My Weakness, His Strength

It oft produces a feeling forlorn

can leave me feeling spent and worn

when in my own grit, its fury I’ve borne……

My weakness.

It should elicit bended knees

on which to offer humble pleas

to the One by whose help, those burdens ease……

My weakness.

It just might  be the vehicle,

troubles that come to weary the soul 

 to prompt relinquish of mine own control…..

My weakness.

That grievous weight I struggle to bear,

when at last it is given over in prayer,

that blessed assurance my God does share…..

His strength.

My liberated being truly sings,

renewed by the joy His presence brings.

I find myself lifted on eagle’s wings…..

His strength.

So when I’m trembling and brought down low,

my world is rocking to and fro,

how else, but through weakness could I know????

His strength!

9/1/21

“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 

2 Corinthians 12:9

You Are The Potter

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

As handcrafted creation

I’ve no right to say

“Why hast thou made me thus?”

It’s not open for us to discuss.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

On your spinning wheel

teach me to stay.

Let  your hands shape me in the right direction,

yielding to  pressure

that works out imperfection.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

Perhaps I’m not exquisite 

and put on display.

Let me be content

just by You to be used

in the exact manner 

that You wisely choose.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

If you see part of me

that’s in disarray

to you I make this earnest appeal

although it may hurt, put me back on the wheel.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

You know what’s best.

Dear Lord, have Your way.

In your mercy and patience

cease not to work on me

till I’m fit for a God filled eternity.

11/27/2020

“But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” Isaiah 64:8

“Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.” Jeremiah 18:3,4

“Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?” Romans 9:20,21

The Writer Of My Story

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The perfect pace

of His comforting grace

has brought me thru many a trial.

Whate’er I face

as I run life’s race,

He aids me to go the next mile.

 

 

My God makes it known

that I’m never alone.

I’ve never by Him been forsaken.

My mind’s  often blown

with the wonders He’s shown.

By blessings I am overtaken.

 

 

He’s that constant friend

on whom I depend,

in sunshine and in rain.

He’s faithful to send

the ideal blend

to my life, both joy and pain.

 

 

I’m fully persuaded

each day I am aided

by the Writer of my life’s story.

I have anticipated

with breath that is bated

for that moment I’ll see Him in glory.

8/9/2020

Pleasant Perk Of Aging

fruit in old age

Each day I’m engaging with this thing called aging,

and sometimes it doesn’t seem fair.

I let out a sigh as in mirror I spy

on my chin a new granny hair.

 

It seems my forgetter works better and better.

Now what was I going to do?

For those in your youth, let me tell you the truth.

This reality is heading toward you.

 

My get up and go never more says hello.

It left without saying adieu.

Rocking chair is my friend, right up till the end.

With marathons, I think I’m through.

 

Age spots dot me like sprinkles. There are plenty of wrinkles.

Most of physical beauty has waned.

Yet I do not despair. For with joy I declare

I can see one thing I have gained.

 

Through life’s school of hard knocks and its aftershocks

and Biblical application,

wrongs I have spurned and lessons I’ve learned

give me cause for celebration.

 

I’m now somewhat wiser, can be an adviser

to those traveling life’s shifting road.

By God’s grace be spurred to give encouraging word

and perhaps lighten somebody’s load.

 

Though steps are measured, still there’s one thing I’ve treasured

in spite of youth taking backstage.

Experiences of life have left me rife

with the gift to bear fruit in old age.

6/6/19

Psalm 92:12-15  The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 

Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God. 

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing; 

To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God Is Faithful!

As a new convert to Acts 2:38 salvation at the age of 16, I remember hearing various saints in the church testify about how they had been living for God for 20, 30 or even 40 years. This was amazing to me, because I really felt so weak and pitiful in my fledgling walk with God. “What a pillar of strength they are!” I thought to myself. In my heart, I hoped that one day I would be able to have a testimony like theirs.

On June 16, 2019,  I was blessed to be able to celebrate my 40 year anniversary of being baptized in Jesus’ name and filled with the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in other tongues. My perspective has certainly changed from the one I had as a teenager. I realize now that none of the people I heard testify about living for God many years were pillars of strength. God is the pillar of strength, and without His faithfulness and steadfastness, we would not be able to live for Him.

As I reflected on my relationship with God, I could see that there were many times when

my attitude was wrong

my thinking was messed up

I wasn’t focusing on the right things

I was half-hearted in serving God.

But God was faithful to

put preachers in my life to tell me what I needed to hear

let me hear preaching or teaching from the Word of God, so I could see myself

convict me when I was wrong

forgive me when I came to Him in true repentance.

As I thought about my 40 year journey with the Lord, the words of a chorus came to my mind.

He’s been faithful, faithful to me.

Looking back, His love and mercy I see.

Though at times I have questioned,

even failed to believe,

yet He’s been faithful, faithful to me! 

I am so thankful today for God’s great faithfulness, and I’m trusting that  His faithfulness coupled with my obedience to His Word will carry me to the day when I shall behold Him face to face.

Lamentations 3:22,23  “It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”

Psalm 17:15  “As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness”.

 

I Stand Here Transformed

 

I stand here
in front of the mirror
realizing I’m not the same person
that I used to be. Old habits, attitudes
once so binding, constricting,
like heavy shackles, have been loosed.
There is a lightness of spirit, a bounce in my
step that was not there before.
The woman
that stares back at me with tears flowing
down her cheeks once again receives
fresh revelation that
she is
a living trophy
of
Your
amazing
grace!

10/8/18

Molido

suffering Savior

I am blessed to be able to listen in on high school Bible class along with our distance learners every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Brother Johnson has done a wonderful job teaching on the life of Christ, and recently he has been teaching on the events leading up to Jesus’ death. We were studying the trial of Jesus and the beating that He endured before the crucifixion. One of the Scriptures we read was Isaiah 53:5.

“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” 

One of the things Brother Johnson mentioned was the Hebrew word used for bruised in that passage has the connotation of being ground up or crushed. I have a Spanish-English Bible that I use, and I looked over and saw that the word used for bruised in Spanish is “molido”. I knew that this word meant ground, but I looked it up to see if there were any other meanings and found that it can also mean “crushed, milled or aching all over.” What an incredible glimpse and insight this gave me of Calvary! The presence of God came down in this class, and you could hear many of the students weeping and giving praise and thanks to God.

Another thought that entered my mind was where I have seen that word “molido” used. I thought of Hispanic markets where you can buy “carne molida”(femine form of the word), which is ground beef. Can you imagine God loving mankind so much that He was willing to come to earth to take on the form of flesh and endure a torturous death that would reduce Him to appear as a piece of bloody ground up meat? His love is amazing beyond words, and I am so thankful that He let me experience the awesome wonder of it afresh and anew once again!

Molido

Que amor! Mi Díos en carne fue reducido
a un cuerpo roto, completamente molido.
Más que cualquier hombre fue estropeado y maltratado.
Pagó el precio por mi pecado.
Su amor es asombroso y muy profundo.
Se extiende a todo el mundo.
Que nunca me olvide el sacrificio del Calvario
por la pena del pecado se convirtió en mi vicario.

12/13/18

 

What Many Throw Away

Many consider it worthless as dross,
something that into the trash you should toss.
Let’s take a look from another perspective
and see wherein lies useful beauty, effective.
It can make great bedding for your pet.
Economically, it is your best bet.
When the kids are bored on a rainy day,
you can use it to whip up some papier-mâché.
To soak up those spills that are accidental
you’ll find it to be very instrumental.
Employ it to make stuffed animals, soft toys
that will be a delight to young girls and boys.
To bring some warmth to a crusty, old codger,
pack it in a tube sock to make a draft dodger.
Save it by colors, and tear it apart
to create truly stunning works of art.
Make a new Fuzzy Wuzzy just because
you can fill him with this cost effective fuzz.
In case you’ve not guessed from each given hint,
I speak of the charm of dryer lint.
Before I end my utterance, just let me say
we can also apply this in a spiritual way.
Oddballs, losers, misfits that many would cast aside
are still precious souls for whom Jesus died.
If they will surrender themselves to the Master
He’ll make beauty out of what would have been a disaster.
My life changed by one touch of God’s fingerprint,
and I’m happy to be counted among the Lord’s lint!
10/26/18

 

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yarn from dryer lint

yarn made with dryer lint

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art work made with dryer lint

Miracle Rose

miracle rose

Miracle rose breaks through the ground

where rigid hardness did abound.

To bloom, it seemed there was no way.

God’s gracious love has won the day,

Sweet blossoming life now is found.

 

Stubborn hearts can be brought around

by tenderness, divine profound

and yield to its gentle sway.

Miracle rose.

 

Cold souls may be a battle ground,

with intervention, can rebound.

Let not their stiffness cause dismay.

Be it fuel to watch and pray.

Result of faith, it will astound.

Miracle rose.

 

8/3/18

Lord, I Pantoum You

Lord, the only Lord, I pantoum You.

Jesus, my God and God alone.

I’m filled with awe and wonder anew

as I bow before Your throne.

 

Jesus, my God and God alone.

The Lord of heaven had a great plan.

He truly desired to make Himself known

and took on the form of a man.

 

The Lord of heaven had a great plan.

He gave to earth His very best.

In God’s mind, before time began

He made a way that all could be blessed.

 

He gave to earth His very best,

bled, suffered, died to take away my shame,

with supreme, faithful love that stood the test.

I weep with joy as I praise His name.

 

Bled, suffered, died to take away my shame.

I’m filled with awe and wonder anew.

I weep with joy as I praise His name.

Lord, the ony Lord, I pantoum You!

5/14/18

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.

Ephesians 4:5  One Lord, one faith, one baptism, 

 

John_20:28  And Thomas answered and said unto him, My Lord and my God.

Revelation_13:8  And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.

1Timothy 3:16  And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory. 

 

Hebrews 2:9  But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man.