“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
Pr. Lowe is having a little computer trouble, so I’m helping out and shining a little light into his world and yours today.
Light
The Light of life
Piercing the darkness
Illuminating truth
Clearing away strife
The Light of the world
Displacing hopelessness
Radiating pure grace
His majesty unfurled
The one true Light
Savior of the lost
Shining in the darkness
To the blind giving sight
When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12 (NIV).
I have been inspired (perhaps foolishly) by others who have stepped up and shared poems they have written. They are great!
Shortly after being diagnosed as mentally ill, I started to write (or scawl) verses. I could never get the rhyme down, but I did start to grasp the imagery. I filled up a “composition book.” I sincerely hope you will look kindly on these “mongrelized verses,” not judging too harshly.
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Spring
Young grass, a ferocious green that an artist could hardly grasp, dewy freshness and I resist a severe temptation to shed my shoes and walk into a place where I absorb a spring life into my being.
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Manic
Encountering a revved up edition of myself, I’m always moving in sky. Just like superman or a jaded circus performer shot out of his cannon. Gravity simply has lost its grip on me. I am a law breaker of the worst sort as I flit and flash about in this blue limen that I now rule.
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Wife
She captured me with her 5000 kilowatt smile big enough and bright enough to blaze my black and white world with just her glance. Her laugh takes me apart and I discover I have been completely dismantled. (After all, I have just beheld the eighth wonder of the world.) With feminine technicolor and an infrared awareness she sweeps me up into this place and my ears pop with a fresh sense of grace given to me.
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Ungrace Me
Ungrace me and then stand back as I implode, a million pieces of waste and ruin. All with a 20/200 vision of a heart that has suddenly lost its way into the hateful darkness. It is at this that an epiphany pushes on me– Jesus, with pierced hands He draws me home.
“Then the men who were designated by name rose up and took the captives, and from the spoil they clothed all who were naked among them, dressed them and gave them sandals, gave them food and drink, and anointed them; and they let all the feeble ones ride on donkeys. So they brought them to their brethren at Jericho, the city of palm trees. Then they returned to Samaria.”
2 Chronicles 28:15
I once was held captive by sin, ransacked and naked, starving and bereft of hope.
Lord, thank You for saving me, restoring me and returning me to the place I belong . . with You. And here’s a simple poem . . .
Brought Back
Love clothes me and feeds me and fills up my flaws. Love anoints me and establishes me in the presence of all.
Broken Believers 