HEALING BROKEN HEARTS AND WOUNDED SOULS

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Two broken hearts

They love each other

But they are too afraid

To let give in to each other

To express that feeling that’s burning inside.

They’ve loved before

And got hurt in the process

They are afraid to get hurt again

So they’ve become too careful

Too careful to give it away.

And they end up hurting each other,

Because they don’t want to be hurt again.

Don’t sit there

The world celebrates success

You and I admire successful people

You and I want to succeed

No one will celebrate you for having a good reason not to succeed

No one will admire failure no matter how good the reason for that failure is.

So, let’s get rid of the excuse

The reasons for failure cannot beautify failure

Don’t sit there

Take another step

Do another thing

Even if you never get to the summit

No one will blame you

Because you died trying.

I’m still in the race; and you?

 

We have this treasure in earthen vessels. 2 Corinthians 4:7

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We all carry gold within.

We all are full of great treasure inside

But it is all covered in dross, in rust and dust

And when we finally discover what we carry within

We will not rest until we bring it out

We will willingly bear the refiner’s fire

For we know what beauty will show and glow

Once the refiner’s job is done.

More of you and less of yours

I need your heart more than your purse.

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I need your presence more than you check.

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I need your love more than your money.

You are not single

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You are not single.

You are married to Jesus

One day He will lend you out for a season

To the man who dares present such a request

A faithful steward who will keep you in good shape

And present you to your husband when He comes to take you home

And if your Husband chooses to keep you jealously to Himself

Shout for joy for you are even dearer to His heart, most precious in His sight

And He knows you’ll never find a better husband than the one He is to you.

My supreme love

Thou O Lord art my supreme Love

No other can I love like thee

Thy love for me knows no bounds

And states no condition for me to reach

Whether I’m weary, whether I’m sore

Thou lovest me just the same

With thee I fear no break-up or divorce

For when I’m unworthy thou lovest even more

Give me a heart to love thee forever

For when all else fails to keep the promise

Thy unfailing love for me becomes my refuge.

When darkness reaches out for my soul…

When darkness like an invisible hand

Reaches out for my soul

When I cry for help

But my agony seems to fall

Very so often on deaf ears

Or ears that know not how to handle

When I feel like giving up on life itself

Because the road seems too dark and lonesome

And none but me tread such slimy path,

Then I remember that my Lord knows it all

He wants me well and whole and happy

He sees each tear that wets my cheek

And treads that lonesome path with me

Though I may not see him with eyes wide open

I know He is there because He promised to be

And then I find the strength to get along

Because Daddy is right there with me and for me

I will break into a new song and praise

For though my cheeks are wet with tears

My heart is warm with love unchanging

Thank you Daddy for being there for me.

What God didn’t tell you when you got born again

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That there will be days He seems so far away

That on some days you’ll feel so distant from his grace

That you’ll wet your pillow with tears some nights

That the sun will scorch you in the wilderness some days

That the devil will come after you like a roaring lion

That you’ll have to defeat the giants before you enter the Promise Land.

This would have scared you away from His ultimate purpose for your life.

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But do you know…

That His grace is sufficient and ever present?

That He will never leave you nor forsake you?

That He brings water out of rocks in the wilderness?

That you have authority over that roaring lion?

That, like David you can slay that giant and get the victory?

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

(Romans 8:37)

Days

Days I kick out of bed

Full of energy and some more to spare

Days I retreat into my sheets

Wishing I were never born at all

Days I give out smiles and ask to give

Days I need a smile and ask for more

Days I stare forlorn into the distance

Wishing for a sign to cling to

Days I look into the future

With lots of hope and dreams to hold

Days come and days go

Hopes deferred and Hopes fulfilled

Life goes on and I stay on

What the end will be I know not

But I trust He knows, and for that I rest.

Be there for me

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If you cannot stand by me when I go through the fiery trials,

Then you are not qualified to partake of the glory

That will be mine in the future.

I need you to face the storm with me,

That will become the basis of a solid relationship with you,

Whenever we think of what we have been through together,

We will be able to face even greater storms together.

And we will celebrate our victories with relish.

Stand by me, be there for me.

A Bird Deprived of its Feathers: Un oiseau déplumé.

Je suis un oiseau déplumé

I am a bird deprived of its feathers

Je me ventais tant de ma beauté

I prided myself in my beauty

Je me confiais en ma capacité de m’envole

I trusted in my capacity to fly off

Quand je voulais and comme je voulais

When I wanted to and how I wanted

Et puis un jour, un fameux jour

Then on one fateful day

J’ai commence a perdre mes plumes

I started losing my feathers

Oh, Seigneur, que m’arrive t’il?

Oh, Lord, what is happening to me?

Je suis en train de perdre ma fierté

I am losing my pride

Ma capacité m’échapper

My capacity is leaving me

Je ne peux vivre sans ceux-ci.

I can’t live without these.

J’ai fais ce que je pouvais

I tried as hard as I could

Puis je me suis résignée a mon sort.

Then I took my fate with resignation.

Je suis devenu un oiseau déplumé.

I had become a bird deprived of its feathers.

Merci Seigneur de me déplumer

Thank you Lord for taking away my feathers

Maintenant je peux m’envole à nouveau

Now I can fly off again anew

Mais cette fois-ci sur tes ailes.

But this time I’m flying on your wings.

“Goodbye my beloved”

With eyes full of tears

I stare into the distance

Wondering how this could be,

I search in his eyes for a glimmer of hope.

But all I see is darkness and void

I look for a string onto which I can hold

There is none, ‘cause it was never meant to be.

Then I resign myself to the fate that is

And with a sign that spells my deepest anguish

I look into his eyes and dare say

“Goodbye my friend, my beloved,

You belong to the past I long to forget,

There is no place for you in my future”.

Give it away

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Those who deserve love the least need it the most.

“How hard she tried to earn his love”…continued

The works Peggy did when she was still in her wilderness days were an effort to obtain solutions by her own power. They were not acts of faith based on the acceptance of God’s love. She wanted to help God to help her.
Whenever she failed to get what she wanted, because she thought she had already done all the “work” required to obtain what she wanted, she felt even more rejected and unloved. Then she went ahead to put in more effort to obtain more favor. This was gradually becoming a vicious cycle, and a very bleak one.
For so many years Peggy was in a “palace” but lived the life of a beggar.
When she finally understood who she was and what was hers by right she wanted to go look for the devil and give him a good whipping. How badly she had suffered because of the lies and deceptions of the devil all pointing to the fact that she didn’t deserve any good thing in life.
Before God delivered Peggy from that terrible mindset, she was really a victim when it came to relationships. She gave so much and received so little; in fact she didn’t even know how to receive from others. She thought it was her duty to give but never learned that it was her right to receive. She felt unworthy of good gifts. When you gave her something nice she would wonder why you ever bothered to do so. What had she done to deserve such a gifts? There were surely people out there who deserved it, not her.
Ever wanting to do things that would “make God happy”, she thought buying everything on the Christian market that had a God label on was a fine thing to do.

Peggy could never ask any big thing from God. She thought the good things were for others. She thought her past had already done so much harm to God and she wanted to “spare” God the trouble of having to do so much for her. She had never heard of God’s super-abundant love and mercy. By seeking only those things that were little and easy to get she was in her own way acknowledging that she was not supposed to “trouble” God; the God who had come down to her in her mess.

Little did she know that God felt hurt when she didn’t accept all His gifts to her.

Today she savors every good thing the Lord puts on her table with delight and relish.

THE POWER OF SPEECH

 

Some are ordained to be our eyes

Others are sent forth as ears for us

Many are our hand to touch and feel

Still some are called to be our mouths.

Yes, mouths to speak out loud and clear

For the dumb and for the down-trodden

To raise an awareness, to sound the alarm

That we be able to mend our ways.

Not that they are perfect in themselves

Not because they got it all together and right

God has given them a mandate to speak

And who can shut them up and be at peace?

John the Baptist spoke out, John Wycliffe did too

Jesus spoke ever so clear, against the wrong and the wicked way

John Huss spoke and died at the stakes

John Calvin wrote, Luther spoke and was ran out of the church.

They paid the price, they got the prize

They gave me freedom to worship my God

Many were shocked, many resisted

But today we eat the good fruit they labored for.

So dear, dear brother; sweet, sweet sister

Tell me I didn’t say it well; I’ll mend and I’ll correct

Don’t tell me to shut up and pack out for good

For the fire within is too hot to be quenched.

I will speak out

I will say it

If I die, let me die

If I perish, I perish.

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