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I'm a Christian girl, and I write poems to encourage both myself and others with the reality of this mysterious thing called grace... God's favor, given unasked to the totally undeserving. God has done so much in my life and heart! I have become mildly addicted to the challenge of capturing it all in poems for others to read and be cheered.



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A Love Psalm

Bearing me beyond the mountain’s crest
Within His arms my soul has found its rest
The challenges of earth that I had known
The stumbling o’er each uneven stone
Finished when the rough-hewn wood held high
A Savior’s death against the amber sky.
Now His palms, forever scarred by man
Are there to gently lead me in His plan
To hold and comfort me when I am lost
For He declared me worth the highest cost!
The darkness that I once had held within,
The guilt and shame; the weight of every sin,
Was met by love, by blood that cleansed me pure
And held me near, so steady and so sure,
To carry me along the rocky way
And flood my life with promise of a day
When I will lay aside this flesh and bone
And stand in glory there before His throne
To worship as a fountain! As a sun,
Wearing bright the robes of vic’try won.




              A Girl And Her God

              Cradle me, sweep me up, away
              I want to fall, I want to laugh today
              To dance with shoes that never seem to age
              To pirouette upon life’s open stage
              Some days I’ll stumble, stub a toe or two
              But I’ll go on, as long as I have You
              Invisible, yet there to hold my hand
              You lead me to my milk-and-honey land
              And from the outside, girl of simple dress
              Unexciting, maybe not the best
              At glamour or creating much ado,
              But oh my God, I’ll go on with You.




While In The City, Walking

Beneath the lofty heights of glass-sheathed towers
Banks of marble, steel and granite stone
The very presence of these friendly flowers
In cleft forgotten, left for me alone
Brings to me a moment’s pause, resuming
On admiration of their lovely blooming.    




              The Savior's Lullaby: A Sonnet

              At evening, when I lay to rest
              So disappointed in myself
              There lifts a song of tenderness
              Describing love’s redeeming wealth.
              My Lover sings so low and sweet
              Of how was saved a wretch like me
              And how He washed her sinning feet
              And changed her certain destiny.
              And as the moon makes silent course
              Sad mem’ries of the day disband
              My Lover sings, and my remorse
              Is gone with touch of tender hand.
              For I’ve been rescued, cleansed by He
              Who nightly sings my liberty.




If Only I Could Stay

The ocean depths are rocking slow
Moving mid the patterned lights
As wind with feather-tipped caresses
Paint the curling edges white.
The sky above is blushing soft
As gulls crisscross their paths in play
The beach is teasing back the tide
While soaking in the heat of day.
And on the shore my careless hand
Rests to touch the dampened sand.




              He Only Sees a Wedding Gown

              He only sees a wedding gown,
              Where rags adorn her frame
              He only wants to hear her voice
              Respond to her new name.
              He only knows her purity—
              Still she condemns her flaws;
              He’s bought her with the blood of grace
              Yet she still lives the law.

              He’s captured by her innocence,
              But yet her condemnation
              Has blinded her from how His gaze
              Is only admiration.
              He’s rescued, and He’s washed away
              her many sinful stains!
              Only her guilt won’t recognize
              The absence of her chains.

              He’s pleased with what her future holds,
              She hates her haunting past
              Her sin is gone, and yet she yearns
              To have it done at last!
              He longs to free His little bird
              From prisons that aren’t there
              And teach her that the Cross has made
              New hope from her despair.

              One day, He’ll conquer all the lies
              And kiss her with His grace
              And on that day her heart will know
              Her worth by God’s embrace.





- - - S O M E   Q U O T E S - - -


"If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness. And it appears, from all the records, that though He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable complement of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense."

-C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain, Chapter 3 "Divine Goodness"




"[God] is not proud... He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him."

-C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain




"Good things as well as bad, you know, are caught by a kind of infection. If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing that has them. They are not a sort of prizes which God could, if He chose, just hand out to anyone. They are a great fountain of energy and beauty spurting up at the very centre of reality. If you are close to it, the spray will wet you: if you are not, you will remain dry. Once a man is united to God, how could he not live forever? Once a man is separated from God, what can he do but wither and die?"

-C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity



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