Sunday, December 27, 2009

New Year Acrostic - a Poem for the New Year

While this is not a spiritual poem, here is an acrostic poem for the New Year.

A poem in the acrostic form about the New Year

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Jesus, our Foundation , was Laid in a Manger .

Jesus Christ , Son of God
He was born on Christmas day
The Saviour came to save the world
even from a hay filled manger, where the tiny baby, laid.

The sheep and cattle standing near
Yes, standing guard by the Savior's bed
As the angels sing in triumph Glory
What joy , these words , long ago might have been said:

Praise to the sweet , baby boy
who , one day , would become the Redeemer and the King
Oh what love began, even from that manger stall
as our Jesus, laid the foundation , for what Truth would bring.

That He would come from Bethlehem
The birth, a miracle to all who would see
The Holy child in Mary's arms
A Savior, Jesus , who became the Gift to all humanity.

For this Child, it was a humble birth
yes, the King was born that day
He came to pay the price for us all
Yes, Jesus our Lord, came to wash our sins away.

And so I sing to the One born that night
Praise God, my King came to set me free -
Jesus, I praise you now, and Love you SO!
Yes, You are the Savior, from Galilee.

This Christmas holds more meaning for me
His Love that brings such inner peace
As my heart sings songs of Adoration before my King
I'll bow down , and worship at my Jesus' feet.

Oh how I'll praise the newborn baby Child
whose bed was a lowly manger filled with hay
and though only a manger laid for a miraculous birth
It is Jesus , whose foundation was laid, for the world , today.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Mary's Choice

Certainly inconvenient,
Embarrassing no doubt,
That one so young a baby bore
Yet sought for no way out.

Most likely ridiculed,
By holy men condemned,
Yet Mary knew she'd heard from God,
On Him she could depend.

Unmarried, still a virgin,
She chose to this life spare,
And I for one am, oh, so glad
God planted His seed there.

She chose to carry this small babe,
He lived beneath her heart,
Because of her obedience
God could His love impart.

My future lay within her hands,
Her choice, but my salvation,
This life she carried willingly,
Christ Jesus, my foundation.

Every Ping

I can’t recall when first I felt
My spirit so respond.
When steel on steel produced the “ping”
That ever lingers on.

I cannot hear the ping of steel
And not be at the cross.
I cannot hear and fail to feel
When Satan’s chains were lost.

The ping reminds me, I was freed
When Jesus took the nails!
Every sin was hammered down
And Christ the Lamb prevailed.

Rejoice in every ping of steel
And grasp who loves you most.
A privilege beyond surreal,
That we may in Him boast.

By Tom Valles

Galatians 6:14 “But may it never be that I should boast,
except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through
which the world has been crucified to me,
and I to the world.” NASB

Oil of Joy

A joyous recompense awaits
All who seek thy holiness!
Cleave to love and evil hate,
Receive the oil of righteousness!

Sing anew, sing for joy,
Rejoice in Christ your King!
Bring Him worship, come enjoy
As angels rise and sing.

Cast your every care on Him
And flee all earthward lusts.
Know the joy that fills within
As He becomes your trust.

Psalm 45:7 You love righteousness and hate wickedness; therefore God, your God, has set you above your companions by anointing you with the oil of joy.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Hear me, O Lord!

From my heart , to Father God's:

Shine down on me, Lord Jesus
with Joy and Peace so bright and fair
surround me with Your Glory , O Lord
Oh how I long to meet with You there.

Sing out Your song of blessings
Oh let me hear Your calling out to me
Lord, come sing songs of love and beauty
for its in You, that my song of praise has been set free

I will bring songs of Glory, Honor and Praise
yes,Lord, to the feet of Jesus , I will come
for its Adoration to the King of Kings
on bended knee, I offer , to Jesus, the Holy One!

From Father God, to me :

Yes, Sing to Me of your praises , Child
I love songs of your praise as you rejoice
I Love to sense your Adoration and love for Me
Oh how it brings such joy in knowing your tender voice.

Child, just sing to the Father, Holy Spirit and Son
let your heart rejoice as your lips sing out in praise
for its in the beauty of True Worship , you've come
where I know your heart, hands and voice will be forever raised!

A Plea To The Prodigal

You reach out to the prodigal,
Those who have once known You,
In love You plead for their return
To give them life anew...

"You've searched the wide world over,
Fulfillment You'll not find,
Replacing Me with idols,
You've left Me far behind.

For nothing, no one, can provide
The love that your heart needs,
But I, My child, created you,
Your dreams My love exceeds.

I have a perfect plan for you
Designed with you in mind.
But you can't walk away from Me
And satisfaction find.

For there is none more miserable
Than those who've once known Me,
A battle rages in your soul
That only I can free.

But if You choose to follow Me
My blessings I'll restore,
No longer need you search in vain
For what you're longing for.

Your life still has a purpose,
It is not lived in vain,
Return to Me, you cannot lose,
And everything you gain."

Monday, December 21, 2009

Jesus, my Power Source of Life

Lord we humble ourselves with grateful hearts
at the miracle of Your virgin birth
The love you shared when you died for all
Oh Lord, Your Love came down to touch this earth.

For Your life is like a light today
Shining brightly in the dark of night
Yet, filling the world with Your Presence so warm
for us , it's from Your Father’s Glorious light.

Lord, it's Your Love that I long to know
so Your light will be what others see
May the beautiful reflection of your Grace abound
Lord, let all that's seen be the Presence of your Glory and Majesty.

Lord, as Your spirit comes deeper in me
please shine wherever we are
your Glorious and wondrous Majesty awakes
Lord, in me, let Your beauty shine like a falling star.

Lord Jesus , a flame of passion , into me bring
I ask that You send Your Power so that it won't dim
Ignite in me, an offering of worship and praise , My God
let your Glory come forth, and shine brightly , within.

Yes, into me bring Your Power source of Light
may it shine bright wherever I go
and as the celebration of Your Holy birth draws near
Lord Jesus - receive my gift of Adoration , from here below.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

To Jesus, All Glory shall Behold!

Picturing a sweet innocent child
with a perfect boy's tiny face.
And then to think of all Jesus gave
as our Savior poured out His Amazing Grace

Just as a bird sings out its song
the melody of Jesus birth , ringing in my ears
its because of the birth, and Love of a baby boy child
that the Christmas Story is told year, after year.

We play songs and carols to God on High
their melodies lift up our inner soul
and because of the manger and all that took place
our praise is given to the One whose Glory shall behold!

Jesus, this is my prayer - to see only You
not just now, at Christmas time
but when troubles come , and when life gets hard
Lord, may then my offer of praise be lifted to God divine.

Hear then my heart, as I sing this song:
Oh Lord, of Lords - You are the Savior of All
and with songs of praise, that come from my heart
Lord Jesus, in praise, to my knees, before the King I will fall..

Hallelujah to the Savior of Man
I bring gifts to Adore the Feet of the One who died
and from a baby born in a lowly manger stall
its because of Jesus - whose Love is fully supplied..

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Oh what a Holy Night it must have been!

In the quiet of a star filled night
I can imagine angels who would sing
for a baby born in a manger stall
as there were no other room , that rest could bring.

Picturing a gentle voice, whispered low
to Joseph and Mary, saying " do not fear "
This is a place of quiet, soothing rest
as Jesus' birth comes , it is My peace that will draws near.

And so it was,a birth of a newborn child
who would become our Savior to walk upon this earth
from newborn babe, to simple carpenter by trade
yes, it was Jesus - a miracle of a sinless birth.

Oh , from this little baby, an Innocent Child
with Love , He came to offer , by nail scarred hands
From His humble beginning, in a lowly , manger one night
to His death and Victory, the fulfillment of Gods most Holy plan.

And so , Mary and Joseph , in that darkened night
cradled and nurtured the baby Jesus by their love
born in a stable for there was no room at the inn
we celebrate Jesus, as Love came down, from Heaven above.

I just wanted to share this poem, as it came to me a few minutes ago. My heart is humbled to know, and love , and be loved by such a perfect Savior, Jesus Christ..

A Cry For Love

The heart knows no greater hunger,
The need for love is strong,
Our flesh will do such crazy things
To feel that we belong.

We try to draw attention
To see if people care,
And still the heart unsatisfied
Feels only deep despair.

But, thank God, there's an answer,
We can be satisfied,
We've yearned for something more in life
That cannot be denied.

Such peace, contentment, can be ours,
Our yearnings will find rest,
In Jesus all we need is found,
Our need for love expressed.

No longer need we flounder,
The love for which we've yearned
Is freely given and received,
It never can be earned.

So when the soul cries out for love
We search the world in vain,
For only Jesus satisfies
And His love will remain.

"Oh, that men would praise (and confess to) the Lord His goodness and loving-kindness, and His wonderful works to the children of men!
For He satisfies the longing soul, and fills the hungry soul with good." Psalms 107:8-9 (Amplified)

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Song of Christmas

A newborn baby born one darkened night
swaddled in a blanket in a manger , warm and small
This child, one day, who would lay down His life
Was Jesus, who came to redeem the sin of one, and all.

This tiny baby , yes a miracle of birth
but His story of Hope He would one day , tell
His birth, in that lowly straw filled stable , that night
came to give the world, Jesus, our " Immanuel "

Yes Immanuel, the King of Kings
from baby to Redeemer , the Holy One
from colors of purple and gold, and crimson and white
It is Jesus the Savior, whose story I'll share with everyone

Yes, Christmas time will always be
about the babe born for the redemption of one , and all
and as we sing songs of Joy and Peace of a tiny baby born
its songs of Glory that I'll sing to the Babe born in that manger stall.

This tiny baby , yes a miracle of birth
but His story of Hope He would one day , tell
His birth, in that lowly straw filled stable , that night
came to give the world, Jesus, our " Immanuel "

Yes Immanuel, the King of Kings
from baby to Redeemer , the Holy One
from colors of purple and gold, and crimson and white
It is Jesus the Savior, whose story I'll share with everyone.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Humility Perfected

The Great “I AM” that could not stand
Yet held the fate of man in hand.
Jehovah Jireh laid to rest
Upon the milk of Mary’s breast.
The Prince of Peace of priests despised
Would heal the lame and open eyes.
Infant, holy radiant infant
When God became a babe.
Through Christ, a way to God had come
And hope’s foundation laid.
Who scarce can ascertain the depth
And wonder of His birth.
Humility perfected,
When Jehovah came to earth.

Philippians 2:8 Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

A Revelation Of God's Love

Do you question God's great love,
That He wants to speak to you,
That an intimate relationship
He has in store for you?

Do you feel it's just mere words,
That God is distant, doesn't care?
Though creation He may order
But of you He's unaware?

Have you pondered, have you wondered,
Why to earth God sent His Son?
Why the privileges of heaven
Would be left and God's will done?

Only love could be the reason,
For this only Jesus came,
If we needed proof from heaven
This alone should love proclaim.

How better to communicate
Then God to come as man,
No other means could He have used
That would the chasm span.

Became a man to man reveal
The depth of love God feels,
This man, God's sacrificial Lamb,
To whom we all shall kneel.

"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again." John 3:16-17 (The Message)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

From Manger, to Throne, our Gift was Laid

A baby born in a manger stall
when there was no room any other place
such a special little baby boy Child
His birth transcending all time and space.

Oh yes, its a birth to celebrate
we sing happy birthday to the King
such a tiny child, born in a manger stall
we celebrate with praises lifted as we sing.

Its your birthday,Jesus, as a little baby boy
but its also for a King who came to Reign
we sing Holy, Holy to the newborn King
for Your birth will always be the same.

It is His birth so awesome to describe
and new life that came from His deep abiding love
it's the cross in which a boy , turned Savior was placed
but it's Jesus the King, that Rose to the Throne above.

Oh yes, we sing Holy, Holy, Holy
to Jesus, who laid in a manger filled with hay
from this little boy born in a manger one night
to become the Hope for the world today..

It's Your birthday,Jesus,as a little boy child
but its also for You, a King who came to reign
we sing Glory Hallelujah, to the King of Kings
for Your birth assures us that our lives will never again, be the same.


Here we are awaiting Christmas
Storing up our gifts and food
Spending lots of lovely money
Don't forget, we must include
Auntie Betty, Uncle Norman
Cards for all upon our list
Daren't forget a single person
Can't upset the one that's missed.

Whilst were stuffing all the turkey
Christmas pud helped down with wine
Slumping down in front of tele
Snoring through the pantomime
This is usual for the masses
Greed and gluttony abound
Whilst, outside, the homeless passes
Searching pavements for a pound.

Jesus Christ was born at Christmas
Sent to earth to save us all
Lived to serve all those around Him
Always perfect, standing tall
Helped the leper, healed the cripple
Underdog and down and out
Suffered greatly for His mercy
Hated by the men with clout.

So we must be all like Jesus
Following His every way
Showing love to all who need it
Living in His humble way
For He loves a cheerful giver
One who relegates himself
To the role of peoples servant
That is how we earn our wealth.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Christmas in Iraq

I wrote this poem in 2005 for a soldier I sponsored in Iraq, and thought I would share it again this year for all our military men and women away from home -- wherever they may be...

Christmas in Iraq

'Twas the night before Christmas in an Iraqi town;
And our brave U.S. forces had all just hunkered down.
Not a Humvee was moving, not a Jeep stirred the sand
As troops dreamed of their homes, each and every man.
Some longed for their sweethearts, other men missed their moms,
Others missed sons and daughters not seen for so long.
Sugarplums would be nice, but much nicer to be
At home with their loved ones 'neath their own Christmas tree.

When what to their wondering ears should be heard,
But the faint sounds of carols, music and joyful words.
At first heard so faintly, then the sound grew and grew --
The sound of your loved ones singing carols for you.
For you are not forgotten, you are not alone;
You are missed by the people you keep safe at home,
And we remember you as the Christmas bells ring,
As you're watched by the Christ Child whose carols we sing.

For no matter how far from your home you may be,
There once was a Babe born for you and for me.
So hark to the carols as their music draws nigh,
And look to the stars in the Iraqi sky.
Remember the star which on Bethlehem shone,
The star that still guides those who yearn to be Home.
So as Christmas Day dawns over here, over there --
Merry Christmas to you, with our love, thanks, and prayers.

© by Kathryn E. Darden

Saturday, December 5, 2009

The First Christmas Present

Plans in the making...
A wedding there'd be!
Yes, Joseph and Mary
(And baby) make three!

But wait just a moment...
Let's start at the start...
Or lo and behold,
We'll miss the best part!

Before they were married,
Before they were "one",
Young Mary discovered
She'd have God's dear Son.

No breaking headlines,
No "Special Reports",
No TVs, no faxes,
No phones of all sorts!

To Mary, young Mary,
Alone, perhaps praying,
An angel appeared and...
What was he saying?

"By God's Holy Spirit
A mother she'd be,
She'd bear God's own Son!"
Was the angel's decree.

The first Christmas present...
No package, no tree,
With no Christmas wish lists
And no shopping spree.

This first Christmas present,
A gift to us all,
When God though so big
Would become, oh, so small.

Almighty God chose
To show us His love,
So He sent us His Son as
A babe from above.

A model for living
His Son would become,
Our sin, yes, the sin
Of the world overcome.

Through His birth and His death
All men would be blessed,
For God cared enough
To send us His best!

This babe grew to manhood
And took on our sin,
Then rose from the dead
Off'ring life to all men.

For God doesn't do things
The way we expect,
But He's always precise
And He's always direct!