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CHRISTIAN POEMS
Imagine – (Inspired by Mercy Me “I Can Only Imagine”)
Empty picture frame, faceless,
Mysterious, luminous, searching—
Searching, needing, hoping, dreaming—
To see the face that will save me,
Love me, hold me, take me.
I put the picture to the frame and imagine.
His face with tears of blood and joy,
Eyes like the sun and moon,
Reflection of every pain, every burn,
Memories that will never fade—
Made, stayed, frayed—
To remind me of my humanity.
I imagine.
Upon that wooden tree, I imagine.
I see his wounds, his scars,
I see his heart, his word—
I see his need, his hope,
And I see his strength inward.
I imagine myself taking up that tree for him
And can’t begin to describe
The timelessness of my picture
Of him and his glory, his pride,
His passion, his mansion, His dream,
His eternity, His everything consuming.
Imagine.
There he is. In my mind and heart.
My picture of him will never set me apart.
The frame holds him still—
Everything I see clear,
And so I continue—to imagine,
Imagine him near.
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God's Voice
Symphonies and sonatas sing to the world;
Beautiful ballads bring harmony to me.
Ragtimes and reggaes also dance with joy.
The redolence of rapture makes it easy to see.
I look at lulling lullabies and close my eyes,
But still I witness the gentle melody,
And it all sends me away, those notes--
Touching my senses and setting me free.
Some say this sorcery of sound lies here,
While others stab at the earth and disagree.
They say no simple rule of physics can explain
The truth behind this musical entity.
Instead, they acknowledge this gift to something else:
Maybe a power, a person or even just a mystery.
Well, look to Heaven and hear His Voice--
For that's where music came to be.
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The Seraph's Sonnet
An angel of the Lord casts forth his wings.
His heart of fire and passion bears the life
Of love for earthly souls that he then brings
Against the devil's schemes of evil strife.
Two souls of solemn peace begin to merge
With godly ardor stirring truest love--
The luscious lovers writhe and senses surge,
Created by the Father up above.
They undulate up to the highest peak!
They cry desires that sing their minds to sleep.
So now the wonder lives inside so weak--
She sheds her joyful tears at what they reap.
It is a gift from God--thank be to Him!
The seraph smiles so deep to God's good whim.
My Favorite Ice Creams
My Favorite Ice Creams
My Favorite Ice Creams
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