Dispaired Soul
Sometimes, darkness seeks us out,
even when not looking to be found.
The disparities of life will come and go,
sometimes breaking what was once whole,
leaving scars that reach beyond the soul.
The irony of it all:
The greater lessons of life
urge us to hold fast to old wisdom,
to befriend understanding,
and seek not to lose or let it go.
Without it, the unfairness of life
will take its toll.
To seek God boldly,
for He is Holy and all that is Holy.
Reach for Him from the heavens above.
Seek His kindness and mercy.
Surrender to His labor of love.
Poem by: Qbenja
A Cry of Faith
My God, My God,
I cry out to thee to take away the blinders from my eyes
so that I may see the path of your way before me.
Lord, hide not thy face from me for I know your glory
still exists in this hateful and dark place from where I sit.
My God, have not I heard you speak?
Have I not heard your silent whisper only unto me?
Why not now Lord in this troubled sea?
Am I not acquainted with your ways, your mercy, and grace?
Have I not known a better place?
Have I not run a good Christian race at a righteous pace?
My God, My God, I cry out to thee to take away the blinders
from my eyes that I may lay claim to victory.
Poem by: Qbenja
Broken Vessel
Lord thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
God, I honor your divine presence,
You are the core of my praise.
I exist as I am through your unmerited favor of grace.
Once a shattered vessel, deemed unworthy of the clay I was shaped.
You stepped in at the perfect time, molding me with your impeccable ways.
You reconstructed my being and healed my fractured scars.
You devoted time to intertwine them into a splendid tapestry of art.
Because of your immense love and passionate grace,
I shall forever give you deserved praise.
Your forgiveness I am unworthy of, yet you still loved me.
On my knees, I bow before thee in humility.
With my tears of gratitude, I entrust my soul to your keeping.
And with my lips of praise, I will kiss your heavenly feet.
If not for your grace and mercy, where would I be?
You have forgiven me all of my undesired ways,
I am reborn a vessel of honor, a broken vessel replaced.
A vessel of distinction now stands where once a fractured one lay.
Oh Lord, how beautiful is your woven tapestry, a breathtaking display.
Poem By: Qbenja
"New life is created through the potter's hands. Give God a chance." -qeb-
Permission To Love
From the crown of your head to the expanse of your beautiful brown skin.
You are made perfect with forgiveness.
Permit yourself to love again.
Who told you that you were finished, that you were through?
Who told you that there can only be one true love for you?
Surely! God has given you enough love to go round two.
Some will disagree, but it is a proven truth.
No wound, no hurt, no matter how deep, can defeat you.
We are crippled by self-inflicted wounds of unforgiveness that break our spirit.
True freedom comes from forgiving yourself for your past, present, and future.
Even your own mindstream.
You are empowered to command every chain loose and broken free.
Don't let one departed seed hinder your flight to freedom.
You are an essential part of God's creation, a precious gift from above.
You are designed uniquely to fulfill the purpose of love.
Learning to give love, receive love, and let love go is your journey's destiny.
Once learned, you must promise to love yourself for all eternity.
You are free, you are strong, and you are a beautiful human being.
Permit yourself the freedom to love again.
Poem Written and Published by: Qbenja
"Don't just like Who You Are, but Love Who You Are." Image by Jess Bailey from Pixabay
Battlefield
"Wounded Soldier"
When all around me is darkened and scattered and
every nerve-end raw and rattled.
I am face to face with a raging storm, and my enemies stand ready for battle.
Lord, I know you are near, for I sense your presence amidst my fears.
My Lord, fear has risen against me, and defeat has laid claim to victory.
I know that you are with me, and I am ready to fight
even if I have to do so on my knees.
You are my source of strength, strong and mighty, while I am weak.
I am wounded and my strength is faint.
I seek restoration in your loving arms, the refuge suited for your saints.
I am in a dazed state of mind, still, I sense your presence all around.
I know that it is you who carries me away from battle,
gather in a warm cloth of serenity.
It is you Lord, my savior, my protector for all eternity.
My wounds, you took the time to healed, and my armor,
you have affixed battle-ready once again.
With gentle hands, you placed me back on the battlefield.
Front-line, I stand with renewed spirit and steadfast feet.
You have restored my strength and given me power over my enemies.
Thank you, Lord, where would I be if you hadn’t found me?
I am just one out of millions, yet you reached for me.
Poem by: Qbenja
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and love, and a sound mind. Pic Unknown
Passionate Hands
From the passionate Hands of Christ deliverance, I received.
He chose me like a grain of sand from the sea,
Took control of my life, and gave me rest when I couldn't sleep.
With the touch of his hands, my sight was restored unto me,
Once blind eyes that could not see and hope,
That rested at the mercy of the streets.
A lone traveler, my days and nights were filled with misery.
Mercy and peace concealed themselves from me,
Shame swallowed me, and Joy and love were just beyond my reach.
Grief and despair knew me by name.
I was a known acquaintance of pain, an impaired soul,
Bound by rope and chain until one summer day,
Jesus Christ called aloud my name.
I stand today in this heavenly place only by his mercy and grace.
A life so undeserving of his love, thank you, Jesus,
No price could ever equal the gift of your precious shed blood.
Lord you removed me from life’s streets, you protected and sheltered me,
And with passionate hands, you stabilized my wavering feet.
You rejuvenated my soul and transformed my heart of stone into one of gold.
I am now complete with a free mind and boundless soul.
I am shielded by your presence alone until fate lays claim to destiny.
Here in your passionate hands, I will remain throughout all eternity.
My savior, my healer, how can I ever repay thee
For the life you so graciously forgiven me?
My life’s debt was mine to pay, yet the settlement was fully paid.
In gratitude, I shall speak freely, testaments of a soul set free.
Thank you for the hands of passion that guided me.
Poem by: Qbenja
No greater love is foretold throughout history than Christ's sacrifice to set men free. Image Uknown
How Can I ?
How can I begin to share the intimacy of my thoughts?
Without it having a profound effect on yours.
How can I keep silent about the secrets that scream to be told?
How can I be humble when I have failed to be bold?
How can I speak aloud of the things that possess no voice?
How, how can I decide if I’m given no choice?
How can I say no, not me, when yes on my lips is my permanent speech?
How can I stand strong against that which I am most weak?
How can I differentiate my strength from my weaknesses?
When both are entwined like branches seeking sustenance
from the same root tree.
How can I continue to consent to bitterness?
When I intend to receive only sweet.
How, how can I obey when my ears are mute to the words that you say?
On my own accord, my heart, have I turned away.
How can I move forward if I cannot gather the past?
How can I hold on to love when the appreciation of it doesn’t last?
How can I sustain myself when the foundation beneath me has fallen away?
Even the walls that once protected me are now voided space.
How, how can I survive if I fail to exist?
How can I find the courage to demand to simply be?
When I have permitted others to manipulate me.
How can I give into fear and doubt and expect to retain dignity?
Am I, not uniquely me and without price reborn free?
How, how can I not?
if I am to stand blame for my iniquities.
How can I not when this walk of life is my God-given responsibility?
How can I not stand in command for a birthright that’s bequeathed me?
How can I not for me, be battle-ready to fight for that which I know is right?
How, how can I not stand up strong even in my wrong?
For only God could have reached out and chosen me to be both fierce and free.
Yet to some, through blind eyes, I may appear feeble and weak.
For I am surely strong; My father ensured this by sacrificing his life for me.
How Can I, How Can I Not...
Be eternal grateful for God’s lock and seal on my destiny?
Poetic Psalm by: Qbenja
"Take caution that you don't lose yourself in the pursuit of finding yourself" QBenja