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| Poems | | An Interrupted Walk
Was walking with my Lord one day, so sweet the walk if I might say.
My eyes caught two that struggled some, and I asked for them that help would come.
A word He gave I knew was good, so I shared and hoped they understood.
Perhaps the word would help them see how sweet their walk could also be.
So far it seems they struggle still; not sure its helped or if it will.
And now I find Im in between, and wonder much what does it mean.
Was I right the word with them to share? Was I right to act do more than care?
Was the word You gave for me alone; to strengthen me as we walked along?
Right or wrong I cannot say; all thats sure is I should pray.
Help them Lord as theyre Your own, to hear the truth that has been sewn.
Satans role with lies to steal, the truth our life which kills the deal.
He prompts a thought and begins to talk; his sights are set An Interrupted Walk.
MJ _________________ Mike Jones
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| 2009/2/11 7:14 | Profile | sojourner7 Member
Joined: 2007/6/27 Posts: 1573 Omaha, NE
| Re: Poems | | In God's plan and purpose; there are no interuptions, just opportunities to speak His truth in love and share the gospel of His grace. _________________ Martin G. Smith
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| 2009/2/11 14:45 | Profile | BrokenOne Member
Joined: 2007/6/7 Posts: 429 Baton Rouge, Louisiana
| Re: Poems | | A Cry for His Presence
Reaching heavenward With sighs and tears Longing for a glimpse of Your glory
I have read the stories And I have desired To live it
An outpouring of Your presence Though it leave me in the dust Face down and trembling Over the sinfulness of such a frail creature as myself Before a holy, holy, holy God
Turn Your face toward me, oh God And look upon Your daughter See the yearning in my heart To know You
Oh that You would rend the heavens And pour out Your glory My heart aches, it breaks with longing As I eagerly await the day
Whether in life or death The day I will see Your glory When I will know Even as I am known
How long, Oh Lord? How long?
_________________ Danielle
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| 2009/2/12 18:50 | Profile |
| Re: | | The Masters Call
You made the sun and the moon And all this with Love You put the stars in the heavens And the clouds high above
I see the mountains so high They stand in your name I see the birds in the sky I hear them sing of your fame
Man praises man for painting these things Yet it is because of God that the bird sings Open your eyes and watch the dolphin dance upon the waves Open your heart and know that our creator Jesus saves
Watch a baby crawl Hear a man laugh and sing See a mothers tears of anguish And know that life is not a simple thing To laugh, to cry, to feel, to see I am truly amazed just to be
To hear, to touch, to breathe, to sigh A walking miracle from the one on high. As you live your lives no matter where Dancing or crying, always be aware Its better to have lived than not at all For this is your chance to hear the Masters call.
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| 2009/2/12 19:53 | | MJones Member
Joined: 2008/10/31 Posts: 320 Missouri
| Re: Poems | | What Greater Love
What greater love was ever shown than the love was shown for me; while yet in sin and dead to Him He chose to set me free.
He saw in me my helpless state had compassion for my need; His love would take Him to the cross and on it He would bleed.
He gave His life that I might live He set His own aside; for all the love He had for me, He suffered, bled and died.
He saw the good through all the bad; His love has pulled it through. He could have justly walked away and said, Im done with you.
What greater love so undeserved, yet freely He did give; help me Lord as You have done that I might also live.
Help me choose to see the good as You have done with me, and then to love and not let go until that good I see.
MJ
Ephesians 3:17b-19 And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
_________________ Mike Jones
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| 2009/2/14 7:39 | Profile | MJones Member
Joined: 2008/10/31 Posts: 320 Missouri
| Re: | | A freind of mine just sent me this poem by Corie ten Boom. Thought I'd share it.
My life is but a weaving between my God and me, I do not choose the colours, He works so steadily. Oft'times He weaves in sorrow, and I in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly, Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
Corrie ten Boom
_________________ Mike Jones
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| 2009/2/17 20:36 | Profile | SimpleOne Member
Joined: 2009/2/7 Posts: 51
| Re: Poems | | O Lord,
I give you my heart, I give you my soul, Wherever I travel, Wherever I go.
In darkness or light, In pleasure of pain, That Thou would be with me, For no other gain.
Thy sweetness surrounds me, Thy touch is delight, Never to falter, Forever upright.
I praise Thee with anthems, Of sweet saving grace, My heart is uplifted, While others debase.
O come my Lord Jesus, Thy people to free, Please mold me and make me, An image of Thee.
I bless Thee my Saviour, My hearts pure delight, O wrap me for ever, In Thy beauteous light.
The heavens surround me, With narry a care, For Thou art our keeper, Our burdens to bear.
My precious Lord Jesus, Light of my life, Unbounded treasure, God's own Pure Light.
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| 2009/2/17 21:31 | Profile | MJones Member
Joined: 2008/10/31 Posts: 320 Missouri
| Re: Poems | | The Well
I once threw stones at the well of life; I was blind and could not see. And then the well made sense one day; I wondered, could it be?
So I dropped the stones and drew in close; tossed coins and wished to find, this life it spoke and offered to all, I wished to make it mine.
But a fight broke out and a battle raged to keep me from this well; it appeared my choice had raised the brow of all the force of hell.
Stand at the wall and toss your coins, but thats as far as you will get. Well wrap you up a million ways, no further will we let.
Years have passed and I must confess that what they said, they did; they let me stand by the well of life but its life they somehow hid.
But now I know and clearly see, the life I now have found; I was finally thirsty enough to come and would not turn around.
It is for all who will come, if youre thirsty come and drink; if youre not, therell be other things, in them is life youll think.
Youll stand at the well and toss your coins and wish for abundant life; as years fly by, youll wish away while caught up in the strife.
Come to the well and do not leave until you have been filled; careful the voice you listen to, lest years go by until.
MJ
_________________ Mike Jones
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| 2009/2/21 14:32 | Profile | MJones Member
Joined: 2008/10/31 Posts: 320 Missouri
| Re: Poems | | Two spirits beat within my chest. One is foul, one is blest. One I love, one I hate. The one I feed will dominate.
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_________________ Mike Jones
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| 2009/2/25 22:20 | Profile | MJones Member
Joined: 2008/10/31 Posts: 320 Missouri
| Re: Poems | | The Grace that Could be Ours
He offers grace again and again. But were busy with things; good things our sin.
He longs to walk and talk each day, but we cling to things and forfeit His grace.
So again and again He offers it free, knowing one day well surely see.
The things we cling are worthless to save, yet still we cling till facing our grave.
Oh the grace that we all miss by waiting until our end. We cling to things instead of Him and miss what could have been.
MJ _________________ Mike Jones
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