Category Archives: POEMgranate
The One and The Only
His hand hath made this noble work which stands
His glorious handiwork not made by hands.
Who spake all things from nothing; and with ease
Can speak all things to nothing, if he please.
Whose little finger at his pleasure can
Out mete ten thousand worlds with half a span:
Whose might almighty can by half a looks
Root up the rocks and rock the hills by the roots.
~ Edward Taylor (poet)~
All For You
Thank you, God for everything…
The big things and the small,
For “every good gift comes from God,”
The Giver of them all.And all too often we accept
Without any thanks or praise,
The gifts God sends as blessings
Each day in many ways.And so at this Thanksgiving time,
We offer up a prayer,
To thank You, God, for giving us
A lot more than our share.First, thank You for the little things
That often come our way,
The things we take for granted,
But don’t mention when we pray.The unexpected courtesy,
The thoughtful, kindly deed,
A hand reached out to help us
In the time of sudden need.Oh, make us more aware, dear God,
Of little daily graces
That come to us with “sweet surprise”
From never-dreamed-of places.
Then, thank You for the “miracles”
We are much too blind to see,
And give us new awareness
Of our many gifts from Thee.And help us to remember
That the key to life and living,
Is to make each prayer a prayer of thanks
And every day Thanksgiving.~ Helen Steiner Rice ~
“Not to us, O Lord, not to us,
but to your name goes all the glory
for your unfailing love and faithfulness.”—Psalm 115:1 (NLT)
When I Found Myself Wanting
I’m a long way from home
Brown barked neighbors replaced by grey stone
I’ve got all I need in my purse
I’ve gained freedom from my curse
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I walk the winding dirt road
Towards my pasture where I lay my load
This is my life, I do to it whatever I want
No more cages and thorns, I recant
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Happiness, happiness, happiness, that’s what I need
Not crosses, not nails, not persecution after a good deed
Sex, booze, coke; rock the party on
I’m my king; I’m my lord; I’m my don
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I wake up to the golden sun
I’m no different; I’m still the wild, crazy son
I check my green bag, found bare leather
Quiet filled the houses as I pass hither
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I settle beside filthy swine
Carousing and reveling as they dine
I share with their dirty chow
My crown falls in humbled bow
Because of my wanting and desiring
I have become my undoing
No more cages? Bah! I am my prison
No more thorns? Bah! I am my double-edged weapon
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I walked headlong to my curse
My life only became much worse
Life for a lie, that’s what I gained
Searching for happiness was all but vain
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I come upon a hill far from hidden
It seemed familiar, by nostalgia was I bitten
A lone figure, gloriously waited on a throne
He didn’t budge, didn’t cast the first stone
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He threw away his radiant crown
Stripped all his royalty and regality down
He stumbled, was bruised and bled as he ran to me
Hoisted me up to his shoulders as if I was once again a baby
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Upon his back I see the world anew
And although I still sin, I’ll never meet my fiery due
Compared to his overwhelming grace, my wrongs are but a few
He’ll always be there, ready to run towards me and to you too.
A Letter from the Hotel
I once was a man, well to-do and content.
I had great friends for whom my time was well spent.
I had a power that would send people seething in envy.
But then again, I never realized that to me my life was only lent.
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I reveled in the streets as if no one was there.
I laughed and was merry as if I had no care.
I got what I want, even if others were hurt.
I thought, “This is the life!” until I fell for a snare.
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I fell and fell hard with the Spectre on my back.
It didn’t let me go, never gave me any slack.
I cried out, begging for a second chance.
But still the car crashed into a tree off the road’s track.
White-masked men said I do not have any hope.
I lost too much blood; my body can no longer cope.
Is this all true? Am I really leaving the world?
Before I knew it, darkness entangled me like a rope.
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Flames burst into power as I found myself weeping.
Loneliness and Fear were embracing me; fruits of anguish were they reaping.
How could I have let life fly past me by?
I found out too late that it was Elyon whom I should have been worshipping.
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I am still a man, however, am suffering because of time stupidly spent.
I have no friends here; all are crying in torment.
Only he has power and I am experiencing his wrath.
But then again, you are still living, so don’t waste your life that’s only for rent.
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“This is the testimony in essence: God gave us eternal life; the life is in his Son.
So, whoever has the Son, has life; whoever rejects the Son, rejects life.”
— 1 John 5:11-12 (MSG)
A Sea of Glasses
All peoples are like an assortment of mugs and cups.
Some are big. Some are small. Some are wide as the others are tall.
Some are colorful. Some are plain. Some are unique as they portray terrain.
But whoever they are, whatever the race, whatever the tongue, from whatever place,
We are all empty glasses, waiting to be filled.
feeling lonely?
God is…
Our Friend,
Our companion,
through GOOD times and BAD
our Lord, our Savior,
though HAPPY and SAD,
beside me you stand,
beside me you walk,
you’re there to listen,
you’re there to comfort,
with love, and care,
with pain and tears,
I know you’ll be there,
throughout the years!
A Taste of Perspective…
A taste of perspective makes life beyond compare.
Bitterness complicates simplicity;
sweetness brightens the day named, “Gloomy”;
while tasteless runs through numbness
and numbness turns into dumbness.A matter of choice, a taste of perspective…
make sure to pay a worthwhile fare.
Paradox of Expectations
Expectations, a critical part of our human mislead.
Failure we reap, though success as its seed.
Abuse blooms forward though love it is that has been sown.
Killed as a criminal, vindicated, yet stainless as the barren snow.
“Where is the Justice? The brush that paints life fair?”
But why do you complain, contrast, or compare?
When the beauty of grace has made life most unfair.
to MY future YOU
This letter I write to MY future YOU.
Whoever you would be, and whatever you would do
Whatever you would look like, I would serenely take you part
As color to my dull life, and blood to my sleeping heart,
As long as God gave you, I would not care about who you are.
Though [with] the infinite possibilities, you would be the only shining star.
Running as fast as we can with the same goal set in our individual hearts,
Meeting each other in the middle with the words, “till death do us part”.