Grace-filled Rain

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The Bible mentions “rain” many times in scripture.  God’s creation finds multiple uses of rain.  Perhaps you can think of a few more after reading this poem.

Waking up to see another blessed, rainy day

Witnessing as God brings us grace this day

 

God creates rain to descend upon the earth

Bringing rain to produce yields from the land

The heavens’ water brings awesome worth

Allowing for existence by woman and man

 

Rain arrives by the word of our mighty God

Sending vital water to the crops and fields

God’s creation brings early rains with a nod

Providing late rains to fulfill a farmer’s yield

 

God brings rain in abundance with His hand

Opening the dry earth, salvation springs up

Skies raining down righteousness, is His plan

Showering our lives with a grace-filled cup

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Rain nurtures spring’s new green, tender sprouts

Providing seed to the sower, bread for the table

Harvest arrives again on time by fall’s usual route

Filling grain bins as hardworking farmers feel able

 

God shines sun on both the Good and the Bad

Sending rain on the righteous and unrighteous

Rains from heaven fill hearts, never to be sad

Earmarking fruitful seasons for the righteous

 

Remember the incredibly prudent man

Constructing his house upon solid rock

Rains fell, floods came—over the land

Preserving a faith as steady as a rock

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To Further Understanding, A Brave Trauma Survivor Bears All — ADOPTING FAITH: A Father’s Unconditional Love

From Big Sky Buckeye:

I seldom share other blogger’s posts, but this post is filled with an inspirational story about a young woman who has overcome childhood trauma to become the person whom she is today.

Follow Ashley’s story from the link below.  The post has many parts to it so I certainly wouldn’t expect you to view them all because of time.  The Indianapolis Star has published a multi-part story about Ashley.  You are invited to follow the first link and go from there as her story moves you to read more.

Rarely does the media thoroughly investigate childhood trauma – especially in relation to survivors. Too often the emphasis starts and stops with the perpetrator. Survivors are rarely – if ever – heard. 457 more words

via To Further Understanding, A Brave Trauma Survivor Bears All — ADOPTING FAITH: A Father’s Unconditional Love

Another Cup Please

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My morning coffee may appear mundane

My tastes never vary and remain the same

 

Black with a bit of Stevia fills my cup, absolutely fine

Others whisper, “He drinks boring black every time”

A dozen years ago, coffee seldom came my way

But, my better half changed my tastes one day

 

Now, one cup will never satisfy this urge

My caffeine addiction, never to be purged

Even though humdrum, black coffee tastes great

I can appreciate preferences many others taste

 

My father turns his coffee into a tasty milkshake

Adding flavored creamer and sugar, no mistake

Others search for sweet, unique flavors to add

A shot of this or that makes them awfully glad

 

Excuse me for a quick moment please

This poet needs a refill, so don’t tease

 

Never heard of a Barista until a few days ago

Their creative coffee requires much to know

Many coffee lovers appreciate special brews

Espresso, Cappuccino, Mocha to name a few

 

My eyes view endless coffee menus and ask

Americano, Café Latte seem like such a task

Visiting certain cafés to satisfy my caffeine fix

But always, black with sweetener does the trick

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Looking for a Tim Hortons or a Starbucks

Serving simple, black coffee brings me luck

In traveling to places farther down the coffee road

Das KaffeeHaus and City Brew create it very bold

 

Hopefully, all of you appreciate coffee each day

Perhaps there is a favorite that comes your way

More coffee thoughts certainly do exist

But no more for now, I’m sure you insist

 

Your hot cup of delicious brew

May seem exhilarating to you

While this author writes a view

About his “boring” cup of brew

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Do you have a favorite coffee brew that you absolutely enjoy?  You are invited to share your wishes in the comments.  Perhaps you can convince Big Sky Buckeye to try something a wee bit more exciting than boring, black coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No Longer Lost

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From Matthew 28:20, Christ is speaking to the eleven disciples at Galilee following the Resurrection:  “. . . And remember I am with you always, to the end of the age.”  

Do you have a favorite Bible verse that has stuck with you this week?  You are invited to share it in the comments.  May God bless each of you in the coming days.

Walking down an empty sidewalk all alone

Feeling lost when no one calls his phone

Facing the final sunset of a life

Remembering past sinful strife

Rubbing together his chilly, worn hands

Warming a cold heart of a humbled man

 

Recalling a strong home built brick by brick

Wiping away tears when she became sick

Losing his loving bride to illness

Asking, “Why God, is this meant?”

 

Battling the raging, turbulent cosmic powers

Creating lonely darkness that sadly towers

Living without a daily dose of hope

Trying to understand his life’s scope

 

Reciting scripture as Christ says, “I am with you”

Witnessing the bloody Cross, coming into view

Testing his faith, builds continued endurance

Removing sinful chains at every occurrence

 

Loving us, God guards our hearts and minds

Smiling, the old man knows he has more time

Bringing Salvation, our Savior conquers the Cross

Blessing another life, this man no longer feels lost

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Writer’s Void

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Sometimes a writer’s well of words runs dry

Just as a wildcat oil well yields none this try

A writer’s words can be challenging to find

Why won’t more words be a friend of mine?

Life brings distractions that take away

Gone for a while is the freedom to say

Perhaps memories of the past come to bear

Ambushing a desire to write without a care

Searching for inspiration to write

A morning walk clears one’s sight

Reading others’ blogs charges the mind up

Their words arrive to fill an exhausted cup

Viewing a distinctive, older film brings bliss

The storyline relaxes a mind, to foster a list

A list of impressive ideas begins to churn

Now feeling more confident at every turn

Thankfully, this sorry condition won’t last

Soon words will be flowing, what a blast!

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If your appetite is ready for more about the challenges of writing, check out these previously published poems.

 

God Remains True

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My Lord steadies me like a solid rock

From the horizon, His devotion walks

As soon as dark clouds form, He stands tall

Leaning on Him in moments, large or small

The Enemy menaces nearby, keep me safe

Free me from wickedness, that’s never late

You bring light to a world so all can see

Grasping my hand, offering rescue to me

You brought me forth in awesome birth

Saving me when I stumble on the turf

As my strength wavers, you remain true

Never tiring of me, needing to lean on you

The text is inspired by words from Psalm 71.  From Verse 4:  “Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and the cruel.”