I am your Fiance
The wedding hasn’t happened yet
I wonder how many realize we aren’t yet married.
The Wedding Feast of the Lamb is when that happens
For now, I am part of your dedicated fiancé
I look forward to that day
Category: poetry
Power of Words
the power of prayer that He wants us to speak
He wants us to be heard more than a peep
He already knows every ache and joy but He
wishes us to share it to tell Him
and we do
through His Boy, through His Son
we approach and speak and share
He already knows do not keep silent He gave you a tongue
who gave you speech that you can use to
share your thoughts it has not even begun
to form
to shape our speech is mighty
those that understand the tool can become quite fighty
with each other
with themselves
with the universe at large
if they do not acknowledge the Sovereign
They fade to shadow
and die
Encourage
renew the flame, renew the fire
Encouragement
feeds the heart of warmth
my beating heart.
passion unattended grows cold, grows mold.
encouragement
to feed the kindling
Blood on the mercy seat
His blood is on the mercy seat
a sacred act never to repeat
a sacred act, to me complete
//
A holy act never to repeat
sacrifice made for you and for me
//
His blood is on the mercy seat
a fuller act unable to compete
are those who try but are less worthy,
//
His blood is willing, he lives in me,
his blood covers me
//
his blood is on the mercy seatÂ
a Fuller act, that cannot be beat.
Full and complete, the whole promise is kept
our distance from him can now be swept aside.
learning skills
to be with people to know your name
to know your problems to understand the game,
this takes
such
bandwidth
so much of my brain
I don’t know how to juggle it
and yet remain the same.
//
I lean on You My God.
You are my strength and shield
You will hold me up in Your right hand
and with You, I refuse to yield.
alone I crumble,
I fold in two
with You I am victorious
//
though, I really don’t know what to do.
I recognize your faces
I am learning your names
I somewhat remember your coffee order
but I’m terrible at the games of cat and mouse and hello how are you?
to socialize and small talk
to laugh and joke and be friendly.
By myself, It makes me want to choke
But I am not alone, for I have You
for support
developing strength in weakness
that Your glory will shine forth.
Clothes
I handle the clothes. I organize the fabric
what they take to wear I give
I sort it I organize.
I agonize what to put out.
It seems so simple yet it’s not
I took this on myself, isn’t such a bad task.
It is quite fun and when it is done
the day at last
that shouts for joy and warmth and cooling sweat
we heat the cold
properly dressed
the fashion is not great and not always the greatest quality
it is what it is and we try to make
it see the joy and the humor.
The good fit search
clothes organized is a joy. Clothes well loved and worn is better
Out in the car
I leave you behind to wait
I over stepped myself, past my limits
not beyond my capacity but beyond my choices of self care
I want to be with you.
I want to enjoy with you
our time
our fun
our joy
our talks
our walks
our wonder
our arguments and bickering.
Our back and forth and banter
I stepped out to the car
to leave you behind
you wander.
You explore without me
I rest
I decompress
you get your exercise
Fill me up
You are what fills me up. You fill my cup to overflowing.
You fill my gas tank. You fill my engine and rev me to the red line.
You trick me out. You give me gadgets beyond my understanding.
You let me fiddle, and play, and
teach me how to use them.
You direct their use
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You fill me up. I empty myself every day
to spread Your Spirit
to spread You and
shine You to others.
You fill me up
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You fill me to the brim, overflowing
You are my gas, my fuel, my engine
You are my oil, the source of of what I shine
my fuel
You fill me up every day
I spread what you give and
You only give more.
More to give
more to spread. There is only more
You fill me up
Shopping
lights and music bright.
Hypnotize mesmerize,
stimulate and drain
the music captivates
numbs and dulls
joy and laughter
children running, people talk and laugh
go from place to place.
See what they have
see what this one has
racks of clothes,
candle sticks,
knives and movies
always rotating
a new ride
the hunt enjoy.
“Step bride up folks.” A rotating carnival
always new games
always new treasures to find.
To bind and blind and overstimulate
Chains unbroken
They clink and rattle
they pull and strain
the heat to melt them burns my skin, It seems
I shake and scream
I know they dissolve
there are more there than I thought
they’ve wrapped me tight
Yet they break
they will not hold me forever.
I am bought with the blood of the Lamb.
I am covered
the blood soaks through
me and the chains
the binding dissolves
repeated sin strengthens them
my strength alone strengthens them
Rely on the blood
rely on His strength
rely on the blood of the Lamb
rely on that strength
Martin Write 