To Pine for Christ

Do you have a secret, quiet place
To pine for Christ the Lord?
Do you have a prayer closet space
Where only He’s adored?

Do you seek His daily bread
To pine for Christ the King?
Do you read ‘til fully fed,
Then overflow with singing?

Do you bid the Spirit’s presence
To pine for Christ the Savior?
Has He filled you with His essence
And the joy His angels savor?

Do you break down on your knees
To pine for Christ the Healer?
Have you lingered ‘til you seize
Precious “pearls” from the Revealer?

Do you knock on Heaven’s gate
To pine for Christ’s decision?
Do you want His will and wait
Then accept the Lord’s provision?

Do your tears as rivers run
To pine for Christ the Sovereign?
Do you “get” all He has done
And want nothing less than all of Him?

By Tom Valles

Isaiah 26: 9 “My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you. When your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.”

Earthly Giants

We all have our own earthly giants,
Challenges we must meet.
Obstacles meant to be overcome
Or our lives are full of defeat.

We do not begin with "Goliath"
But first fight the lion and bear,
For confidence comes with each new success
And faith is the armor we wear.

With every success there's new battles,
And when we "Goliath" must meet,
The past has prepared us, for God has not spared us,
Our giants will lay at our feet.

For Father's Day

All the things I never told my father:

For all the times
I never told you thank you,
For all the times
I ignored what you said,
For all the years
I acted so indifferent,
I want to say
how much I thank you, Dad.


These are the things I should have often told you,
But usually they were left unsaid;
Now these are words that weigh heavy upon me -
How much I want to say, I love you, Dad.

For all the times you reached and I rebuffed you,
For all the years I scoffed at things you said,
I want to say how much I miss my father,
And how I wish I could tell you now, Dad.


Read more:
Father's Day Poems - Poetry for Father's Day

When He Breathes

Soft, still, the silence heaves
I inhale, the Spirit breathes;
Flowing, growing Christ bestowing
Life and strength surpassing knowing.

Scented, soothing, respiration
Taking in His inspiration;
Filling, feeling Christ exalted
Love and Grace supremely vaulted.

Sure, secure the Spirit wind
Where flows the Sovereign;
God revealing Christ resplendent
Hope and purpose codependent.

When He breathes upon the morn
Hope has dawned and life is born;
He my all in all shall be
From now unto eternity.

By Tom Valles

Job 33:4 “The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.”

Olympic Color

Colorful flags are flying,
Excitement's in the air,
And uniforms are on display,
The crowds are everywhere.

Each nation's represented,
Their flags are proudly borne,
The colors bright and beautiful
So gloriously adorn.

The Olympic flag's a symbol...
The five rings intertwined...
To show that all five continents
Unite as humankind.

Blue and yellow, black and green
And red upon the white,
One color shows up somewhere
On every country's flight.

As flags unfurl and athletes stand
Our hearts lift high with pride,
Our best is represented,
Their hard work justified.

As colorful as the display
It pales to what I'll see
When one day heaven is my home
What God prepares for me.

Then too I'll stand before the judge,
I'll raise my banner high,
And hopefully His heart will sing
And proudly He will sigh...

"My child, it is finished,
Your work at last is done,
Achievements did not get you here
But My race you have run.

My blood has covered all your sins,
And you are free at last,
A world of color I've prepared
A world that's unsurpassed."


"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him." I Corinthians 2:9 (New International Version)

Poem: Forgiveness

We are wronged by people daily,
but to not forgive is unconscionable.
The Universal King had died for all;
for in eternity's view, we're pardonable.

He has given absolute amnesty
to everyone who has accepted Him.
Make no mistake about this unmerited immunity -
Grace's favor (over the course of Life) wears thin.

Death is inevitable, and our spirits
this mortal frame will leave;
so take advantage of God's condonation
to be granted a heavenly reprieve.

Human lives hang in limbo
under the penalty of death;
speak kindly of others and refrain...
From another wasted breath.



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Author Notes:

Condonation is a real word: you can see more about it at: http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&va=condonation


Since I believe in the Christ's resurrection, His death is in the past tense.

Poem: Visionless?

Visionless is no way to be:
having sight, yet unable to see.
Soul's blindness that's dark and deep
indicates your spirit is fast asleep.

Use the Word to ignite your inner spark
and awaken your slumber by the Lord's Light.
To have Life's purpose and meaning for self
promotes character and personal delight.

Having vision is intended for all,
so get fitted with some new glasses.
Accomplishments are attainable, provided you're
willing to use God's Word, while getting off your....



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From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3

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Temporary Housing

Temporary housing...
That's all this body is,
A place in which the Spirit dwells,
It is not mine, but His.

It serves a purpose in this world,
A means to serve, to do,
But it won't last forever
Though I worry, fret and stew.

It's true that it's important
But not my main concern,
Investing in eternity
Is what my soul must learn.

So if my body is not all
That I would choose or ask,
I can be certain it's equipped
For my appointed task.

Whatever my God asks of me,
For that He will equip,
And that alone is all I need
And it will last the trip.

With any earthly housing
Of course we must take care,
But it is not our prime concern,
It's only what we wear.

Someday I'll shed these earthly clothes,
This body's chains I'll flee.
Fatigue and pain will disappear
At last be truly free.

II Corinthians 5:1-19