Time does not come Tied-up In pretty ribbons Red and Blue, More evidently Purple – Green of a stubborn Bruise, An ebony night, or Sun bright raging Thirsty day When That is, the harrowing Cold is Out of season.
Prizes Are rare and never Given for participation, No, Those gains only come With blood, sweat, pain – Paid Perhaps by generations Who strive to keep Love, faith, effort alive; Tears, Prayers over many years Are not just present, The future Is also their target;
Entreating God His mercy, grace to Unleash That survivors remain Christ’s love to proclaim – Overcoming Overwhelming dangers, trials, Through the continual Outworking of individual salvation.
When running, go ever lightly Though rapid as a cheetah hunting – Not tracking nose down, like hounds, See the earth rising with each lunge Catch the vision, scene in An opportunity of words supposed Bright foils that scrimmage When captured upon an open page.
State the business though Monkeyed it might be, sing it If it is harmony – carrying peace Like lovely masses where Every syllable shines a precious gem Reflections lifting sorrow, erasing Care from souls doubting life Can be borrowed for tomorrow.
Cupping hands for freshwater To cool the parchment of thirst Brought on by racing to make This day savory, trusting An exhausted body to rebound Outlining a future of remarkable Service with little decrepitude.
Lightly, overcoming the weight Bowing shoulders, fast, losing hope; Bringing victorious kindness forth Presenting before the Spirit of Love Forwarding any praise essential; Though perhaps not winning first God attends every soul careering on.
Sometimes you must lose To learn to win graciously. Sometimes your heart breaks, To make room for love again. Suffering can teach you How to live more freely. Disappointment gives a chance For an increased appreciation of joy. When you hit the bottom Your energy renews for the climb. When you are left empty, alone, You discover your faithful friends. When everything is gone, nothing left, You reach for God and find Him there. If your happiness disappears, with delight, Jesus can restore your pleasure, full-measure. If you need more than you are able God can provide fulfillment plentifully. Nothing is over unless you quit Winners like you, keep going, getting up.
Salute to those who have traveled with me. I hope you enjoy whatever journeys you undertake. Sometimes, what we hope never appears and we fail to understand. I am quiet; so be you and find your best true.
I did my Creativity Project for about a year and a half on Chronicles and have done it about the same here.
It all began with The Word, And the life I live Began with words, as well. Nothing I learned came without Lettered meaning.
Each day, happily, Brought more words, Greater understanding. It soon became my lot To gather and arrange Words To transmit to others What intelligence Allotted me.
WordSmithing Is not easy And sometimes The messages that found Purchase in my mind Had little validity For others.
Did you stop to hear the bird sing, See the beauty of a rose, Wonder at the singularity of humans, Have your face licked by a dog? Do you know with these things Beloved, God pours out His love? He counts you precious treasure And has filled life with His riches, You are the child He smiles upon Be confident in the Savior’s heart You exist with infinite worth.