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Thursday Story

Butterfly with Deb Jarzabek

 

I was tiny,
A mere dot in a huge world.
I could have been blown away
or devoured by something larger than myself.
Yet, I increased in size and strength.

My legs took me on a
seemingly endless journey
Repeatedly, as I grew,
I removed my decorative coat
for a new one.

I had all I needed
and my life was carefree.
Eventually, my body began to change.
To protectively hide,
I covered myself with my silk blanket
What is happening to me?

Oh the agony.
No one sees as I tightly hide.
New shapes begin to form.
I feel all alone,
and the only sound I hear is my own.

Lord what is happening?
I am deformed! Rescue me please!
I do not understand!
Then, I hear a soft voice,
it gets clearer and clearer.
I've heard it before.

"Come out", it said
I struggle with all my might.
In great determination
I crack open my hardened silk blanket.
I can see the light.

I felt blinded and alone for so long!
Little by little, and now I am finally OUT!
Oh to breathe the fresh air,
to see the sun shinning again!

Then I remember,
I remember who I was.
I remember how deformed I became and I wonder,
what has become of me now.

He tells me,
"I allowed you the time of brokenness.
I allowed you the time of pain.
I was with you through it all.

Because of Me you are not the same.
I gave you wings for freedom
to go beyond where you could imagine.
I decorated your wings.

As others see your beauty
they will be reminded of Me."

©2014 Debra Jarzabek

 

 

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Partakers Poetry

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Haven't You Heard?

 

by Milly Stegall George



Haven't you heard?
He lives in me.
Jesus my Lord has set me free.
He set me apart when He entered my heart.
And oh the joy He's given me!
What joy He's given me!

Haven't you heard?
He's Lord of Lords.
He's the one Whom I've adored.
He loves me so much He died for me.
Oh what love to me from Thee
what love to me from Thee!

Haven't you heard?
That He's the Way
the Truth; the Life!
Hear what I say!
He changed me from the inside out!
My Lord has made me dance and shout!

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Sunday Worship

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Prayer For A Broken Country

by Sue Goodall

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Dear Lord,

Let others see in me:

An ounce of love;

A millilitre of kindness;

A drop of hope;

The tiniest flame of

Something different.

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Dear Lord,

Help me to be:

A reservoir of love;

A resource of kindness;

A ray of hope;

The tiniest reveal of

Something enviable.

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Dear Lord,

Let others meeting me:

Be open to see;

Open to hear;

And open to ask

All that they need to know

To meet you themselves.

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Amen

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About Sue Goodall

I was born in 1963 in Enfield and love writing, painting and singing. (Singing Grade V and clarinet grade VIII). Not to mention photography. I am a mum of one teen daughter and have two rescue cats. The three of them are very much loved and central to my life, as is my faith...

I became a Christian when I was eighteen. It's been a rollercoaster ride but without Him, well....

I LOVE the written word and find poetry can say - in my own, private opinion - so much more in such a few words. It can paint a metaphorical picture, get the reader considering and questioning and touch people's emotions.

I had prayed and asked God that is He would have me pursue writing and wanted to use the poems to speak to other people, He would show my CLEARLY and open doors. The next day, Dave Roberts asked me to record two poems.... WOW indeed! He is a great God!

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Sunday Worship

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“‘Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”

Matthew 11:28-29 (New International Version)

Come

by Sue Goodall

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''Come,'' He said.

''I love you,'' He said.

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As I felt myself steadily led

To the place at His feet where -

In my head;

In my heart;

In my soul;

I knew so well.

This was the place I should always have been.

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''Come,'' He said.

''I love you,'' He said.

''I come,'' I said

''I love you,'' I said.

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I fell in love with Jesus

by Meagan

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I fell in Love with Jesus as i began to pray He came to me in a moment when i called on His Name I fell in love with Jesus and in my heart i heard Him say my daughter, i have loved you before you were ever born and now i am so happy that you have taken notice of my love for you and how much you are adored

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I fell in love with Jesus as i began to praise and worship Him as my Savior and fell on my knees to pray I fell in love with Jesus with my hands raised to reach up to Him for help and was given more than i can say

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He has changed my whole heart inside and out and filled the empty spaces with His Love I cried and cried to ask His forgiveness for not realizing it before of how much He sacrificed to make my life worth living for

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He showers me with love like a spring time rain and gives me all i ask Him for by the power of His name He holds me close whenever i'm unsure and tells me that He's there for me and will always stay the same

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I fell in love with Jesus and i gave him all of me He took what i gave and made me into something I could never be without Him I was nothing according to the word but with Him i am loved completely and wonderfully free

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Poem - Home

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Home

By: Christi Armstrong

Recited by Jenny

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Some unforgivable idea

beckons from beyond my pain.

My attention centers on the darkness that suffocates my brain.

Come with me,

I hear a voice say,

as it injects me deeper into the fathoms

of my hidden experiences.

"Hello Sweetheart,"

the voice invades my head.

"How was your day?

Is your heart doing well?"

I hope.

Another voice calls.

Come with me.

Listen to the rain.

It waits patiently to drown your being.

My mouth opens,

To the vain pressure of silence,

the thief of my intent to protest.

Life,

vitality,

love spin in my stomach,

dizzy, with no place to go.

My feeble attempt to escape

plunges me deeper into my leech dried veins.

My panicked heart cramps,

grasping for the crimson oasis

that taunts my survival.

Desperately,

I cling as my lungs collapse,

in a bed of eternal delirium.

Pale eyes look up,

confused at the figure before me.

His soft compassion,

invites and assures me.

He clasps my hand in His.

Through the numbness

I can hear his quiet voice,

longingly call my name.

"It's time to go child",

he encourages,

as I gingerly touch the hole in his hand.

My pain gone,

I look to Him.

"I'm ready,"

I cry,

as gently He pulls me into His peace.

My Abba Father,

my daddy and I cross the rocky shores

of earthly existence, together.

He sets me down

and holds me at his side as quietly,

I gaze into His promise of gold.

My knees cave beneath me.

My face on his perfect feet,

those feet that faithfully carried my life,

my breath,

my soul,

with each step that I did not deserve.

"Well done, my daughter",

His majestic voice soothes,

"welcome home!"

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