Sometimes I don't know what to name a Poem, so I'm just going to give the poems numbers instead.
Do what is good, do what is right,
Keep your eyes on Yahushua, He's the word and the light
My King! My Savior! My Shepherd and Friend!
Let's love him and draw near and stay with Him till the end
Don't worry don't be afraid, this won't be that long
It goes by even quicker if we sing Him a song!
Let's dance and sing and rejoice in His love!
Keep our minds on good works and the Kingdom above
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Come one come all to the weekly shofar call!
Gird up your loins and be ready, sit at the banquet table with the King!
Here He comes and with us He will stay!
Let's sing to Him in our hearts and let's rest by His side,
He will raise us up from the dust, and on eagles' wings we'll glide
If you are down you won't stay there
He raises you up in His tender care
Call on Him, He's there for you
No matter the struggle, He can heal, deliver, and rescue!
It doesn't really matter much how I feel.
What matters at the end of the day is, did I do His will?
Did I show love, care, and concern? Did I realize the things today I should have learned?
When others speak, did I listen well, or did I instead let my head swell?
Did I care they were hurt, or did my mouth just anything blurt?
Did I feel their pain or just mess up again? In YHWH's ways, that's when we really win.
It doesn't matter who's smarter or brighter, what matters is did we lift His Name higher.
Did we do the things He's told us to? Sadly more times I fail, more than just a few.
But His mercy and grace will lead me home. He'll never, ever leave me alone.
Though I mess up, and I know I am flawed, once again to His feet in tears will I crawl.
Through His grace and His mercy, I can rise once again,
I can sit at His table and be called His friend.
He raises me up, through His mercy and grace, so I can go onward, and one day see His face.
He took me from a dunghill, to sit with kings,
And though I am flawed, He keeps showing me such amazing things.
He's leading me to a better place, now I feel secure,
So I can see His face, of this I am sure.
He raises me higher to avoid the fire, from the dunghill and mire, to do His desire.
From the scars of pain, to true riches and an inheritance, His special people called by His Name.
From bruises and hurt, and just a pile of dirt, to sit with a King, so let's watch and be alert!
Look He is coming, there in the clouds! Every eye will see and all men will bow down.
From crooked to straight, from lost to found, from straying to the Gate, where the sheep baaa and shofars sound.
From dirty to clean, from callous to circumcised, from looking the wrong way to now looking to the skies.
From selfish desires and greedy pursuits, to a generous Father and His Son, the Root.
#5 (This one is by another person - a sister - and she called this one, "I Pray Thee Yahweh")
I pray Thee Yahweh, give us each day
What Thee deem best, pain and joy,
Suffering and peace, Sorrow and laughter,
All procede from Thy throne so lofty.
Oh, Let Thy holy Spirit flood each day,
And Your blessings full of grace
Let nothing sever my heart from Your peace,
That proceeds from Thy throne throne in sky
Grant us Thy sheperding hand to lead us,
Lead us to Your still waters,
Thy staff, Thy rod to guide us, not down wide
Highways, but up the steep mountian trail.
Yah let nothing sever Thy hand from mine,
Thy Law devine so holy,
Yahweh, lead me, guide me to righeousness
To the heav'nly place prepared for me
O take me Yahweh, I am your servant,
Lead me to works of holy
Your magnificent Name be sanctified
Take and use me, I am Your servant.
I--- am thine! I--- am Thine! take me, use me, mould me, shape me!
I can see her heart, I know that she is pure,
But all the world's stupid rules are trying to make her feel insecure.
She is lovely and kind, and a hard worker too
She is gentle and patient, and courteous through and through.
Inside, she's a mother with delicate hands of affection,
And a nurturing heart is in her reflection.
She will fight to the end, for she loves her Father,
She won't give up or give in, to her war is not a bother.
She will never give in to the world's loose behavior,
She's forgiven and cleansed and in love with her Saviour.
Though a few hurt bruises and even a few scars, she will roll up her sleeves and check the oil in the car.
All the world's stupid rules are trying to make her insecure
Let's take those rules and chuck them and make them a blur!
Who made up this make up? I think it's time for a shake up, to rewrite the rules, without mascara, so let's take our stake up.
Rule #1 - Focusing on looks isn't fun. But a purified bride inside, this race she will run.
Rule #2 - Don't keep all these rules a secret between me and you. Getting away from the lies is long overdue.
Rule #3 (and it's easy to see) - Make make-up not matter and let all that paint splatter. With your original face is the real you, and with it, there's nothing a matter.
There's no need to be painted as if your face is too tainted.
There's nothing to hide, Beauty is inside.
Forget worldly glamour, it means nothing really,
What is the real purpose? Let's not be silly.
Just plain and modest, that's all you need. Focus on your heart, and doing good deeds. :)
#7 (I don't name all the poems, but this poem is called, "Mercy")
I'm not here to talk, I'm here to listen.
I'm not here to judge, I'm here to examine myself.
I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help.
I'm not here to beat you down, I'm here to lift you up.
I'm not here to say I'm right, I know so many times I've been so wrong.
But I'm also not here to say that sin is ok. I'm here to say that we must repent.
I can see your weakness, I know you need a hand.
To bear one another's burdens is our Boss' command (Galatians 6:2).
I saw your need when I realized my own, my frailty and dependence on His mercies alone.
I could not go on, and not a person did help, but somehow I got up and continued by myself.
Not that I were even really alone, for I know Him who led me back to home.
And many a time brothers and sisters did come, when I cried for their need, there are some who run.
But I saw the need for the Good Samaritan to arise, who would make the journey easier with compassion in His eyes.
Rise up for the grey-headed and honor the face of the old.
Bring joy to their heart and help them to be bold.
For how long should they cry or feel downcast? Be a cheer to their soul, so they have peace at last.
Don't think of yourself, one day you'll be there too. Then when you are old who'll cheer you when you're blue?
Many days and nights, long days make us humble, can you lift a hand and help those who feel like they could crumble?
Many days I have waited to see your face here with me, I have so many needs that you just can't see.
My heart is weary and tired, I am cold and alone, I need a warm embrace and some joy in my home.
I need you to visit, come see my face,
Not just a phone call from some distant long far-away place.
I need you to write me, I'm crying inside. These bars are too cold, and there's no place to hide.
I am long forgotten and locked up for good, the warden isn't hearing me, but I'm hoping you would.
I'm laying here sick and I'm all alone. Come to my bedside, help me find my way home.
I need you! I need you! How long must I cry! Don't leave me alone here just to die.
If I was not raised to know innocence and grace, will you take me under your wings and home to your place?
I need someone to teach me and show me the way, I've seen too much evil in just a few days.
My heart has been bruised and my soul injured and used, I need some healing inside, so what will you choose?
Please come adopt me, I need to learn love, I need to be taught about the Father above.
I need a warm home, I need to unload some sorrow, I need some hope of a brighter tomorrow.
Please let me in, I don't know how to ask, it'd be warmer inside than these newspapers and trash.
Thank you! Thank you! May YHWH bless your soul, for having mercy on me, and letting the Saviour's love show.
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Remember ..... the cry of those sick and in prison, the elderly disabled, downcast, homeless and isolated. Remember the Fatherless and widow. Remember Matthew 25:33-46, Hebrews 13:3, and so many others.
To live is Messiah and to die is gain, (Philippians 1:21)
When I'm resurrected, there will be no more pain (Revelation 21:4).
You can't see it now, (1 Corinthians 13:12) but you will soon,
It's like a caterpillar before the cocoon.
You're crawling along now, but then we'll meet Him in the air,
Without a worry inside and without a single care.
We'll be at peace for good, this flesh will be gone,
We will have ran the race, and the war will have been won.
Seek His face in prayer and approach His Throne in faith,
Ask Him for the ancient paths, wherein is the Good Way. (Jeremiah 6:16)
Don't pray just a little, pray until you feel close, continue to plead with Him and don't ever let go.
Ask Him to draw you, with cords of loving kindness, (Jeremiah 31:3)
Confess any sins, His peace is like a kiss.
Bow before His Qodesh Throne and towards His set-apart mountain, (Psalms 99:9)
"Come, let us go up!" (Isaiah 2:3) and drink from His fountain. (Isaiah 12:3)
Come and be revived, lay down that heavy load, (Matthew 11:28)
He'll carry all your burdens (Psalms 68:19) and take you down that narrow road. (Matthew 7:13)
I wake in the morning to seek Your face, and intercede for others also running this race.
Thank You YHWH for Your mercy, for Your Son and for Your Spirit, Thank You for receiving my prayers, and my cry, You did hear it.
When I travel down this road, I know that You're right here, to guide my steps, my heart, my words, in all Your gentle care.
Help me, dear Father, to be a light for the truth of Your Son,
To minister to all the saints, and help everyone.
You know our needs, let us hear Your call,
Give us hope and faith to rise if we fall.
Let us be near You, let us know You more, with integrity inside, truth and kindness all the more.
His ways are not our ways and His thoughts are not our thoughts (Isaiah 55:8-9),
He didn't give just a little, He gave all He's got (Romans 8:32).
I know because I've even said it, we shouldn't push ourself too hard,
But I also don't want a lukewarm life influenced by a bunch of lard.
I know because I've even said it, we shouldn't push ourself too hard,
But that widow's mite keeps telling me, it's good to push things far.
It's good to give up all we have, she wasn't even concerned for her own self,
She was already dying Daily, and clearly did very well.
Oh YHWH guide us in Your paths, Your love is very deep.
Your mercies we can always count on, You guard us in our sleep.
Thank You Father for Your grace, please give me a pure clean heart,
Help me to do all Your desire,
And from Your ways not part.
Though I am little and insignificant, He cherished me and His only son He sent
He brought me from darkness, into a bright clean place, and let me of His wonderfulness taste
I know if I'm weak, and I'm down on my knees, if my heart is contrite, then in that He'll be pleased
I can't save myself, but I can show Him my love, so I'll study His words and receive them as a dove
The peace that comes down, and brings order to my life, and teaches me His beautiful ways, free from chaos and strife
Away from distraction, hatred and worry, He teaches me to slow down and not be in such a hurry
You don't have to run, walking with Him is fine, He holds all things in His hand, your life and mine
We can't control all, but we can seek the one who does, we can change our focus away from things that rust
Our bodies may die, and we may rest for a moment, but then in the twinkling of the eye, we'll see the Son He sent
None of the pain will exist that once hurt us, just His set-apart Kingdom, and life with the one we trust
If I'm tough on myself, but not tough on others, I can be used by the Father to carry more of the load for my brothers,
To feed them and clothe them and bandage their wounds,
To give them Hope that their rest will come soon,
To complete the Torah of YHWH's Anointed, (Galatians 6:2)
To have a hand reached out with no fingers pointed,
To lift you up with strength when you're down,
To help you walk up to higher ground,
To finally see over all of the trees,
And have peace in your heart and contentment that won't leave.
If only I can press on to complete this goal,
To be used by the Father who will make all my brothers whole.
But it takes our death to give up our own self,
And put our own thoughts away on a shelf,
To let YHWH provide for us all our needs, but in His time,
And while we wait to continue letting our light shine.
So take some time daily to lift up your brother, encourage your sister, and appreciate your mother.
And remember it's more blessed to give than receive,
So let's get to work men, and roll up our sleeves.
Peanut butter & jelly is tasty. You can enjoy the crunchy, or the creamy which is pasty.
You can have strawberry or grape or apricot, but no matter the flavor be thankful for what you got.
For in prison they give them peanut butter but no jelly, they give them a little cheese, and it leaves them with less in their belly.
They don't get to be picky and they don't get to choose.
Being required to be searched to go eat does not amuse.
My brothers and sisters endure such great trials.
They hope and they wait, but it seems the wait last for miles.
They beckon to the chaplain, please let us gather.
But to many they feel like they do not matter.
Their voice is not always heard, sometimes it falls on deaf ears.
They would love to write someone, but who will shed a tear.
Who will stay with them through thick and through thin.
You have to keep knocking sometimes to get in.
Give them your love, if you have time to write.
It's easy and simple, and doesn't take much might.
Then when you sleep, you can think of them at night.
They endure through vulgarities, threats, and suicides.
They need a friend, so they have somewhere to hide.
Their family has left them, their children estranged.
They have been abandoned, their life is in disarray.
But one day they will rest, and I'll be with them too.
We'll all be together in Yahweh's Kingdom, where all things will be made new.
Do not be afraid, Yahweh is your King
When we get to the end, together we all will sing
Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to open the scroll
If you feed on Him, He will make you whole
Forget all the worry the fear and the pain
Cast down all your burdens and pick up His word again
Gird up your loins and sing to Him a new song
He's pardoned all your crookednesses, and forgotten all your wrong
They will not be remembered, and all things will be made new
So let's spread the Good News to all He brings us to
The waves are mighty, they crash and they roar,
But Yahweh of hosts controls them, and more
Yahweh is mighty in battle to save
But he's also gentle, and for us new paths He will pave
He prepares the way before us so that we can enter in
He blots out and forgets all our crookedness and sin
It is not reckoned to us, what has happened is cast behind
We are His sheep, and each one of us He will find
Come back home, come back home, spend time with your Father
Be a complete man dwelling in tents with no other
Search out His word, His will and His ways
Spend time with Yahweh, and you will be amazed
Let me dwell in your house to the length of days
