Category: poetry

Long Furrows

The Plowers

“Many a time they have afflicted me
from my youth;
Yet they have not prevailed against
me.
The plowers plowed on my back;
They made their furrows long.”

Psalm 129:2-3

The farmers here have begun making long furrows.

Lord, help us trust our deep afflicted places to you, that You may plant good in them.  And here’s a simple poem . . .

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He Prevails

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From our youth
they have afflicted

yet somehow
they have failed

though pushed down
and plowed long

His will for us
prevails.

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With Love,

Debbie

Deb’s blog can be found and read at: http://iftodaywehear.wordpress.com/

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A Declared Trust

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I once scorned ev’ry fearful thought of death.
When it was but the end of pulse and breath,
But now my eyes have seen that past the pain
There is a world that’s waiting to be claimed.
Earthmaker, Holy, let me now, depart,
For living’s such a temporary art.
And dying is but getting dressed for God.

Our graves are merely doorways cut in sod.

— Calvin Miller

The Lord is My Archer– A Poem

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“Then God will come into view,
    his arrows flashing like lightning!”

Zechariah 7:14

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The Lord is My Archer

Lowering himself, he carefully chooses

The living arrow that he hast made

My life has been polished just for this

Made smooth and sharp by wise hands that see

For this very precise and holy moment

To be fitted– simple notch to taut string.

The strong bow and ready arrow meet

And boldly dispatched with an eye so sure.

&

ybic, Bryan

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When Being Crushed is Part of His Plan

“Crush Me”

“Oh, that I might have my request,
that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
That it would please God to crush me . . .”  Job 6:8

I have been in crushing times when relief didn’t come like I wanted.

Lord, I can’t always understand what is going on in my life or the lives of loved ones, and so I cry out for Your mercy.  And here’s a simple poem . . .

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The Crushing Place

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We may not know
what it was like
to be Job

in a place
so desperately thin
he’d ask God
to crush him

but for those that
do know
that are there

we cry out
for mercy
and hold them
in prayer.

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Deb Feller’s Blog– Simple Poems, A Simple Blog:  http://wp.me/K8fw

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