Door, The 10-30-11

Oh Lord,

There's a door that most mankind will never find -

a special door that opens like no other kind.

So many do not realize their whole life through,

that it's a door that stands between both them and You.

But Lord, there's hope!

It only takes a single ear to hear Your knock,

and takes - but a simple key - to turn the lock,

but many are too fearful so they run and hide,

and they insist on wearing their most selfish pride.

And Lord, it pains.

It pains whenever I hold my 'someone' dear,

but then they turn away with their most selfish ear.

It hurts, although I ask in earnest prayer and try -

until my heart grows dim with no more tears to cry.

Oh Lord, it hurts!

Our problems, whether great or small, You diagnose -

as You're the One who holds the troubled sparrow close.

Though once my tears were heavy and had wet the floor,

You hold my pool of tears and comfort me once more.

My Lord, that's love!

Allow both faith and knowledge of my Savior grow,

inside my precious loved ones so that they will know -

our special Savior holds the truth that He demands -

in love that's cupped inside both of His nail-scarred hands.

So Lord, grant faith!

I know enduring grace is here for all to see,

for others, on their deathbeds, who are just like me -

so if You could, please answer my most special prayer -

so You will always keep my children in Your care.

Dear Lord, in grace.

For You had showed humility there on the cross,

now show them great futility in pleasure's loss.

Show Your loving hands and feet - then show them more -

to help them find the faith to open their heart's door!

Please Lord! Amen.

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Pauper, King or I 9-14-11

From New York, Cairo or Beijing,

and whether pauper, me or king -

You can find us when we're lost -

and You don't charge - there is no cost.

I cannot look You in the eye -

for oh, so little faith, have I.

All jumbled with mistakes today,

I struggle for some words to say.

The paupers beg and get their bread -

their stomachs speak until their fed.

The servants jump when their king calls

as his word echoes through the halls.

Yes, paupers beg and Kings decree -

but who can hear my words, but me?

I'm so confused and so resigned -

Your answers, I can't seem to find.

I try to listen with both ears,

pray Your answers calm my fears.

I need Your wisdom, need Your aid,

I'm so distraught and so afraid.

I stumble through life's desert sand -

that's dry and hot. Please hold my hand.

My life is mixed up, a montage -

is this a dream, a mere mirage?

I wait for Your most tender tug.

I need a special, loving hug.

Though even with a sincere kiss,

I yet again would fall amiss.

Although I study, work and learn -

I really have no place to turn.

So stumble I, the narrow, straight,

until arriving at Your gate.

Your grace has triumphed over foe,

and why You listened, I don't know -

for You have seen the way I live,

so why, Lord, do you still forgive?

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What 'lot' in life that we are giv'n,
matters not with grace from Heaven -
so whether pauper, king or I -
"For God so loved..." and that is why.

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John 3:16 (KJV)

For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish,
but have everlasting life.

Why You? 5-27-11

When liars win, life isn't fair -

not one will ever, ever care -

life's burdens are too much to bear.

Why me Lord?

I stand down by the ocean shore -

the poison seeps down to my core -

there's none who listen anymore -

Why me Lord?

My love grew cold, my anger hot -

my gut twists in each kind of knot -

it pains me so, an awful lot -

Why me Lord?

The ocean waves still seem to race -

they crest, then spill most anyplace -

but waves ignore my grieving face -

Why me Lord?

My problems grew and come to meet -

as water wraps around my feet -

I'm tired, exhausted, very beat -

Why me Lord?

The waves roll in for years and years -

through all my trials, all my fears -

my cheeks have felt so many tears -

Why me Lord?

My heart, for others, has out-poured -

yet something pulls on my heart's cord -

of everyone who I've ignored -

Why You Lord?

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