Tag Archives: Change

LITTLE CHILD

12 Apr

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, To preach the acceptable year of the Lord. Luke 4:18-19

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Huddled mass, skin and bone,

Family gone, not a home.

Alcohol, to soothe the pain,

Curb the heat, repel the rain.

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The future looks very bleak,

Live day by day, week by week.

Need to change, don’t know how,

Need it bad, need it now.

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Little child, deep inside,

I am here, I am light,

Come to Me,

You’ll be free.

I am Jesus.

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Every night, fight and steal,

Need the drugs, need to deal.

Seated deep, anger hides,

Worthlessness, fear inside.

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Drugs help forget, take you high,

Just for today, it’s gone tonight.

Have to stop, too much strife,

I want to love, I want a life.

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Little child, deep inside,

I am here, I am light,

Come to Me,

You’ll be free.

I am Jesus.

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Daytime I sleep, nights work the street,

Sometimes it’s okay, sometimes I’m beat.

Don’t matter to no one, no one to care,

I can’t run away, I wouldn’t dare.

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I still have a family, ran away from that mess,

Afraid to go back, they hate me, I guess.

I want to be wanted, want someone to care,

I need arms to hold me, someone to be there.

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Little child, deep inside,

I am here, I am light,

Come to Me,

You’ll be free.

I am Jesus

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Work all day, sometimes nights,

Work is tough, at home we fight.

Plagued by bills, how can we pay,

Sometimes I want to run away.

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A wife and kids, they need to be fed,

Would they do better with me dead.

I can’t hardly cope with the pressure today,

There must be something, there must be a way.

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Little child, deep inside,

I am here, I am light,

Come to Me,

You’ll be free.

I am Jesus.

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Home all day, kids to tend,

House to clean, clothes to mend.

Screaming and fussing, night and day,

I want out, but there’s no way.

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Husband’s late, if he comes home at all.

Drinking and fighting, never does call.

Don’t want today, don’t want tomorrow,

There must be some way to end this sorrow.

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Little child, deep inside,

I am here, I am light,

Come to Me,

You’ll be free.

I am Jesus.

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When it all seems to hard,

When there seems no way out,

When it all seems so hopeless,

Lives of anger and doubt.

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There’s one who can help you,

He’s faithful and strong.

He’s waiting to greet you,

Whatever your wrongs.

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He is Jesus.

Written 3/17/95

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MOAB IS MY WASHPOT

24 Nov

Psalm 60 and Psalm 108

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I have been set between two warring factions,

Each is dear to my heart.

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I stand between the two and push each back,

Trying in the physical to do that,

Which only the spiritual can change.

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The anger and violence that explodes is frightening,

It cannot continue – it must not.

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One faction leaves in rage,

Tainting the lives of those left behind.

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I grieve.

I grieve in travail that seemingly,

Cannot be quenched.

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I pray and clean my house,

I pray and stand in faith,

I pray and wait for my miracle,

It is taking so long.

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“Moab is my washpot,” says God,

my thorn, of incestuous birth,

and my cleansing bowl.

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Moab is my washpot,

A chosen outsider that I love,

With all of my heart.

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I long to draw him close,

Yet he has pushed me far away.

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I kneel before God,

Cleansing my past,

Cleansing my generations,

Cleansing the ground on which I stand,

Cleansing the future for my family to come.

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As I prepare a new path,

A new home, a new way,

The heaviness of anger and grief lift.

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When my loved one returns,

Peace will overcome turmoil,

Love will overcome rage.

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There will be much pain to be healed,

There will be times of testing,

Times of patience,

Times of re-washing and cleansing,

Times of reconciliation.

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I bless God for the times that Moab rose up,

For we had a mere existence,

An acceptance of the way things were,

Things that were not right.

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Without Moab, things might never have changed,

Now God can work His will,

In drawing us together,

The way we should have always been,

But couldn’t find the way.

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Thank you God, for the trial of Moab.

 

 

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Written 2-8-2001

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CHANGES

12 Oct

And Jesus, when he was baptized, went up straightway out of the water: and, lo, the heavens were opened unto him, and he saw the Spirit of God.    Matthew 3:16

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Life races by in a smattering of light and noise,

Glimpses of love and warmth stir past.

How could I have missed the changes?

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Oh, to stand still and recognize the fragrance of time.

To linger long enough to be refreshed in a spring rain.

To notice that flowers grow wild in a field.

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Help me, Lord, to stop and see,

The simple treasures,

You’ve given to me.

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Written 2-6-2002

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FALLEN FRUIT

7 Oct

 

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23

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Stepping up to an office,

Stationed by God,

I stand in the valley of change.

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Casting down yesterday’s garments,

Putting on the mantle of righteousness,

Sending out the proclamation,

The ways of the past are cut off,

Tomorrow we walk anew.

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Many are the voices of comfort,

That come against me.

My shield drops in disappointment.

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The arrows of discontent,

And false accusation wound me,

Causing my fruit to be pierced,

And fall down around my feet.

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Then, I recognize the voice,

Not the voice of the brethren,

Only the vessel,

Confused for a season.

It is the voice of the enemy.

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I cast off hurt as I raise my shield.

Many fruit have fallen,

My branches are broken and splintered,

But next to the wounds are buds of hope,

Watered by the words of the spirit,

Preparing the branches for an abundance,

Of new fruit.

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Written 2-7-2001

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