Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

THE OCEAN

The ocean roared

Like a caged tiger

Wave after wave billowed

Rising higher and higher

The vastness of her depth

Was an absolute terror

Further and further the current drew me out

Surely this voyage was in error

I had forgotten who rebukes

The wind and the seas

What little faith I had

As I fell to my knees

There was great calm

In my heart and in the flux

Even the sea obeys Him!

He is Lord; that is the crux.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

MY ANXIOUS HEART

Anxiety envelops the soul

Distress swathes my spirit

Peace comes few and far between

My heart begins to even fear it

Dread fills my brain

With thoughts of the fretful

My body is so restless

My existence is just dreadful!

BUT GOD!

He made the impossible possible

Turned me into a new creature

I once was an orphan; I became adoptable

I will not be anxious about anything

My requests are now made

Through prayer and supplication

With thanksgiving, I am no longer afraid

The peace of God

Which surpasses all understanding

Guards my heart and mind

In Christ Jesus, His love ever-abounding.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

CALL 9-1-1, THAT IS, PSALM 91(1)

When you don’t know where to turn

He can be your refuge and fortress

If you will call on His name and trust

For he who dwells in the shelter of God

Will abide in His shadow

His yoke is easy; His burden is light; He is just

He will cover you

And be your Sanctuary

You will not fear

You will be guarded in all your ways

No plague will come near your house

You will be delivered from the fowler’s snare

He knows your name

Seek to let Him alone satisfy you

The peace you experience will be affirmation

For he who dwells in the shelter of God

Will abide in His shadow

He will show you His salvation.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional-type writing to share an original poem.

Happy Mother’s Day! Much love especially to my Mom, my bride Sarah, and my sister Brittni – all such great Moms. I am also thinking fondly of my Grandmother, Jessie Clark, and her children Janice (Dan), Carol, Beth (Stuart), David, Nancy (Rod), Judy (Buck), and Gregg (Lynn), and my many cousins and family. This is the first Mother’s Day without my Grandmother and we miss her much, but are so very thankful for her life, her legacy, and, above all, that she is with Jesus now. It may seem a little strange to post a poem called “Death’s Delusion” on Mother’s Day, but I know there are a lot of people missing their Mothers today (and Mothers missing their children), and I encourage you all in the hope we have in Jesus Christ. Thank the Lord for the gift of Mothers! Hope you all have a great day!

DEATH’S DELUSION

Death believes he has won the war

When we breathe our last breath

His minions celebrate and shout,

“Another has been claimed by Death!”

Through Jesus, Death is not feared

Though he looks like a dragon, he has been tamed

By the Living King in whom I cling

I cry victoriously, “Oh Death, where is your victory?”

“Oh Death, where is your sting?”

Written 2/27/2020, In loving memory of my Grandmother, Jessie Clark (3/17/1922 – 2/26/2020)

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional type writing to share an original poem.

MY SIN

My sin desires to live

To have a life of its own

The good I would like to do is often a chore

What I don’t want to do, is an easier craft to hone

When faced with temptation

I will battle it with my sword

Because my sin is nailed to the cross

And I bear it no more.

Poems about Jesus.

Each Sunday, I plan on taking a break from devotional type writing to share an original poem.

THE WILLING

One day, I came before the throne

and asked, “Lord, are you willing?”

I have been the chief of sinners

And am in need of your healing

For only you have the power—

The power to make me clean

For I am a hopeless wretch

The likes of which have not been seen

And that’s when it happened

The Lord put out His hand

And He touched me,

Like only He can

There was nothing I could do for myself

It was faith in the One that could bring healing

And now everyday, I will glorify,

Worship and serve the One that was Willing.