I put on a coat that weighed ten pounds, Everywhere I went it dragged me down. I tried to remove it, It was knitted to my skin, I foresaw no way to be free again. I called on my God, the Maker of me, He said, "Let go of all your stress and worry." He said, "I've got you, Rest in my arms, I'll keep you safe, and protect you from harm." I want to say the coat dissolved—it's done, But the truth is I'm pulling out stitches one by one. "For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent and set me high upon a rock."—Psalm 27:5 *Draw Near exists to glorify God and help others draw near to Christ by providing forever free ebooks.
Why am I like this?
I looked around for…
some passerby to shame,
some foe to frame,
some kin to blame,
some circumstance to name,
some truth to maim,
I found nothing but
my own wicked heart,
It crumbled like ashes
in my cupped hand,
leaving soot residue
that I blew at you
and called it love.
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If life is kind to you…
you will see you are a only a breath
your life is merely a shadow
you are a vanishing mist
your flesh is withering grass.
Life treated me kindly…
for I saw I was a gust of wind
then the Lord breathed into me
now my spirit lives immortally,
and my heart is set on eternity.
[Biblical references for stanza 1 of this poem can be found in Psalm 144:4, James 4:14, 1Peter 1:24. For stanza 2, see Psalm 78:39, 1Peter 1:23, Ecclesiastes 3:11.] Read about God’s love for you in Draw Near’s latest free ebook called Blessed Creation: A Christian Poetry Collection? Read it HERE. Learn more about the poets HERE.
Love is the true meaning of life
So do not let your heart delay,
Let it be evident in everything
you do and each word you say.
Love will never cease to fulfill you,
It will extend overseas like an embassy,
Like a chauffeur, hope will drive you,
Like a memoir, it will be your legacy.
“…God is love.”—1John 4:8
While the rest of the world sees an elegant marble bust, Close beloved ones see a pile of pitiful rubble, Perfection is nothing but an elaborate illusion, We must accept we are nothing but dust, Openly reveal and accept our own vulnerability Then we are free to break out of our bubble. "Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground..." —Genesis 2:7
I stare out the window pane on New Year’s Eve
into the blackness of night, interrupted
by the burst of crimson light from a bottle rocket
and the hoots of horns and bangs of pans,
Slurred songs carry muffled merriment my way,
Yet it only makes my heart pang even more.
My Lover has not returned or sent word,
His promise sustains my heart with hope,
This wretched blackness will fade to light
like a drenched watercolor bleeding paint,
But for tonight, I will close the shades,
And sob louder than the world’s clamor.
As I choose my Christmas tree, I meditate on the Trinity For the pine is only one, but its points consist of three. As I untangle a light string, I meditate on this awesome thing: The light of the world is Jesus, my Messiah and my Holy King. As I top the tree with a star, I see three wisemen from afar, behold Mary hushing her Son, through a stable door left ajar. Underneath, I stack wrapped presents, like jars of gold, myrrh, and frankincense, Bestowed on a sleeping baby who knew not their treasured contents. When my kids run down the stair, Wrapping paper flies everywhere. Our smiles stretch from ear to ear, as I read the Bible from my chair. *Have you read Draw Near's latest free ebook called Blessed Creation: A Christian Poetry Collection? Read it HERE. Learn more about the poets HERE.