Sin is an Escape Room (Poem by Me)

Ev’ry sin is a kind of escape room,
Sometimes Satan leads you in a wrong door,
Sometimes you are in the room from the womb,
People spend years in there staring at the floor.

Then a friend lifts your head,
Instead it could be a blunt confession,
Or a heartfelt prayer opens your eyes to see,
Else a verse frees you from the oppression.

You wait for the doorway to be unbarred,
Refuse to take the devil’s communion,
Sneak courageously past the demon guard,
And run for your dear life from loss and ruin.

In the Spirit of the Lord, there’s freedom*,
He restores what the locusts have eaten**.

*See 2nd Corinthians 3:17.
**See Joel 2:25.

The Relaxing Trees (poem by me)

There is a hammock
swinging in a wild meadow,
It’s tied to two trees
One tree is called “Trust in God”
The other is called “Firm Hope.”

You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. —Isaiah 55:12

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The Un-Worry Process (poem by me)

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

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Meaningful Christmas (poem by me)

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.

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