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What makes a poem unique is better known as its content, or what lies within. Some poems are light and airy like a fluffy sunny day. Others are as dark and dreary as the rain the storm clouds hold. Words and how we use them are what make the difference. Then too, consider the power your words can hold. On that sunshine day when it's very hot outside, a good breeze would feel nice indeed. Let's say though that same breeze decides to make a trip around in the middle of the fall right when it's getting colder. Sure, it feels nice when it's a moderate temperature outside. Let's say though the air has gotten just a bit colder and now you must wear a jacket to go out. This same breeze will feel very cold indeed. It'll make the difference between what type of clothes you wear and whether you go out at all. Then what about the rain and storm. The sunshine peeking through the clouds doesn't matter much when there's a little rain. We all know that due to higher elevations like the clouds, it takes the rain about nine minutes to finally reach the earth.

It doesn't mean the rain is slow, no. Just that the clouds are very high indeed. Then you have air resistance and a lot of other things. If it fell any faster, one drop of rain could kill a man within a second by feeling like it's cutting with a knife. Think about the power that someone has who is holding an umbrella in the storm, praying they don't get water soaked. Have you ever tried being alone, on your own without any shelter over you? Better yet, someone could open their doors and invite you on inside out of the cold and damp. Let's say they even took the time to dry your clothes and offer you another thing or two to wear. Just think of all the power that your words will hold. They can be ill-timed like that breeze or quite refreshing indeed. So too they have the power to make or break a life. Think of it next time, long and hard, your actions too. Poetry isn't just some cute little thing to be bandied about. Lyrics have come from them, whole songs, that all the world remembers whether it was bad or good. Next time you go to write or speak a thing or two, consider first what you really mean. Then, really, it's a gift. Use the power of the spoken written word and also keep it very well.

Little Lamb

Little lamb, wake up,

Arise, and come to me

For I your shepherd be

Calling you once again

To wake up and come to me.

For I'm alive

You see and always will be.

You're in my arms

Safe from fear, all other harms.

I have won over death and sin

The big bad wolf cannot

Come back again.

Trust me and see

Better things I have in store;

The wasted years I shall restore.

Come to Jesus

Come to Jesus,

Leave your load,

Ye who walk

Life's weary road.

At the feet of him

Who it all he bore

For you he suffered

Bled and died

Empty as the

Cross inside.

Is it true oh

Prince among men

That your burden

Down he laid.

As rest in him,

A debt forever paid,

You seek as rest

You truly find.

Out of ivory

Palace then

No longer sick

Or weak and grim.

As in all Heaven

Wore no longer blind

As all your earthly

Garments smell

Of myrrh and cassia

Combined.

Be it then my hope

And hearts delight,

No longer fear

But guiding light

Oh, abide with me

Tonight though

Darkness hides

My eternal Friend

Who never leaves us

Though the world may end.

Faithful God

I long to be your God.

Faithful is my name

From age to age

I remain the same.

My love for you

Will still remain.

Your life I maintain

Held in the hollow of my hand.

I wish you would understand

That in me you find eternal rest

For my way alone for you is best.

Hear me, see at last

The burning pain my love cost

Expressed upon that bloodstained cross.

When you alone knew not my love,

I wrote your name in Heaven above.

From your inward strivings cease,

I alone give to you true peace.

I'm in control in every situation

Amid one heart's desolation.

Your world of unredeemed

The ashes of a crumbled dream

Traded for my beauty.

I will set the imprisoned free

Then I alone will be your God.

Judgement

Pilate sat on his throne

Eying the prisoner that stared at the stone

Floor, head bowed, awaiting sentence.

They all agreed, crucify.

'Jesus, king of the Jew's his title read

As it hung above the prisoner's head

There on the cross that awful day.

But the accusers wouldn't have the final say.

One day, they before God stood

As before all their title read,

'Shed innocent blood' he said.

They judged by a law they couldn't keep.

So, if Pilate judged and got it wrong,

What makes us think we got it right

And know all with his perfect light

Faithful

Faithful each morn when I wake.

Faithful at death, my soul to take.

He's faithful for his own name's sake.

Almighty God

Changes never

Nothing can me from his love sever.

Each morning his mercies are new.

His love extends beyond deaths shrouds

And his faithfulness unto the clouds.

Regardless of the day ahead

A faithful God reigns forever

He remains the same.

Christ Jesus is his name.

Even when I fail and from him flee

The Father lives inside of thee.

He has not deserted me.

His promises will be performed

Though all my friends should fail

As doubts and fears would me assail

And surrounded by the angry deep,

He promises he yet will keep.

For faithful he remains.

He who trusts him fully

A crown of life obtains.

Promised One

Oh, Jesus I have promised

To serve you to the end

Though I sorely tested am.

Satan tempts my feeble will

You are mightier still

Than he.

At last victorious I can stand,

Strengthened by your mighty hand.

At the cross victory to me was given

Over sin, death, and hell.

All these forces fell

When Jesus rose again.

Though victory was supplied

To me it was not applied.

Like a free gift I refuse to take.

Finally, when I gave him all

My life and full control

Trusting to finally ransomed be

When God sets sins' captives free.

Growth

He asks us to trust

Not because we must

But knowing he keeps a

Greater plan in mind

And as we go, we'll often find

That he loves us so

Only wanting us to know

That there's no pathway too steep

Nor valley so deep

That he can't see us through.

So, stay on the path

For the God who loves his own

Wants us all to grow.

But growth is not

Done on the mountains

Else we'd stumble and fall

But in valleys

Soaked by torrents of rain,

Carefully nurtured,

Pushing ever upwards

Towards Heaven to gain.

Thus makes plants grow

That seed some strength

To those in Death's valley might sow.

Hang in there all my friends

Being careful of sin

For plant growth it will mar and slow.

Satan would love the garden

To be stunted and weak.

But when sunshine

His plants truly seek

The bad growths he will trim.

The Well

Light shone on those stones

That made up the old abandoned well,

A pit so dark and deep,

It's sides unclimbable, steep.

He felt all alone

Without friends and far from home.

Sometimes when days were long and drear

And the howl of wolves brought fear,

For they were strong and high,

God was much more than they were nigh.

One day his heart for joy burned;

God fulfilled his promised Word,

As true to his Word will be

When he sets the captives free.

Shepherd

In Scripture long ago

A shepherd dwelt on earth below

Who watched over all his flock

And would them from danger block.

But sometimes one would from him stray

And often wander far away

In deserts wild and drear

Perplexed by many cares and fears

Without food or refuge

With no shepherd near

Or among mountains bare

Without rest or pleasant fare.

The shepherd would find him,

Bring him back to the fold at last,

Then his staff he would take

And with it lovingly break

The sheep's self-will so it would not

Wander from the Shepherds care.

Then he carried it in his arms

Till the sheep grew to trust him so

Safe from fear and all alarms.

He our bread of life would break

For his own name's sake.

So, Lord, this prayer I make

Lord let these knees to bend before you.

Oh, let me never wander from your side

Conquer all my stubborn pride

That within me still abides

Let me never wander from your sight

For you're my guiding light.

God my Friend

In the darkest night,

Clouds and darkness

Hides your face.

We are alone with no one beside,

No friend near

To give a word of cheer.

No words of comfort here,

Yet you see me even in the dark

In the midst of desolation.

You alone give consolation

That you're with me to the end.

My God, my faithful friend,

My Father, you see me in the dark.

Always this prayer

I ask if you now would be

Lord with me

My guide, my God, my Friend.

Shield

God's been our shield

On life's bitter field.

Satan, our enemy, whose

darts at us are thrown,

But in God's power known

Though the battle may be long and hard

Let us remember our hearts we must guard

Lest the enemy make us despair.

When we see no help in sight,

We cannot overcome but

Jehovah is our might.

By God's strong outstretched arm

That will keep us from all harm

He's won the battle still.

At last, the sun goes down

As it covers earth in a dark gown

Of deepest gloom.

Then Jesus holds up his arms

Over death, the empty tomb.

'My child, the victory's been won!

I've done it all.

Now, just run to me

And I'll your safety be.'

So run to Jesus then

For safety from Satan's final day.

Rest in him, he'll do it all

Then to bear his bride away.

See him, the conqueror standing tall.

Rest in him waiting for his day.

Our enemy he will kill

With his love, our hearts are filled.

Since Satan's defeat assured

Our victory is sure

Because of what our God has done

As our victory he has won.

By faith we it claim

In Jesus conquering name.

His strength will not fail

Though the forces of hell may assail

Us they surely won't prevail.

Praise the Lamb who lives

Again undefeated: he gives

New life freely to all those

That upon his name do fall.

Unchanging he is the same.

Our faith rests alone in him

Come and put him to the test

God cares for you and gave his best.

Tho the victory be ours today

Oh guardsman, watch and pray.

Our foe is not yet vanquished

Which fights against us still

With all his strong and bitter will

Towards that great awesome clay.

When God himself with will say

'Well done my child,

Come home and rest in me awhile.'

We're All Human

Life's a daily struggle.

Only Jesus can make

Sense of life's confusing muddle.

He provides continual grace

And strength for each

Problem that we face.

Surrender is all he asks of me

When life is hard and

You cannot understand.

How God seems strange

And far off from this land.

I wonder how I came to

Be here in this space

But Jesus God's Son

Had died in my place.

Sin brought me here.

To me, it's all too clear.

A life been cursed by God

But he moves instead

To make it all anew

As life in me he is

Working to renew.

We struggle and fall

But to God we must

Give him all our

Failures and dashed hopes

That he will do more

Than help me cope.

He has created a

Beautiful wondrous plan

Carefully planned

Unknown to man.

Drawn up in love

Our best interests at heart

Outlined by sorrow

Failure and loss

But fully defined by

The blood of his cross.

New life he provides

That he makes inside

As all the glory be of him

Not rest on man's changing whim.

At last, we stand before his throne

Bought from sin by him, his own.

Freedom from anger, hurt, and fear

Attitudes, hearts, and lives are changed

Only by he, Jesus, that man from Galilee.

What's possible with him is not to me

Impossibilities are his perfect certainty

What God began he will complete

Till he the only One

And I am in the likeness of his Son.

My whole life's story

Being changed from sinner to glory.

Here All the Time

He was here all the time;

I was too busy to notice

That Jesus was here all the time

Like the Emmaus Road long ago

When Jesus walked here below.

The men saw only a stranger

Out of town and unlearned.

His presence they scorned

Not knowing that it was the Lord.

Yet his Word pierced like a sword

Through their hearts, it cut to the quick.

When they got to their house of brick

This tramp sat down

Passed the bread to those around

Then they could see the scars

Deep in his hands.

Then their sight was restored;

They were in the presence of the Lord.

Yet how many tramps do we pass

As we hurry to work and class.

They vie for our time and attention

But we seldom make mention

Would we see our Lord

Or just a fleeting reward?