A new Bible, a new journal, a new page,
a new day, a new start, a new age —
So much newness! So much hope! Unspoken fear!
Can I really and truly change in this new year?
Growth has happened, progress made, but oh! how slow!
God prepares his people with patience — Yes, Lord, I know!
This little gem was sent to my Cloudburst poetry list back in 2008. Nobody saw it outside that now defunct list. (Here’s the post I wrote on the occasion.) So I thought I’d revive it, since it applies even more, now that we have some grandkids near us to share the holiday with. What doesn’t apply is the mention of cold. All the windows are open here, and the fans at high speed.
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“How,” the man thought to himself, “how
Did I ever reach this lowest point in my life?
And now it seems I have no strength to stop.
The end is in sight, this path’s ignoble ruin.
Must I observe my final steps to death?”
He did not reach his present state at once,
But inch by imperceptible inch was moved
Away from ultimate good, by a velvet voice,
His conscience squelched, his eternal soul convinced
That one small step made no real difference.
Who prays for me? A few I know,
But many must hasten to heaven’s gate
Whose names I’d never guess—they go
To God on my behalf—up straight
Their intercessions rise.
I know because the angelic horde
Protects, defends, and circles ’round
Against the earthly, airy lord—
His fiery arrows fall to the ground—
Gabriel’s army flies.
The Master spared me many a hurt,
His mercy a sure reply to prayer—
Else I’d lay prone, face-down, in the dirt,
If not for a righteous multitude’s care—
Faithful, hidden allies.
Seven spirits, searching eyes,
Wheels spinning, whispers blowing,
Dwelling, changing, dwindling passions,
Filling with joy, to fight the demons,
Words of comfort, willing partner,
Peace descending, pain receding,
Holy Spirit to heaven leading.
2 Kings 2.1-18
Elijah moved from place to place, and with him,
Faithfully, his man Elisha. Prophets
Said along the way the Lord would take him.
Elisha cried before the wind and chariots.
By sin or silence, let us never block
The light of Christ! The world is lost in blackest
Night! Let burning lamps be set on high
For all to see, the church shining on the hill.
Inspired by an article by Joe Slater.
A need may go for years unmet,
Desires may never find their goal,
But no one constant in prayer should fret,
For God will meet the thirsty soul.
Some things occur by happenstance,
By Heaven others are decided;
Though life eternal is not by chance,
But personal choice divinely guided.
Search not God’s skies for special, personal signs
To know his will, as ancient man appealed
For knowledge in entrails and crooked lines.
The center: what God desires has been revealed —
He finds that way who goes to Scripture to read.
In the Bible’s words his perfect will is sealed;
There every soul shall find the pleasing deed.