Someday when the earth has gone through its metamorphasis,
When all polution has been swept into the dust bin, and no longer exists,
That will be the time when bodies will be healed,
That will be the time when all thoughts will yield
To the serenity and safety of Your open arms.
This body, so fragile and delicate as it travels through this journey of
time upon this earth,
Wounded by chemicals and microscopic creatures that inhabit the air
from the time of our birth,
Will one day be resilient to all the arrows that pierce it.
A body not made from the clay of this planet
But fashioned from the looms of the angels on high.
A body imperious to angry words spoken,
A soul that's encompassed by Your love and compassion.
Come soon, oh body of heavenly composition,
Rescue me from the one that I now inhabit.
For wonderful will it be to have no fears or complications,
Nor any cells that forget what their functions were to be.
Glorified bodies, nearly invisible to the touch,
That will house the true me
Without any of the earthly baggage
That weighed me down so much.
A body that can soar with the birds of the air,
A body that has not a worry or ever a care.
Like a sweet kiss from You, my dear Father God from above,
A special delivery and gift from Your throne room of love.
(written while in the supermarket at Christmas time)
The sights, the smells, and the sounds of the world's preparation for its gift giving celebration:
Cinnamon and ginger encased in brown sugar cookies, send their sales pitch throughout the air, delivering a delicious aroma, to entice bustling shoppers. The sounds of seasonal tunes play out their melodies as melancholy vocalists dream of a “White Christmas” and tell of a long ago time of “chestnuts roasting on an open fire”. The noise of the scanners busily retrace the bar codes on each and every item as they are purchased by paying patrons.
There are paper gift wrappings sparkling in reds, greens, and whites, and fancy bows entwined around packages of every shape and size. Bright lights, and fancy decorations are elaborate and showy, boldly striving to be notice. It's as if they're in an imaginary contest to win the prize of the most beautiful, most original, most color laden, most dazzling to the eye, and the most eloquent to precipitate an awe inspiring sigh.
Always remember the most precious gift of all:
The Father of Lights, our Creator,
The essence He portrays,
Is not of glitter and glamor,
And high flouting ways.
For it was His only Son
That He brought to this earthen place,
To a bed made of straw,
In a stall with not much space.
There were no fancy wrappings
Or silken garments to wear
That came with this precious gift
That God placed in mankind's care.
God's Son, called Jesus,
In the body of a tiny child
Held the gift of eternal life,
A most glorious gift
That all people did desire.
The life of Jesus was lived out
As a testament to the power of God's love.
And God, the Father anointed Him
As the sacrificial lamb
Sent from the heavens above
He atoned for all of the sins
Of the sons and daughters of man,
Such a beautiful gift,
That our Father God blessed us with,
To complete His eternal plan.
How many people take notice during this time,
Of God's gracious and abiding love,
And the gift of His Son, Jesus, to all of mankind?
During this time remember to send our God and His Son, Jesus, gifts of your thankfulness and love, for all the blessings that the angels have delivered to your doorstep. For without Christ, there would be no Christmas!
Have a Merry Christmas, and a God centered New Year!
A POEM TO GOD FOR THANKSGIVING
AND CHRISTMAS TIME
Dear Father God,
Thank you Father for the salvation that You bring,
And this journey we're traveling, with Your praises that we sing.
Thank you for Your guidance on getting through the trials,
When forces come against us as we travel these many miles.
As You lead us from this world, to know Your spiritual dimension,
And Your potter's hands reshaping increases emotional tensions,
We thank You for reminding us that You are always there,
Though Your form cannot be seen in the midst of this earthly air.
Thank you for the trust and belief in who You are,
And for placing within us talents, You've drawn up from afar.
Thank you, Father, for encouraging us to follow as You lead,
When the gardens of our lives start growing briars, thorns, and weeds.
Thank you Father for extending to us the security of Your hand,
When the ground that we've been walking on gives way like shifting sand.
Thank you for the Bible that You've sent to direct our lives,
And for teaching us Your truth, exposing the worldly lies.
Often when I'm troubled , I sense You by my side,
Encouraging and reminding me, I'm preparing to be Your Son's bride.
Knowing all the while that You're concerned and always there,
Allows the worries to slide off of me and the fears to become almost rare.
There cannot be another as truly blessed as I,
Not any on this earth, nor underneath the clear blue sky.
Though at times I do feel frustrated, at times I do feel blue,
But I know You're leading me through these times, for that's one of the
things You do.
For You are my protector, my defender and valiant knight,
And I long to be in Your loving arms, surrounded by Your beautiful light.
(Response from the Lord):
So dear child relax, and put your faith and trust
For your soul is always in My thoughts, as long as the truth you see.