It is a poem day/morning! Couldn’t sleep the other day, so I grabbed my Bible, notebook and pen. I got quiet time with God❤️
How blessed are we to have a copy of God’s WORD and also have His honest word, His promise, that He has our backs. Thinking on this, I jotted down this poem.
All He Allows
God allows as He allows, allots as He allots.
All He allots is all I’ve got. As He allows, I tremble not.
For He alone, my heart adores, no matter what He has in store.
What He allows, my soul shall raise, allot to Him the highest praise.
It's a poem day! This poem was inspired by my pastor's sermon entitled, "Breathe." I will always be amazed that God talks to us if we be still and listen, so still we hear our breath and heartbeat created by Him:)
"Rhythm of Praise"
As I notice the beat of my heart Rejoicing in who put it there A new rhythm of praise starts to form So grateful I am to declare... He is Lord.
He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.
He who made me, He calls me by name In a whisper I lean close to hear As my soul soon returns His sweet call And responds, Father, Yes I am here He is Lord.
He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.
As He tells me His will so I know How to please Him in every way I then bow in humility's style I fall to my knees and I say, He is Lord.
He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.
As I am quiet before God, and feel my heart beat, I am amazed to hear that still small voice. The more you and I listen, the more we hear.
Friends, have a wonderful Wednesday. I am praying for you:)ll always be amazed that God talks to us if we just be still and listen. He knows when we really want to hear and do His will 🙂
"Rhythm of Praise"
As I notice the beat of my heart Rejoicing in who put it there A new rhythm of praise starts to form So grateful I am to declare... He is Lord.
He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.
He who made me, He calls me by name In a whisper I lean close to hear As my soul soon returns His sweet call And responds, Father, Yes I am here He is Lord.
He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.
As He tells me His will so I know How to please him in every way I then bow in humility's style I fall to my knees and I say, He is Lord.
He is Lord. He is Lord. He is Lord.
As I am quiet before God, and feel my heart beat, I am amazed to hear that still small voice. The more I listen, the more I hear.
Friends, have a wonderful Wednesday. I am praying for you:)
It’s a poem day! This poem was written a couple of weeks ago. It is the result of my feeling broken, like I am not fulfilling my purpose for the Lord. I am thankful for feeling this way, so I can deeply crave my need for Him and His will:) Here’s my prayer that day…
“Make Me Like You”
My heart in hand, Teacher help me make it more like Yours
To think thoughts like You do, to love others first, and me last
Break me, then mold me, make me not my own
Do what I cannot, from the inside out, make me new
I am just a vessel full of stuff, unclean, unused
Unable to empty myself of sin, though I try to
Won’t you make me useful and full of You?
And able and willing to pour out and fill others
With Your joy and mercy, make me teeter out
As an offering to You in serving You, Master
I am waiting to be needed, but need is already there
Everywhere. Everyone needs to know You, know You more
I am ready now. Make me like You, even if it hurts
I will pour out what You pour into me
All for Your glory that You so deserve
All the days of my life that You give me
I hope and pray that you have a really lovely day in the Lord:)
Going through my old or unfinished poems, I found one I wrote in 1983. God has always been there for me. I realize that fully as I read my words from 42 years ago, when I was just a “baby.” As I didn’t know any better about poetry then, I added a “chorus” so it could be sung:)
We’ve had lots of trials in the past year, with a few family members’ deaths and our own house catching fire after a lightning strike. The timing of these things threw us at first. Then, we surrendered to the Lord our control. HE is in control of time and we trust Him.
Time is God’s
I cannot make the past stand still, nor make the future pause
I cannot halt the present time and meddle with God’s cause
For only God directs all time; in wisdom He commands
Time for trials, learning, love and blessings from His hands
He knows just when the time is right to call His children home
Although He knows I’ll miss them much and often feel alone
Still, I’d never trade a thing. There’s nothing I would give
To have my dear ones, gone to God, come back with me to live
As precious as the mem’ries are, I hold inside my heart
I will not mourn the loss of time that we will spend apart
For now they’re home with joy that’s full and that brings joy to me
They ran their race and have their prize, are happy as can be
So I will treasure what they were and thank the Lord indeed
For all the time He left them here, for knowing what I need
For God designs what He deems best as blessings never end
My hope’s in God and God alone, no matter what He sends
I don’t know what the future holds, but trust who’s holding me
So I will praise Him all my days and serve Him happily!
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