From Isaiah 64:8: “Yet, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.”
Spiritual homelessness
Forcing hope’s darkest setbacks
With every passing day
Time stops, frozen in its tracks
How long will God stand silent?
Fading lives, like autumn’s leaf
Among earth’s darkest shadows
Hope’s flames, drowned by a sly thief
Expectations growing dim
Praying, Savior’s light to come
God’s love, molds life’s foundations
Our hope, plays its steady drum
Coming Spiritual light
Transforming power from God
Iniquities to be paid
Shepherd’s hope, His staff and rod
Hopeful world watches and waits
Appealing to God, save us
Hungry flock’s burdens cry out
God remains faithful, hear us
From Psalm 80:1-3: “Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock! You who are enthroned upon the cherubim, shine forth before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh. Stir up your might, and come to save us! Restore us, O God; let your face shine, that we may be saved.”
The Christian season of Advent begins with this final Sunday of November. For myself, this will bring a time of meditation and prayer . . . filled with the hope, peace, joy, and love of Christ, the Messiah.
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Amen. Our hope and home in Him. After all the earth is our rental…it is not Home. Beautiful post. An enjoyable morning devotion. Blessings to you for this lovely share, as you always do.
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Suzette, I appreciate your thoughtful words . . . “earth is our rental” blesses with the truth. May God’s grace and peace light your way.
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Thank you!
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Honest and vulnerable Poem. And thanks for sharing the verses
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I appreciate your kind words. Much of the poetry I write is Christian-based.
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Holding on to the faithfulness of God is such a comfort and strength in hard times.
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So true! This has been a theme in my own life during the past year, and I know I have plenty of company.
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Spiritual homelessness. I stopped right there and pondered about it before I read the rest of the poem. At the end I felt great comfort. We always have a home in Him!
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Susan, I appreciate you sharing these timely thoughts. Yes, the first line of the poem is an “eye opener” for sure.
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Christ is our only hope.
Blessings to you and yours
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Amen! Indeed, Jesus is the true light for the world’s hope. God’s grace and peace will continue to bless you Crissy.
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Blessings to you and your family Richard
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Pat, I appreciate your kind words as well sharing this Advent-inspired poem. God’s peace brings us hope with the birth of a Savior.
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I have been in that lonliness a few times… Nothing worse
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Many of us have felt loneliness at times.
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