Power of Forgiveness

Is It Time To Say?

Today, my heart beats to its own rhythm,

filled with anticipation of this day.

The words of my heart flow freely from

the hand-script page, yet I wonder, has

Father Time come to part ways?

Do you think there will be time to express

my love before you walk out the door?

Perhaps a gentle kiss before you let go?

Will there be time for one last fleeting

embrace to convey the words that might

compel you to stay, or words that could

alter the course of our love today?

Is it time for these lips to say goodbye?

When my heart is asking you to stay and

not give our love away, but rather, a

fighting chance for love in good faith.

"Forgiveness is the basis of every heart's healing". qeb

MY REDEEMER

I was born in sin and shaped by

Iniquity, destined to serve a lifetime

sentence without hope for redemption.

Jesus answered my cry for repentance,

forgiving my past and carving out my destiny.

The doors of the prison opened wide, offering

my soul’s redemption.

Hand in hand, He led me into a holy place.

With the mightiest of power, He took

control of my once lifeless, hell-bound soul.

With the commanding voice of a King,

He declared my soul to be free.

Satan’s chains shattered and fell at my feet.

By your command, Lord, I was redeemed.

My soul was set free and given the key to

everlasting peace.

Thank you, Jesus Christ, my Redeemer,

for answering my cry for redemption.

For You and by You alone, I stand here before

Thee gracefully redeemed.

BEHOLD THE LAMB OF GOD

This poem draws inspiration from the greatest story ever told, as chronicled in the Holy Bible.

The greatest story that has ever been told

The greatest prophecy to ever unfold

Behold the Lamb of God, this is how the scripture goes….

For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son

On Calvary, He paid the cost so that He may claim those that were lost

He gave His life willingly so that we might be free

Oh how the Lamb of God must have loved me

To Calvary, He was led

Tortured, beaten, and vinegar He was fed

With hatred in their hearts “Justice they said”

He endured pain and suffering openly for the world to see

For with each nail driven, undoubtedly, He thought of me

As the crowds enlarged, hateful hearts were so eager to see

“Crucify, Crucify this self-made king”

They placed a crown of thorns upon His head

“JESUS the King of Kings” his title read

He opens not his mouth to protest or plea,

He accepted it as He knew it was meant to be

As His eyes lifted toward heaven, He sealed yours and my destiny

Behold the Lamb of God

The precious blood that flowed from His nailed scarred feet

The sky darkened as the still of the night, the earth trembled at His feet

“It is Finished” with a loud voice and a silent whisper, “Lord remember me”

Little did the world know

His precious blood would be the key to setting all captives free

Behold the Lamb of God, King of Kings......

Jesus Christ's spirit lives within us daily through our Thanksgiving and Praise.

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.

A Cry of Faith

My God, My God, I cry out to thee

To take away the blinders from my eyes

That I may see the path of your way before me.

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 doubt from my heart

That I may lay claim to victory.

Battlefield

A Poetic Psalm - The Cry of a Wounded Soldier

When all around me is darkened and scattered

Every nerve-end raw and rattled.

I am face to face with a raging storm,

My enemies stand ready for battle.

Lord, I know you are near,

I sense your presence amidst my fears.

My Lord, fear has risen against me,

Defeat has laid claim to victory.

I know that you are with me, 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've been wounded in battle; my strength faints.

I seek restoration in your loving arms, Lord,

Refuge suited for your saints.

I sense your presence all around.

I know it is you who carried me away from battle,

Dazed minded, broken limbs that are shattered.

A temporary retreat, wrapped in cloth of serenity.

It is you my savior, my protector for all eternity.

My wounds, you took the time to heal.

My armor, you affixed battle-ready once again.

With the gentleness of hands, you placed me

back on the battlefield. Front-line, I stand.

Renewed spirit and steadfast feet.

You restored my strength and fitted me with peace.

The power you've given me over my enemies.

Thank you, Lord God.

Where would I be if you hadn’t found me?

For I am one out of millions, yet your loving hands

Reached for me.

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and love, and a sound mind. Pic Unknown

Passionate Hands

A Poetic Psalm of Grateful Forgiveness

From the passionate Hands of Christ,

Deliverance, I received.

Chosen like a grain of sand from the sea,

Jesus took control of my life,

Gave me rest when I couldn't sleep.

With the touch of his hands,

Sight was restored unto me,

Blind eyes that could not see.

Hope that rested at the mercy of the streets.

A lone traveler, days and nights filled with misery.

Mercy and peace concealed themselves from me

Shame swallowed me.

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 that day; one I will always remember.

Jesus Christ called aloud my name.

I stand here today in this heavenly place

A new creature, 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 hands of passion,

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?

In gratitude, I shall speak freely,

A testament to a soul set free.

For the hands of passion that guided me.

No greater love is foretold throughout history than Christ's sacrifice to set men free. Image Ath-UN

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