Poetry, Rhyme, Weekly Post

Awesome Truth (A Weekly Post)

I see this universe You made
It leaves me feeling so amazed.
Wherever I look I see Your art
Then faster pumps my beating heart–
My heart– which You have formed; as well
As every molecule and cell.

Then I open Exodus
And read of how You dwelt with us.

The King of all this world grand
Came down to live with mortal man?

This awesome truth amazes me
And fills me with humility.

Corresponds to Exodus 25:8

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Seeds (Re-posted As a Weekly Post)

The seeds that land
On the trodden way
Need soil to shelter
From birds that prey.

The seeds that fall
In a rocky place
Need moisture to deepen
Their roots, their faith.

The seeds that land
By thorns that choke
Need fire to clear
Their space for growth.

Of seeds that fall
On fruitful ground
Abundant bounty
Will be found.

Based on Luke 8:4-15, corresponds to Genesis 26: 12

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Eden (Re-posted As a Weekly Post)

I sit beneath a shady tree
And listen to the melody

Of breezes swinging through the leaves
Every hour I yearn and wait
For this–the hour when I perceive
And hear my Maker’s nearing gait

 

He calls my name; I quickly rise
To follow His unfailing stride

And if I ever went astray
He’d trace my foolish, wayward steps
And bring me back here to His way
Even if it meant His death

 

Years have passed since Eden’s days
I’ve left Yehovah’s narrow way

Yeshua came to the garden and prayed
Not to Eden, but Gethsemane
His love was stronger than the grave
He died and rose to deliver me

 

One day His voice will pierce the skies
He’ll call my name, I’ll quickly rise

But as for now, I hold my pen
And write of heaven, and how I’ll hear
The sounds of Eden all again
My Maker’s footsteps drawing near

Corresponds to Genesis 3:8a

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A Good Land (A Weekly Post)

For Yehovah your Elohim
Is bringing you to a good land
A land of clear water streams
A land of fountains and springs
That flow from the hills and valleys.
It’s a land of wheat and barley
And olive oil and honey
And vines and pomegranates and fig trees
In which you eat bread without scarcity.
In this land you will not lack
For this land does offer
Iron in its rocks and stones–
And in its hills is copper

Based on Deuteronomy 8: 7-9

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Eden

I sit beneath a shady tree
And listen to the melody

Of breezes swinging through the leaves
Every hour I yearn and wait
For this–the hour when I perceive
And hear my Maker’s nearing gait

 

He calls my name; I quickly rise
To follow His unfailing stride

And if I ever went astray
He’d trace my foolish, wayward steps
And bring me back here to His way
Even if it meant His death

 

Years have passed since Eden’s days
I’ve left Yehovah’s narrow way

Yeshua came to the garden and prayed
Not to Eden, but Gethsemane
His love was stronger than the grave
He died and rose to deliver me

 

One day His voice will pierce the skies
He’ll call my name, I’ll quickly rise

But as for now, I hold my pen
And write of heaven, and how I’ll hear
The sounds of Eden all again
My Maker’s footsteps drawing near

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