Spread The Gospel

It’s week nineteen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. 🙂 If you’d like to join in, just click the link! 😉

Photo By William Stitt

I’m waiting for the crowds,
The goal was to evangelize;
Spread the Gospel aloud,
But only to quickly realize…

I’m afraid; I cannot speak
What am I supposed to say and do?
It’ll come out like a squeak.
Looks like my attempt is through…

The streets are filled, but I’m ignored,
Terrified; I can’t do this alone!
What do I do, My Lord, I implore!
“Child, you aren’t on your own…”

Once I sat on the bench, dejected;
Now I’m no longer filled with fear!
I declare His Word – but they’re rejected,
Pearls before swine – I move on from here.

Prodigal Daughter

I realize that I am late with this response to week eighteen of 100 word Wednesday, but I wanted to share it anyway. 🙂 If anyone would like to participate in the challenge, BikurGirl should be posting the prompt for week nineteen soon! 😀

Image Credit: Felix Russel-Saw

Her arms were riddled in vibrant tattoos;
She was told not to but did it anyway.
Rebellious child; no one told her what to do!
So she made a rash decision to run away.

Loneliness quickly found her in these desolate places,
Missing the comforts of home: food, water, family,
Friends, a hot bath – all that was here were open spaces.
She desired freedom, but this was not it; she

Found clarity in a field of dried grass. She realized
What a blessed life she had willingly left.
Like a prodigal daughter, she became wise –
And ran back to her home, asking for forgiveness.

What Kind Of Seed Am I?

I don’t want to be a seed
That falls by the wayside,
Where birds eat me alive,
And I’m crushed by a stampede.

I don’t want to be a seed
That falls on the stony ground,
Sprouts so fast, no roots grow down,
Dead to the faith I once believed.

I don’t want to be a seed
That falls among the briars,
And gets choked from the desires
Of the worldly weeds.

I really want to be a seed
That falls on the good dirt;
I will stay on the alert,
To grow up strong to succeed!

I’ll follow Your lead,
To produce fruit for You.
I won’t hide the Light from view.
To You, my will, I concede!

Luke 8:5: “A sower went out to sow his seed: and as he sowed, some fell by the way side; and it was trodden down, and the fowls of the air devoured it. And some fell upon a rock; and as soon as it was sprung up, it withered away, because it lacked moisture. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprang up with it, and choked it. And other fell on good ground, and sprang up, and bare fruit an hundredfold.” And when He had said these things, He cried, “He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.”

And His disciples asked him, saying, “What might this parable be?”

And He said, “Unto you it is given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of God: but to others in parables; that seeing they might not see, and hearing they might not understand. Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. Those by the way side are they that hear; then cometh the devil, and taketh away the word out of their hearts, lest they should believe and be saved. They on the rock are they, which, when they hear, receive the word with joy; and these have no root, which for a while believe, and in time of temptation fall away. And that which fell among thorns are they, which, when they have heard, go forth, and are choked with cares and riches and pleasures of this life, and bring no fruit to perfection. But that on the good ground are they, which in an honest and good heart, having heard the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit with patience. No man, when he hath lighted a candle, covereth it with a vessel, or putteth it under a bed; but setteth it on a candlestick, that they which enter in may see the light. For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad. Take heed therefore how ye hear: for whosoever hath, to him shall be given; and whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he seemeth to have.”

Island of Peace

Island of Peace

I’m traveling on the open sea
In this rickety boat,
Hoping to stay afloat,
Wondering if it’s the end of me.

This life is this vast ocean,
Wearing us down,
Tearing us down –
Trying to drown us in sin.

I have heard of a refuge of calm.
I really want to get there,
But cannot find it anywhere –
No land to be seen, not even a palm.

Jesus is the Island of Peace.
I did not have to look,
I just had to open a Book –
Oh, will His wonders ever cease?

Once I had read it carefully,
It was quite clear,
He was always here –
Waiting patiently on the shore for me!

There are times I may drift away;
Because of a storm of sin.
But He welcomes me again –
And in His loving arms, I shall stay.

**Special thanks to Denny (his blog is here) for unintentionally inspiring this with the comment I linked to. 😊

Far Away From The Skyscrapers

It’s week seventeen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. 🙂 If you want to join in, just click the link! 😉

This time I hit 100 words exactly! 😀

Image Credit: Scott Webb

There are things we may not agree on –
I’m not much of a city girl; all the trucks and cars,
Buildings reaching for the sky, noise and neon –
Light pollution preventing me from even seeing the stars!

I get lost easily in the large crowds;
There are way too many people rushing past me.
Go with the flow, like raindrops in clouds,
No, I go my own way or disoriented I’ll be.

Show me a place where the buildings taper,
Where trees show off their grandeur.
Away, far away from the skyscrapers,
See all of God’s creations in its splendor!

Reflecting Reds

It’s week sixty-six of Three Line Tales, and here is the photo and my response. 🙂 If you want to join in, just click the link! 😉

photo by Adi Ulici via Unsplash

I’m on the side of the road with a flat tire; I was told that the tow truck would come soon, the liar.

I look up and see gray clouds roll past; I am in awe of reflecting reds that will not last.

As blue changes to crimson in the sky; darkness is imminent as the sun says goodbye.

Distant Coasts

This is week sixteen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. 🙂 If you’d like to join in, just click the link! 😉

Just made it before the deadline this week. **whew** 😄

I am on a boat, floating in the bay,
I look asunder to see a well-known quay,
“Welcome Home!” but I’m not here to stay.
This is not my home anymore.

Home is that place when you depart,
You miss and wish with all the heart,
To return; but I am bitter and tart.
I push away from the familiar shore.

Some call this home and that is fine,
It is just not for me, it is not mine,
For distant coasts and adventures, I pine.
I stretch the sails and on the oceans, I soar!