How To Cope

I’ve got a “full moon” migraine, they come as no surprise;
They’re bound to be repeated once a month.
I think I have them conquered, I think I’m in control;
And once again it’s there before my eyes.

It drives me to the darkness, a place of solitude;
It draws away my every ounce of strength.
I’m forced to total silence, for sounds are amplified;
I live in this environment for many days at length.

So far there’s no solution, it’s “live” with what you’ve got;
Just carry on for it is bound to cease.
I struggle to be patient, to wait it out, endure,
Yet silently I’m longing for release.

But then I look at others who carry greater pain,
Who suffer a disease that has no cure.
I realize my blessings, I’m grateful to be me,
I empathize with what they must endure.

Forgive me for complaining or being in despair,
For feeling like these things will never end.
Let me find reassurance that change is bound to come,
And in a day or so I’m on the mend.

There will be reoccurrence; it’s been like this for years,
But I’ve survived these bouts that come and go.
I’ learned how to survive them and keep the upper hand,
And through it all I’ve watched my patience grow.

I do not let it rule me, nor give into the pain,
I postpone all such things that irritate.
I wait, I know I have to, or I will feel distress,
The work is always there and it will wait.

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What Is Wrong With Humanity?

Why can’t we as humans get along
Why do we strive and fight
Could it be deep down inside
That something is just not right
Why do we feel entitled
Like life should treat us fair
But who determines right and wrong
To what do we compare
Is there anyone in this broken world
Who holds the missing key
To release us from our prison cells
Who can stop our enmity
Yes, there is One; I know His name
I walk with Him each day
He takes away fear and anxiety
That the world daily throws my way
So if you truly want to know
How life was meant to be
The answers are found in Jesus Christ
And the Godhead Trinity.

Hope this poem gives you the push today that Jesus got you anytime, any day.

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Depressed? Alone? Tired? Afraid? Take heart–God Thinks You Are Great.

Something motivating for you today.

If you think you’re thick and naff
Hate to see your photograph
Self worth sinking in the bath
God thinks you are great.

Wander through a boring life
Avoidance of all kinds of strife
Sever friendships with a knife
God thinks you are great.

Need to change your point of view
Jesus died alone for you
Wants to make you all brand new
God thinks you are great.

Jesus knocking at your door
He is what you’re looking for
Let His Spirit heal your sores
Cos God thinks you are great.

How Can I Love Jesus More?

A question from a concerned reader.

Love is never centered in the external things we do, but in the longing of the heart. The Pharisees read and memorized many books of the Scriptures, prayed long prayers, fasted two times a week, and strictly adhered to all of the religious requirements that they had been taught, but they did not love God. It is great to read the Bible and pray, to sing and praise, and to do all of the other external aspects of religion, but only if we first love God.

Jesus said of the Jewish leaders of His day that the people honor Him with their lips but their heart is far from Him (Matthew 15:7-9). Love towards God is making God the object of one’s affections in the heart. The first and great command is to love God with all of our hearts. As we draw our hearts towards our God, the heart’s desires for sin will weaken.

You ask how you can love Jesus more.

Love is a command in Scripture. Love is drawing our hearts into another. We grow in love as we draw our hearts towards our Savior. We long for Him.

We seek to be with Him. We treasure His company. We meditate on His words. We adore Him. We thank him from the heart. We spend quality time with Him. We do not see Him as the means to something else, but He Himself is the special treasure we seek.

May Jesus become the love of your life, your joy, and delight. If you draw your heart to Him, you will gain a treasure that will supersede the passing pleasures of sin.

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Paradise Vs Pleasure

God forgive us when we leave your side
When we hop on that haunting black ride.

Only to hop right back off again
Returning to you asking forgiveness of sin.

It seems to be an ongoing routine
There’s still filth in our life Lord and we want to be clean.

However these are choices that you give us to make.

For Heaven’s sake . . . literally speaking
What is it that we’re actually seeking?
A life with you or a life of our own selfish desires.

As we continue helping Satan stoke them fires.

When will we recognize this and actually turn . . . for good.

As we should . . . and I know we all mess up that’s very clear.

But when we continue to do the same things over and over again it’s like we show no fear.

No reverence for the one who made us
The one who said he’d never forsake us
The one who felt as though he was forsaken.

Hanging on the cross after the beating he had taken.

Lord give us eyes to see the flesh being torn from your body with each unforgiving strike.

Lord gives us ears to hear your cries so that we may know what it was like.

Lord give us a heart that will feel the excruciating pain that you willingly felt
Lord show us that we are those Romans carrying out the punishment dealt.

Will we scoff at you as one did or will we ask that you remember our name?
When we make that decision to follow you Lord our lives should never be the same.

Eternal paradise or temporary pleasure?

Which one do you really treasure?

Silent Words Are Useless

I’ve got my opinions as any other;
Hopefully, I’ll be clear and you’ll understand that our silent words are useless –

For the trees will willingly clap their hands.

The one true God spoke into existence
the birds, fishes, plants, mammals, Earth and all forms of life including . . .
Humble beginnings of Mankind’s birth.

The sound of our individual voices
is something that God covets and enjoys;

He wants our unadulterated praise verbalized with heartfelt, cheerful, and celebratory noise.

Our real outward expressions of faith
for acknowledging His holy ways
can only be accomplished via . . .
Sincere, loving and audible praise.

So open your mouth during Church worship and praise Him without doubt!
For your silent words are useless –
Causing even the rocks . . . to cry out.

Dust And Destiny: A Reminder That We’re Here Is No Accident.

God formed the first man
From the dust,
As an earthen vessel of clay,
Then blew in his nostrils
The breath of life,
His image to set on display.

As a Master Artist
Shows his passion for life,
On canvas, gold, silver or stone,
So the Lord demonstrated
His wisdom and love,
By not leaving His vessel alone.

The Maker gazed
At earth, water and sky,
At all living things He had created,
But of all the great creatures
That He had made,
In mankind He was pleased and elated.

Some say we are here
By random chance,
Without purpose or reason or rhyme,
But I know the Lord God
Fashioned my life,
Long before the beginning of time.

So you can choose
To think that life,
Is a product of happenstance,
But I will choose
To believe in the God,
Of new life and second chance.

A Sheep Among Wolves

They led Him away bound with chains,
To the mob gathered by the High Priest,
The ones who the very night before,
Celebrated the Passover feast.

He faced off against His accusers alone,
For His friends had forsaken and fled,
The High Priest deemed Him deserving of death,
Long before any words had been said.

The leaders thought they were in control,
That by killing Christ they would soon win,
Blind to the fact that they were on trial,
And that they were condemned in their sin.

They angrily questioned Him and accused,
Claiming blasphemy, treason and lies,
While He spoke not a word to defend Himself,
For He knew He was pure in God’s eyes.

They cried out, “Are You the Son of God?”
Jesus said, “You say rightly I am.”
By those words He sealed His destiny,
Of becoming God’s sacrifice Lamb.

The God who created all mankind,
Chose to lay down His life to atone,
And endured the penalty for our sin,
So that we would not face death alone.

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A Sinner Like Me

Pushing this flesh into alignment,
guided by The Word most holy and pure,
I’m striving to learn principles
for a sanctified life to endure.

My Lord loves me without hesitation
and allowed a part of Himself to die.
He’s calling me homeward without reservation;
by His Spirit, to His side, I’ll eventually fly.photo-1445964047600-cdbdb873673d

Knowing I’m a child of His,
during trying times I find true encouragement.
I’m able to lean on His strength
while in search of heavenly ascent.

Stumbling forward with pained progress,
I’ve chosen to turn myself towards Thee.
On Your path, lit by spiritual Light, I’m hoping…
That You will still forgive… a sinner like me.

Drugged and Delivered

This is not just a poem, but a true life story of an anonymous sister who decided to share her story with the world.

I was once living in a world of drugs
Smoking and drinking not caring who I was
The devil had my life and a good hold on me
I was fighting a battle that I just couldn’t see

I smoked all day and I smoked all night
I prayed when I finished because I knew it wasn’t right
But soon as I got money I started again
Not realizing I was lost in sin

I still prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ
Praying that the Lord would change my life
My family turned their backs on me
My children’s dad he just let me be

So I stayed away doing my thing
Smoking and drinking every day the same
I lost everything that I ever had
My life started to look really bad

But one day the Lord had mercy on me
He answered my prayers and he set me free
I’m filled with the Holy Ghost and speaking in tongues
and now I have the power to make that dirty old devil run

One And The Other

Both men received the same sentence,
Both would serve the same penalty,
One man would live in paradise,
The other too blinded to see.

One’s heart was stonily calloused,
His sins he refused to see,
The other fully acknowledging,
Why he’d been led to Mt. Calvary.

Dragging their crosses behind them,
Gave them time to reflect on their deeds,
One man defiant and hostile,
The other aware of his needs.

But along with the two walked another,
Sentenced to die that same day,
What did he do to justify,
Them treating Him in the same way?
When they’d reached the place called Golgotha,
One thief could no longer pretend,
As their bodies were raised on the crosses,
It was certain his life would soon end.

Both men had heard the stories,
Of this carpenter from Galilee,
Who raised the dead, gave sight to the blind,
And taught of God’s great mystery.

In one it stirred up a yearning,
Of hope that endures past the grave,
The other found only anger,
And a feeling of being betrayed.
One man joined in the mocking,
“If you’re God come and set us free!”

The other studied His countenance,
His poise and His calm dignity.
In the midst of the hatred and taunting,
Jesus spoke words beyond all belief,
“Father please forgive them,”
Not in anger but chocking back grief.

At the words one man’s heart had melted,
The other stayed hardened as stone,
One entered in eyes wide open,
The other in darkness alone.

The words gave one man confidence,
To ask of Him one grand request,
“Lord remember me in your kingdom,”
“I am weary and need peace and rest.”

In the midst of the pain and anquish,
While suffering for all of our vice,
With a look of love, He said to the thief,
“Today you will see paradise.”

Results And Actions

If one day you decide you want,
Something of your own.

You’ll have to do a little work,
Be like a dog after a bone.

Do not expect what you want,
To come knocking at your door.

No matter what it is you want,
You’ll have to dig you own hole.

Good things do not come to those that wait,
But come to those that do.

If you want it bad enough,
You’ll have to see it through.

So get up off your couch,
And decide your next action.

Make something happen for yourself,
And see results and feel satisfaction.

Don’t Find Fault

Pray don’t find fault with the man who limps
Or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load.

There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
Though hidden from view;
Or the burden he bears, placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble, too.

Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today,
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall, or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.

You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you
In the selfsame way at the very selfsame time
Might cause you to struggle, too.

Don’t be hard with the man who sins
Or pelt him with words or stones,
Unless you are sure, and doubly sure
That you have no sins of your own;
For, you know, perhaps, if the tempters voice
Should whisper soft to you
As it did to him when he went astray,
It would cause you to falter, too.