Fill Her Cup, Lord
by Diana Scharine
I've dumped her cup so many times.
She thinks we don't see the signs
of her chemically altering her mind.
"It's not my fault," she has said.
"My dad put this all in my head."
There are times I wish he were dead.
"It's not my fault don't you see?"
"My mama hasn't been there for me."
That's not how it should be.
She makes them pay every chance.
All that she does, says, each glance.
She doesn't care it's all stuff long gone passed.
She offers her babies a drink.
Another generation of problems, I think,
as I dump the cups in the sink.
Talked to her so many times.
"I'll go to the meetings with you", and other lines.
She says, "Don't know what you mean, sis, really...I'm fine"
I'm sorry for them, us, and you.
What will it take to get through?
It's become your god instead of the One that is true.
You can drink from his cup anytime.
Through you His glorious Light can shine.
Let Him spiritually alter your mind.
Heavenly View
by Carol Tifft
As I sit here looking out my window,
A heavenly view can certainly be seen,
Yes, heavenly in all its beauty,
With hues of blue, brown and green.
The mountains are magnificent with an emerald touch,
All the trees are in varying stages,
The pond just glistens with its turquoise tint,
This beauty, to the mind, just amazes.
The copper earth is just full of life,
With new growth just sprouting in every direction,
Yes, the view from here is simply fabulous,
And it really needs very little correction.
If heaven lies beyond the pearly gates,
Can't we all just simply assume,
Once we enter through the gates of pearl,
That emerald, turquoise, ruby and topaz will loom?
Love is God
by Kevin Williams
"The Kingdom of my Father is near!" Jesus said.
"Where is this Kingdom of heaven?" they pled.
"It is not of this world," He denied.
"Then show us the Father," they replied.
"Your Father is Love from heaven above.
Within you resides His Kingdom of Love.
Your Father has already appeared, you see.
The One who speaks to you now is He.
I am your Father. You are my sons.
You are my children, my beloved ones.
I am the Spirit. The Spirit is Love.
I am the Love that comes from above.
I am the Son that shines so bright.
The Light of the world, Love is the Light.
I am the Shepherd. I'll show you the Way.
The Way is Love. I am the Way.
I am the Truth. The Truth is Law.
The Law is Love and Love is God.
I am these Words of Love you heard.
The Word is Love. I am the Word.
I am Love, the Bread of Life,
Eternal Love, Life and Light.
The Father, Son and Spirit above,
The Mind, Body and Soul of Love.
I appear as a Man and appear as a Dove.
I am the Lion and Lamb of Love.
Everyone who Loves is born of Me.
Salvation can come only through Me.
I am Love. The Lord Jesus, I am.
I am the Rock on which you stand.
I am your God, this Love divine.
You are the branches. I am the Vine.
I am the Resurrection, you will see,
When my Kingdom of Love rises in thee.
I am the Love that sets men free.
Open your heart and follow Me."
1 John 4:7-8
The Voice of My Heart
by Judith Bronte
Dedicated to the Lord's servant, Dumitru Duduman.
"Because ye are sons, God hath sent forth
the Spirit of His Son into your hearts,
crying, Abba, Father." ~ Galatians 4:6 ~
The blanket of night I used to dread,
But now I talk with my God instead.
He speaks with me as a dear sweet friend,
And with my heart, our voices blend.
The voice of my heart is not just mine,
It's the Holy Spirit and I combined.
A voice so gentle, so quiet, so still,
My poor heart He does throb and thrill.
I know that my Lord in me abides,
As sure as the coming in of tides.
My spirit with His, does sign and show,
Our great love for each other I know.
God and I ... truly, what a wonder,
No power but His can saw asunder.
My heart and His forever and ever,
He is faithful and leaves me never.
You can see Judith's work as well as
other blessed authors at:
Acacia Vignettes
An offering ... of sweet savor unto the LORD.
Weep No More Children
by Amy K. Severson
Lord, Lamb of God,
you were our sacrifice
but what can we give
to live with you in Paradise?
Weep no more children!
Your price is paid.
I was nailed to the cross,
but then rose from the grave!
What you must do
is follow your heart,
just stay on my path
and never depart.
But God I'm so scared,
I feel so alone.
How will I know
which way is home?
Weep no more children!
Your price is paid.
Remember me always
for I am the Way.
Follow the light
and you will see,
you must give up who you are,
to become who you'll be.
God of all glory,
help us we pray.
To believe again tomorrow
as we have today!
Weep no more children!
Your price is paid.
But remember your children
and show them the Way.
Join with me now
and you will know
that first you must die...
in order to grow.
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