Taking Over Me

I’ve been asleep for too long, in a dream
Dreaming of what it all means
Thought I knew but it was a haze
Wasn’t living, I was stumbling in a daze

Anger and hate taking over me
I craved the dying flesh, like a zombie
Desires misplaced, chased only sin
And it was eating me alive from within

My heart, like the night of the living dead
I need Someone to breathe life into me again
God, put life-giving flesh on these cadaverous bones
Bring the dawn of a new day and lead me home

Give me new life, only You are able
I’m done chasing fantasy and fable
Cleanse me of the darkness inside
And fill me with Your Light

I’m done running after rotting meat
I want to follow the One on the Mercy seat
Forgive me for listening to my deceived heart
Please God, give me a fresh new start

**Inspired by Ezekial 36:26-27, Ezekial 37 (Vision of the Valley of Dry Bones), and Romans 5

For anyone who wants a fresh start or wants to understand the Gospel better:

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The Secret Place, The Sacred Space

During times of struggle, I go to the secret place
Yes, I flee from the world out there
I fall to my knees in prayer
While I’m troubled, I dwell in the sacred space

As the pride of lions
Circle, ready to devour the flock
He will set me on His rock
He will hide me in His pavilion

He answered in the secret place of thunder
I dwell in the shadow of the Almighty
I fall before His throne on my knees
In awe and childlike wonder

You hide my prayers in Your presence, the secret place
You put my tears into Your bottle
And seal them in the sacred space
They are written in Your book
You keep them to Yourself, where they are safe
I bow myself before You, my Lord –
Almighty Lord, You are my Holy hiding place!

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O God, You are more awesome than Your holy places.
The God of Israel is He who gives strength and power to His people. Psa 68:35

You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book? Psalm 56:8

For in the time of trouble
He shall hide me in His pavilion;
In the secret place of His tabernacle
He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon a rock. Psalm 27:5

You called in trouble, and I delivered you;
I answered you in the secret place of thunder;
I tested you at the waters of Meribah. SELAH Psalm 81:7

You shall hide them in the secret place of Your presence
From the plots of man;
You shall keep them secretly in a pavilion
From the strife of tongues. Psalm 31:20

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1

“But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly. Matthew 6:6

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I was also inspired by this song. ❤

I’d also like to thank Ruth for helping me with edits to this. ❤

I hope to get back into blogging; lately, I haven’t slept well and it’s affecting my concentration, meaning it’s harder to write. 😅  Also been spending many hours gardening. 😀 I hope to catch up with you all soon! 🙂

Crimson Drops

They have put a thorn of crowns on His brow
Crimson drops roll down His cheeks
And under the purple robe
His back bleeds

Lift up the thorns, still dripping clots of gore
They scourge Him creating a river of red
That splashed upon the floor
Without remission, His blood shed.

Flung to the hard ground
To wood, hands and feet nailed –
He made not a whimpering sound
Nor did He flinch or flail.

They pierced His side
Running forth blood and water
On that cross, He died
And this pleased the Father.

The spotless Ram,
Perfect sacrifice
The blood of the Lamb,
Lord Jesus Christ!

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Mark his brow-they have put about it a crown of thorns, and the crimson drops of gore are rushing down his cheeks! . . . But turn aside that purple robe for a moment. His back is bleeding. ..They lift up the thongs, still dripping clots of gore; they scourge and tear his flesh, and make a river of blood to run down his shoulders! This is the shedding of blood without which there is no remission…They fling him to the ground; they nail his hands and feet to the transverse wood, they hoist it in the air…Blood from his head, blood from his hands, blood from his feet. They pierce his side, and forthwith runneth out blood and water. — Charles Spurgeon

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Usually, Bible verses inspire me to write, or nature. But this quote… I couldn’t help it, I had to write about it. 🙂

Happy Easter! ❤

My Emotions

 

My emotions
Like a wild beast
A tiger crouching
Ready to pounce
And tear at my insides
As if my heart were its prey

My emotions
Can’t be tamed
For every time I reach
They bite like ravenous wolves
Making me bleed tears
That fall down my cheeks

My Helper comes
Extends His arm forward
I cringe as I expect
Frustration
Bitterness
Sadness
Anger
Pain
To attack Him
But He looks at me
“Will you let Me in the gate?”
“Yes Lord.”
I open the gate
He goes into the wild
He pets them and calms them
Patience
Restoration
Joy
Love
Empathy
Tamed at last

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But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. (Galatians 5:22-23)

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Hello, and happy Monday! 🙂 The first two photos are two cats I had years ago, Simba and Sonny. I feel like I need to apologize to Jackie for using this photo again, but it captures the untamed feeling I was going for. 😅 I know this is a little different than the poems I usually post but I wanted to try something different and raw. I hope you enjoyed and have a great day! ❤

Asking, Seeking, Knocking

I thought I knew You
But knew another instead
Junk food for the soul
Not nutritiously fed

Eating.

My spirit grew fat on the sugar
And my health deteriorated
On the outside I looked healthy
But inside the lies saturated

Dying.

Then I was fed with Truth
Junk food tasted sweet
But I didn’t want to die –
I drank the milk and moved to meat

Fighting.

I felt as if I weren’t on solid ground
But were standing on sinking sand.
Like the floor was not sound
And I had no helping hand.

ASKING.

What is truth
And what is lies
Who is the Rock?
Oh hear my cries!

Praying.

I trusted no one, feeling like
I went from a dream to awake.
Is this You or is that You?
Which is real? What is fake?

SEEKING.

You will reveal Yourself
To those who seek
That was a promise
To the humble and meek.

KNOCKING.

I looked through the pages
And read the words
Ate the book, found You
The milk did not turn to curds

Worshipping.

Your words are not sour
You truly bring life to my spirit
Your words are sweet to taste
And keep me from the pit

Singing.

I praise You for bringing
Your light into me
And saving my soul
And shining through me

Living.

I will follow You
Death cannot find me
Perhaps I’ll sleep for a time
But You will raise me

Everlasting.

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I feel like I need to apologize to mom… using her delicious sundaes and Oreo cake as an example of unhealthy foods. 😅  They sure were good though! And that’s also mom’s ground turkey stew and seasoned chicken and veggies.

Good stuff. And she made enough for an army. I ate it for lunch and dinner every day for days and I’m not complaining. It was a delight. 😋 

Hope you enjoyed and see you around! ❤

Mighty To Save

What is sin?
Ignorance is not bliss
I didn’t question –
Temptation kissed

I took his hand,
Not knowing what pain
Would lie ahead
But God saw the stains.

What was a crime?
Sin gently fogged my vision
Smeared them with grime
Clouded my lens…

My glasses once clear
Were no longer.
Sin grinned and sneered
Oh, I wished I’d been stronger!

Blinded by guilt –
I was too far gone, I knew
But His blood has been spilt!
He paid the price, this was true!

Oh my Lord, what have I done?
I fall to my knees and look above –
May I let go of what He hates,
And embrace what He loves!

No condemnation in Jesus –
I repented and from sin, turned away.
There is no guilt in His grace,
Forgiveness is here to stay!

It wasn’t too late for me –
He pulled me from the grave.
Death where is your victory?
Oh, Jesus is mighty to save!

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This is part two of a series, with last week’s I Let Them In being the first part. And this will have a part three! Who knew? I didn’t. XD I intended for next week’s post to stand alone, but this poem and last weeks came to me. Praise Jesus. 🙂 See you soon! ❤

He Has Delivered My Soul In Peace – Psalm 55 inspired poem

Please don’t hide from my plea;
O Lord, hear my prayer,
As I mourn vociferously,
Show me Your loving care!

The voice of the enemy,
The wicked oppress me,
They cast iniquity upon me
And in their anger, hate me.

My heart is painful within
The terrors of death fall on me,
Fearfulness and tremblin’
Horror has overwhelmed all of me.

Oh, if I had a dove’s wings,
I would fly away to be at rest
I’d go far away from evil things
And remain in the wilderness

I would hurry in my escape, you see;
From storms and chaos, for I have seen
Violence and strife in the city
Of where I had once been.

They go about it night and day,
In their midst are mischief, evil, and sorrow,
Deceit and guile walk the streets to play
And it will likely be the same tomorrow.

It was not an enemy that shamed me –
For if it had been, I could have persevered.
But it was a friend, and equal, who named me –
Not someone who hated me; but one I revered!

I have fond memories of sweet conversations,
Walking in Your house in each other’s company.
Let them die, for wickedness is in their mansions
And let them be sent to a place of misery.

As for me, I will call upon Thee
And my Savior shall rescue me.
Evening, morning, and noon I talk to Thee
And cry aloud, and He shall attend to me.

He has delivered my soul in peace
From the many battles that raged inside me
You shall hear, and never will cease
You shall afflict them, for they don’t know Thee.

The acquaintance has put his hands
Against such as to be at tranquility.
Why he did these things, I don’t understand.
He broke his promises to me.

Smoother than butter were his words
But war was in his heart
His words softer than oil, yet he drew swords
Only to tear me apart

I cast my burdens upon Thee, Lord; You’ll sustain me.
You shall never allow wickedness to win; I trust in Thee.
But you, O Lord, will bring them down to the pit.
Deceitful men shall not live out half their days!

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Psalm 55 inspired. 🙂 (To read the psalm that I based this on, click here.) I was unsure about tremblin’ but… I didn’t see another way to make that line work. 😅

The others in this series are: Psalm 88 (Draw Nigh!), Psalm 96 (The Lord Of Hosts Reigns Always!), and Psalm 01 (Those That Follow Thee). Because I never seem to write in order. 🤣