The punishment for my sin.
He gave me His life.
To earn it I couldn’t begin.
O the great grace of God.
O the wondrous lovingkindness.
I don’t deserve all of this.
Yet I am beloved by God.O the weary day,
Alone body stiff in sheets
Lying in the grave.
The cold stone,
The hard place,
All so the world’d be saved.O the lonely grave…
EMPTY BY ITSELF!
The opening letting the sun pour in
Revealing the truth
That God has raised
His Son
Up to life again!!He won over death!
The punishment for my sin.
He gave me His life!
To earn it I couldn’t begin.
O the great grace of God.
O the wondrous lovingkindness!
I don’t deserve all of this.
Yet I am redeemed by God!
O~
I am redeemed by God!
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I am beloved by God.The Eternal Wedding Feast
The Creator of our great world
Who made Paradise in 7,
Takes 9 months to knit His image
And takes centuries on heaven.
He’s prepared a place before us
While we remain with all our foes.
He’s coming back to reign victoriously
Coming back to take us home.
Can you imagine all the grandeur?
It’s far beyond our human scope–
All that’s prepared for those that love Him
Who’ve made Him their saving hope.
We will kneel inside the presence
Of the Lamb that’s overcome;
Solely by His blood we’ve come there
To the splendor of the One.
A party without us parting.
An eternal wedding feast.
Lions play with lambs like dogs;
No fear ‘tween man and beast.
Angelic creatures unimaginable
Fill holy wonder in that place.
The wee sun is uselessly dark
In the Lord’s brilliant grace!
Selah.
Now we live on in this lowland,
Knowing tears and death and pain.
Our joys remind us often
That we groan for restored things.
We long for heavens’ clothing,
Hating our sin and mortal way.
Yet the Lord who perfects our missions
Decrees how long we stay;
‘Cause if the King tarry ere His conquest
It’s since His patience longs to save
Those still drinking from broken cisterns
In sure wrath and fear of grave.
He has sent us to the highways
With a great commission call;
Let us go give the invitation
Until breaks the final dawn.
@janellebelovedpig I LOVE your poetry. I have a hard time writing about my faith (or anything longer than 5-ish lines) so I am impressed hehe. I especially like the last one you sent (Eternl Wedding Feast). The ryhmes are very clever and pleasing and I adore the last line 💙
Monsters creep
In the silent dark-deep
In the filling-eye hills
In the shriveled hand-keepAwh, thanks @ava-blue! The Lord is my inspiration. He gives so much and then still gives that I can praise Him!
I wrote the following poem for selling to a publisher and had to give over the copyright and agree to not post it on anything of mine. Since they declined my submission, y’all get to enjoy the poem now for free! It’s based off of a fall Bible Study in Romans, John 3:16, and Philippians 2 that I memorized in middle school.
Paid In Full
Our sins have earned the wage of death—
A debt ‘tween us and God.
No deed of ours, our debt can pay
Owed to our God we’ve fought.
Praise be! God did not stay,
But laid His honor by.
Christ came emptied as a man,
And humble, Christ did die.
The Creator killed by creatures’ hand.
The sun grew dark and grim.
But true to keep His third day word,
Christ came alive again.
For God so loved this world so much
To save our lives, He died.
Faith alone receives His gift.
He rose to give us life.
hi 🫶🏻❤️
my name is Kylie
you may have met me before
or maybe you haven’ti just wanted to explain what i see:
who i can see in the in between
who i have been when the effort is lost✌🏻❤️
my love is like marbles of glass
something that you can hold in your hands
my energy is tangible
a thousand rainbows reflect when i passi’m the type of friend who always smiles
and that smile is radiant – like sun-kissed flowers
i thought it was dull, “not enough” “i’ve gone through too many trials”
turns out that voice in my head was wrong – my smile is worthwhileits one thing to love yourself healed
something entirely different to love yourself scarredi find solace in the little joys
Jesus plays my heart stringspain is painstakingly annoying at times
suffocating my soul to the point of drowning
yet…
its in this pain i’ve found a sharpening like none otheri’m stubborn and scared
sometimes i doubt if God is really therei have never been a writer
but the writing still pours out
somehow these words find the way
out of my shut mouththe way calloused hands hold heartbeats
eyes laid to rest
every irrational fear that held me back from my very bestwho i am is not who i was
that much is true
and i fear often times
that self love is over-dueJesus made me special
like that one children’s church song
“he loves the little children”
the lyrics aren’t wrongi place my hand on the mirror
can you see me now?i’m bright, bold with energy
incredibly smart
and as i look in the mirror
i wish to impartjust one simple thing
that’s all i ask
that you would love who you are
because your life is precious – like those marbles of glassif we cannot love ourselves
is it that we do not love ourselves
or what if our cup that once was overflowing
has been broken, destroyed in some way shape or form?the only true repair
to mend all those broken shards
is through Jesus
our savior
who created that piece of artbecause the worth is still there
wether you see it or not
because you are winning battles
no-one else knew you ever foughtsincerely
my heart, my thoughts, my prayersfollow the one with fire in His eyes
Kylie, I LOVE it!! 🤗
@janellebelovedpig Thank you 🫶🏻❤️ Definitely spoken from my heart.
follow the one with fire in His eyes
you said you liked my smile
so i ask you now
can you see the pain between the gaps of my teeth?can you see all the moments i struggled or strived?
do you see Jesus in me?bc i think we get a little too caught up
in the outward appearance of beautyadornments and braided hair
don’t get me wrong
these things are gorgeous in their own waysbut i hope you see more then that in me
instead i pray you see the unfading vision
of a gentle soul and quiet spiritsomething that only God could nurture
this kind of smile that reflects enduring faithbc i don’t want to lust in material things
i want to be a testament to grace
to victory in Jesusyou said you liked my smile
so i really must repeat myself againin every glint and every hue
Jesus is the only One who i pray shines throughsincerely
my heart, my thoughts, my prayersfollow the one with fire in His eyes
That’s beautiful @livingwoodchronicles
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
My Foolish Heart
I come to You and weep
Holding every shattered fragment
Of the heart I was to keep
But foolishly let someone take it.
They seemed to care
And told me they’d stay
But when I needed them there
They swiftly ran away.
Is loving someone worth it?
Will it ever end without pain?
Will I someday see the summit?
Is it worth the constant strain?
They say eventually
Eventually, you’ll find them
How do I know what to see?
How do I know it’s not just a whim?
None can see the heart
Except it’s very Maker
Please to me impart
Wisdom to see better.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
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