Doublemindedness (poem by me)

The doublemind is always doing two things,
but never focused on either one,
It is riding a bike while driving a car,
It is picking daisies while smelling roses.

The doublemind is overworked,
overtired, overburdened, and never rested,
It is burning a candle at both ends,
It is leaf blowing the wind.

The only solution is to marry the mind,
make it one, unified, and whole,
Be present, in the moment,
never worried or anxious even for a thing.

Oh Lord, help me to be singleminded,
Help me to know I have a happy ending,
Let me take refuge in Your wings,
Cover me with Your hand and heal me.

Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, ‘O you of little faith, why did you doubt?'”—Matthew 14:31 

*Draw near is now accepting personal essays about childhood. Read the details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

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Three Talented Men (poem by me)

There was a man
who played the horn
every so often
and when asked if he had talent,
he said, “I’m not good at anything.”

There was a man
who played violin
on the streets of New York
and people put down their windows
to listen to him share his talent.

There was a man
who sang in the choir
every Sunday
No one could hear his talent
for his voice blended with others.

The first man received nothing,
The second earned peace from troubles,
The third gained his heart’s desire,
And justice was served to all.

“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.”—1 Peter 4:10

*Draw near is now accepting personal essays about childhood. Read the details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

One Way (poem by me)

Admit they harmed you,
so you can forgive,
Admit the severity of the pain,
so you can be healed,
Admit you need a Savior,
so you can be saved.

“Jesus answered, ‘I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.'”—John 14:6

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Cherry Memories (poem by me)

Papa picked cherries from high on the tree,
We ate them on the ol’ wooden porch swing,
As we swang to and fro we sang some songs,
Then we spit cherry seeds right on the lawn.

Then the ol’ swing broke and so did his leg,
Soon after my mom moved us far away,
No longer did we sing on the porch swing,
No longer did we spit seeds on the lawn.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens…” —Ecclesiastes 3:1

*Draw near is now accepting personal essays about childhood. Read the details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

The Pinnacle of Life (poem by me)

I’ve viewed the world from atop tall towers,
Kissed passionately in the pouring rain,
Received oversized vases of flowers,
And shared a bottle of midnight champagne.

I have peered down through clouds on mountain peaks,
and dived from boats in crystal clear oceans,
landed places a great sojourner seeks,
and drank my fill of intense emotions.

I have been ferried to primitive isles,
sipped of pure nature without phones or cars,
witnessed wild horses running free for miles,
Pitched a tent and wished on thousands of stars.

Still nothing compares or is quite the same,
to the moment the Lord God called my name.

“I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” —Ecclesiastes 1:14

*Draw near is now accepting personal essays about childhood. Read the details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

Rebirth (poem by me)

Vitality is not vital to life,
Passionate desires seem to pass me by,
Go ahead, zip up my body bag,
My soulless body is as good as dead.

Oh God, breathe life into me again,
Prophesy to these dry bones of mine,
Animate my hibernating spirit,
Rain down the elusive glitter called joy.

I sing the song You put in my heart,
Laughter comes easy to me these days,
You carried my sorrow far, far away,
I will praise Your Name forevermore.

“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in him.” —Psalm 40:3

*Draw near is now accepting personal essays about childhood. Read the details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.