Since He came, a fallen world
Can be reconciled through Him.
The lives that sin defiles
Can be made new again.
Since He came, the chains that bind us
Can be loosed and lives are freed.
The bondages of Satan fall
With every “I believe!”
Since He came, new hope was born,
With great promises to claim!
The gift of man’s salvation
Was born in Bethlehem.
Since He came, He bids you: “Come”
To Him who yearns for you.
Who extends His open hands
And invites you to be “new.”
Since He came, to seek and save
You have paradise to gain.
By giving Him your heart,
You’ll find LIFE, in Jesus’ name.
By Tom Valles
2 Corinthians 5: 17-18 “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation.”
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Christmas in Iraq - a Poem for Our Soldiers
'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
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
See As Shepherds
First an angel, then a throng;
Glorifying God in song,
Beckoned shepherds: “Come along,
To Bethlehem you now belong!”
Once we reached the manger straw,
God’s appointed Lamb we saw.
Speechless, still and full of awe;
Staring at the face of God.
Now upon our knees we see:
The infant Child’s Divinity.
God through stabled majesty,
Gazing back at me.
A Holy realm before us lies!
Yahweh's love in human eyes.
We fell and worshipped, terrified
Till angels sang and Mary cried.
Shepherds: “Rise, and know your Lord.”
The One through whom mankind’s restored.
We wept, we prayed in one accord
With every breath, we more adored.
“See as shepherds” God implores,
Look intently, see there’s more!
Look until His gaze meets yours,
Stay fixed on Him, forevermore.
By Tom Valles
Luke 2:17,18 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them.
Glorifying God in song,
Beckoned shepherds: “Come along,
To Bethlehem you now belong!”
Once we reached the manger straw,
God’s appointed Lamb we saw.
Speechless, still and full of awe;
Staring at the face of God.
Now upon our knees we see:
The infant Child’s Divinity.
God through stabled majesty,
Gazing back at me.
A Holy realm before us lies!
Yahweh's love in human eyes.
We fell and worshipped, terrified
Till angels sang and Mary cried.
Shepherds: “Rise, and know your Lord.”
The One through whom mankind’s restored.
We wept, we prayed in one accord
With every breath, we more adored.
“See as shepherds” God implores,
Look intently, see there’s more!
Look until His gaze meets yours,
Stay fixed on Him, forevermore.
By Tom Valles
Luke 2:17,18 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Winter Is Just Ahead
The days are glorious this time of year
As yellows, oranges, and reds appear.
I love the brilliant colors all around,
But soon the leaves will fall upon the ground.
This time of year is beautiful, yet sad,
As I recall the many joys I've had.
The beauty of Spring and Summer is past,
Seems that Winter is just ahead at last.
When I think about the seasons of my life,
Knowing Winter’s ahead cuts like a knife.
That knowledge causes me to softly moan,
“How can the seasons have so quickly gone?”
Yes, I know it must be late Fall for me,
And no more Spring and Summer will I see.
All the child rearing is over and done,
As is my childhood, which was filled with fun.
But I choose to savor these fleeting days of Fall;
They have the potential to be the best of all.
Although the "Winter" of my life is just ahead,
Even in that season by God’s hand I'll be led.
Johnnie Ann Gaskill
November 7, 1999
As yellows, oranges, and reds appear.
I love the brilliant colors all around,
But soon the leaves will fall upon the ground.
This time of year is beautiful, yet sad,
As I recall the many joys I've had.
The beauty of Spring and Summer is past,
Seems that Winter is just ahead at last.
When I think about the seasons of my life,
Knowing Winter’s ahead cuts like a knife.
That knowledge causes me to softly moan,
“How can the seasons have so quickly gone?”
Yes, I know it must be late Fall for me,
And no more Spring and Summer will I see.
All the child rearing is over and done,
As is my childhood, which was filled with fun.
But I choose to savor these fleeting days of Fall;
They have the potential to be the best of all.
Although the "Winter" of my life is just ahead,
Even in that season by God’s hand I'll be led.
Johnnie Ann Gaskill
November 7, 1999
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Christian Poets Pen According to Typealyzer
According to a web tool called Typealyzer which is of the personality tests and theories genre, this blog belongs to a group called, The Doers
Typealyzer Quote:
The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.
The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.
Note: writing style on a blog may have little or nothing to do with a person´s self-percieved personality.
What do you think? Does this describe us?
Typealyzer Quote:
The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.
The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.
Note: writing style on a blog may have little or nothing to do with a person´s self-percieved personality.
What do you think? Does this describe us?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Thanksgiving
Once again our glad thanksgivings
Rise before our Father's throne,
As we try to count the blessings
Of the year so swiftly flown;
As we trace the wondrous workings
Of His wisdom, power, and love
And unite our "Holy! Holy!"
With the seraphim above.
As we gather round our firesides
On this new Thanksgiving Day
Time would fail to count the blessings
That have followed all our way.
Grace sufficient, help and healing,
Prayers oft answered at our call;
And the best of all our blessings,
Christ Himself, our All in All.
He has blessed our favored country
With a free and bounteous hand;
Peace and plenty in our borders,
Liberty through all our land.
And although our sins and follies
Oft provoke Him to His face,
Mercy still restrains His judgements,
And prolongs our day of grace.
While we love to count the blessings,
Grateful for the year that's gone,
Faith would sweep a wider vision,
Hope would gaze yet farther on.
For the signals all around us
Seem with one accord to say,
"Christ is coming soon to bring us
Earth's last, best, Thanksgiving Day!"
by A.B. Simpson
1843-1919
Luke 21: 28 When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near
Rise before our Father's throne,
As we try to count the blessings
Of the year so swiftly flown;
As we trace the wondrous workings
Of His wisdom, power, and love
And unite our "Holy! Holy!"
With the seraphim above.
As we gather round our firesides
On this new Thanksgiving Day
Time would fail to count the blessings
That have followed all our way.
Grace sufficient, help and healing,
Prayers oft answered at our call;
And the best of all our blessings,
Christ Himself, our All in All.
He has blessed our favored country
With a free and bounteous hand;
Peace and plenty in our borders,
Liberty through all our land.
And although our sins and follies
Oft provoke Him to His face,
Mercy still restrains His judgements,
And prolongs our day of grace.
While we love to count the blessings,
Grateful for the year that's gone,
Faith would sweep a wider vision,
Hope would gaze yet farther on.
For the signals all around us
Seem with one accord to say,
"Christ is coming soon to bring us
Earth's last, best, Thanksgiving Day!"
by A.B. Simpson
1843-1919
Luke 21: 28 When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near
Article About Christian Poet's Pen!
There is an article about Christian Poet's Pen up at Christian Poet's Pen: New Blog/Zine for Christian Poets
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For any new folks who want to join us, first post a couple of your poems here as comments and let us know you are interested in being a regular contributer. Then set up a profile here on blogger for yourself with your contact information so we can reach you. We will check out your poems and let you know!
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For any new folks who want to join us, first post a couple of your poems here as comments and let us know you are interested in being a regular contributer. Then set up a profile here on blogger for yourself with your contact information so we can reach you. We will check out your poems and let you know!
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