My #3 and #4 "attempts" to get into poetry

a hope – by JR

For all that surrounds me is full of light,
And this darkness I saw has taken flight,
My passionate heart is ready to fight,
For the good that is God to do what’s right.

The life flows mighty like the angels’ throng,
And it is within God’s will to my heart belong,
His Spirit has put within me a joyous song,
Because of Christ’s blood I do belong.

All day and night t’was me He did chase,
Though I ran so far I could not keep pace,
But now His strength is shown through grace,
As I lie safely here in His warm embrace.

No longer free to chase the world’s coin,
Not leaving to wander, head out, be goin’,
Now to His lone purpose I have adjoin,
Even still as it feels a punch in the groin.

Those loving arms ‘round me do hug,
Tis true His blessings o’er fill my jug,
To sit idly by as if a mere slug,
Would be to dismiss grace with a simply shrug.

I felt the stinging pain of being alone,
To be on my own; with no one to phone,
Still through my loss was He still shown,
Then carry me through my rock; my stone.

From my selfish desires I am called to flee,
All of them I now nail to that hor’ble tree,
Calling out my one desire and plea,
That one day in heaven he remember me.

It is only my Savior that does me entice,
He makes my heart scramble; its not precise,
Paying it once for all He endured the price,
So one day I would be with Him in paradise.

Prayers offered to break down ev’ry wall,
One day before Jesus all peoples will fall,
The whole earth will then been enthrall,
At the banquet of the Lamb in His great hall.

08/03/09 10:15pm



a place in me awaiting – by JR

The mountains bow to your notorious,
And immense peace give rest to laborious,
Through your strength I’m made victorious,
Still praising your lone name glorious.

I come down to refresh by your river,
His Spirit flows down the valley to deliver,
Still the intensity continues to form a quiver,
But all things lovely come from the giver.

Oft times my anger turns to aggression,
Simply longing for my unique expression,
Hoping tobe faithful; to avoid secession,
From my old ways recoil the regression.

To watch and sit idly by the edge lake,
Not to jump in as the thought of risk does quake,
My innermost parts for my prides own sake,
Not knowing what truly could be at stake.

But something stirs me deep inside as it calls,
Breaking down each; ev’ry of my heart walls,
Such beauty that makes me want to grow balls,
And be drenched under mercy’s waterfalls.

The peril is worth it though it shalt be bloody,
Yet through a day’s training I haft been made ruddy,
Glanced toward ev’ry verse; each line I study,
So no regrets might mock me as duddy.

Bearing across weeds, muck, and field,
Knowing to no one but God shall I yield,
Gripping tightly my sword; my helmet; my shield,
Once ‘gain my soul he hath healed.

A new man daily in me doth be making,
Although it is my heart He is shaking,
Laying down my pride, my wills they are breaking,
Knowing all my desire is His for the taking.

Till all that remains is a whisper, not loud,
Not a single voice calling out from a crowd,
Just me a poor boy; longing freedom and vowed,
Till He might come again majestic upon a cloud.

08/04/09 – 8:21pm