Scripture inspired poem.

[walkin2e]

Latter Years

God has blessed many people in their latter years
Turned sorrow into joy and washed away the tears
Job was one whose gloomy days were made new
God blessed his latter years with a refreshing dew

Abraham and Sarah's childbearing years were past
God performed a miracle and sent them a son at last
Moses was eighty when the Lord appeared to him
And said my people are leaving Egypt you will lead them

Has your past been one filled with failures and regret
If you are still living God is not through with you yet
May your latter days be filled with goodness and peace
Until the Lord calls you home where all trials will cease

2006, Irvin L. Rozier aka walkin2e

Based on Job 42 v 12, and James 5 v 11

 

[inHisgripkim]

I couldn't find this thread for the longest time. I just found it again. Anyone got a poem to share?

Gotta do the poetry.

lol
kim

 

[PaladinWithGun2]

I couldn't find this thread for the longest time. I just found it again. Anyone got a poem to share?

Gotta do the poetry.

lol
kim

Glad to see you back, sis.

 

[walkin2e]

Sweepstakes and Prizes
by Irvin Rozier

Philippians 3 verse 14 "I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus".

We all would like to win a prize I suppose
I was blessed to be one of those
Whose number was declared a winner
When I won a free birthday dinner

I have never won a gigantic sweepstakes
But I once won of them good old church cakes
Cars, trucks, and televisions I have not won
Them prizes go to someone named Sue or Don

I once won $27 at a high school basketball game
I felt so proud when they called out my name
I am a winner of a prize I thought to myself
As I bought some Keebler cookies, the one with an elf

My entries to Publisher's Clearing House have been in vain
For 30 years nary a penny, nickel or a dollar did I gain
Over the years Reader's Digest sent me hundreds of offers
I could enter their sweepstakes, order and fill their coffers

I have sent in entries to win a Super Bowl trip
I found one entry on a can of jalepeno cheese dip
I knew that I could kick a 30 yard field goal with ease
And win that million dollars pretty as you please

My entries went to that vast supply with no chance
Well they missed out on that little jig I planned to dance
I almost gave up but decided to enter one more time
I spent 39 cents on a stamp, they used to be a dime

I may never win a grand prize, or fortune or fame
But I won the greatest prize of all when I called on His name
Jesus has said that there are riches waiting for me
More than my ears can hear of or that my eyes can see

So I will continue to run this spiritual race
I may be slow but I know that He sets the pace
And when the race is run and my final breath is drawn
I will receive the grandest prize that has ever been known

walkin2e

 

[inHisgripkim]

Awesome my friend. That brought a tear to my eye and it was so well put. You are gifted. Keep on composing His light. You are one of His chosen.
Thank you so much for the poem. I have missed them so. "sniffle."

Godly love to you my dear, dear Walkin2e
Kim​

 

[inHisgripkim]

Glad to see you back, sis.

Thank you brother. Been busy staying afloat with all the choppy water and waves, but the water is calm right now, so I am seeking. Amen

 

[PaladinWithGun2]

Journey Home

I left as a prince for the far horizons,
Excitement and adventure to claim;
I refused Father's wisdom to call on,
My rebellion brought me no shame.

The road to the horizons was littered
With the lives of those young and old,
Who'd boldly fled from what mattered
To take for themselves unseen gold.

But the horizons held no treasures,
Just oppression that devoured my dreams,
And soon the fantasy of new pleasures
Came undone at every seam.

Destitute and broken, I made my bed
On the far lands' unforgiving ground;
As fears of death overwhelmed my head
In my heart a wonder I found.

The voice of my Father called to me,
As it had the day I left to roam:
"It's never too late-open your eyes and see,
My arms are waiting - come home!"

Inspired by the Prodigal


Shawn

 

[inHisgripkim]

​

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures, great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens.
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings;

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And order'd their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden-
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water
We gather every day;-

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty
Who has made all things well!

Author: Cecil Frances Alexander​

 

[xxkingskidlmxx]

red this morning in the news
the English army had just one the war

 

[kindlychung]

Quietness

"Be still and know that I am God,"
That I who made and gave thee life
Will lead thy faltering steps aright;
That I who see each sparrow's fall
Will hear and heed thy earnest call.
I am God.

"Be still and know that I am God,"
When aching burdens crush thy heart,
Then know I form thee for thy part
And purpose in the plan I hold.
Trust in God.

"Be still and know that I am God,"
Who made the atom's tiny span
And set it moving to My plan,
That I who guide the stars above
Will guide and keep thee in My love.
Be thou still.

~Doran~​

I love this.

 

[PaladinWithGun2]

No man is an island, entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were;
any man’s death diminishes me,
for I am involved in mankind;
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.

John Donne, Devotions,XVII

 

[JPPT1974]

Good way of putting it Paladin!

 

[inHisgripkim]

But let patience have its perfect work,
that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing
(James 1:4)

God, teach me to be patient;
Teach me to go slow--
Teach me how to "wait on You"
When my way I do not now. .

Teach me howto quiet
My racing, rising heart
So I may hear the answer
You are trying to impart. . .
Teach me to let go, dear God,
And pray undisturbed until
My heart is filled with inner peace,
And I learn to know Your will

~Helen Steiner Rice~​

 

[Criada]

I know you did not want to die
You struggled with your Father's plan
Begged him to take the cup away-
To find some other way to save.
And yet you died - you died for me
You died to take away my sin.
You bore the pain and shame for me -
You gave your life that I might live.
And worse - you faced your Father's wrath-
You lost the one in whom you lived.
The first time in eternity
You felt the pain of loneliness.
"Why have you forsaken me?"
A cry that echoes through the years
As Father turned his face away -
You had become all that he hates!
You became sin - the sin of all
You took upon your wounded head.
You hung alone - cut off from God
You bore that willingly - for me!
How can I speak the things I feel?
How can I thank you for that gift?
My Lord, my God, my Saviour, King,
I lay my life before your throne!


My precious Jesus - how can I ever express my love??

 

[PaladinWithGun2]

^^^Yeah, what she said!

 

[inHisgripkim]

Christ and obedience to Him
comprise the only sure
foundation of a great life.

**********************************

Not what, but whom!
For Christ is more than all the creeds,
And His full life of gentle deeds
Shall all the creeds outlive.
Not what I do believe but whom!
Who walks beside me in the gloom?
Who shares the burden wearisome?
Who all the dim way doth illume,
And bids me look beyond the tomb
The larger life to live?
Not what I do believe
But whom!
Not what but whom!

~Loyd John Ogilvie~​

 

[Citizen of the Kingdom]

 

[Citizen of the Kingdom]

PSALM 67 (Deus Misereatur)
May God be gracious to | us and | bless us
and make his | face | shine up|on us,
that your ways may be ' known on ' earth,
your sal'vation a'mong all ' nations.
May the peoples ' praise you O ' God;
may ' all the ' peoples ' praise you.
May the nations be glad and ' sing for ' joy,
for you rule the peoples justly *
and guide the ' nations ' of the ' earth.
May the peoples ' praise - you O ' God;
may ' all the ' peoples ' praise you.
Then the land will ' yield its ' harvest,
and ' God, our ' God, will ' bless us.
God ' will ' bless us,
and all the ' ends - of the ' earth will ' fear him

 

[inHisgripkim]

Veni Creator
Come, O Creator Spirit blest,
And in our souls take up Thy rest;
Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry,
O highest gift of God most high!
O font of life! O fire of love!
And sweet anointing from above.
Thou in Thy sevenfold gifts art known,
The finger of God's hand we own;
The promise of the Father, Thou!
Who dost the tongue with power endow.
Kindle our senses from above,
And make our hearts o'erflow with love;
With patience firm and virtue high
The weakness of our flesh supply.
Far from us drive the foe we dread,
And grant us Thy true peace instead;
So shall we not, with Thee for guide,
Turn from the path of life aside.
O may Thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And Thee through endless times confessed
Of both the eternal Spirit blest.
All glory while the ages run
Be to the Father and the Son
Who rose from death; the same to Thee,
O Holy Ghost, eternally. Amen

~Unknown~​

 

[JPPT1974]

Veni Creator
Come, O Creator Spirit blest,
And in our souls take up Thy rest;
Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry,
O highest gift of God most high!
O font of life! O fire of love!
And sweet anointing from above.
Thou in Thy sevenfold gifts art known,
The finger of God's hand we own;
The promise of the Father, Thou!
Who dost the tongue with power endow.
Kindle our senses from above,
And make our hearts o'erflow with love;
With patience firm and virtue high
The weakness of our flesh supply.
Far from us drive the foe we dread,
And grant us Thy true peace instead;
So shall we not, with Thee for guide,
Turn from the path of life aside.
O may Thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And Thee through endless times confessed
Of both the eternal Spirit blest.
All glory while the ages run
Be to the Father and the Son
Who rose from death; the same to Thee,
O Holy Ghost, eternally. Amen

~Unknown~​