This is a prose poem about John,
the BAPTIST
in the wilderness.
Rest Here My Son

riemcguy


The grandeur and glory of the Judean Wilderness presents itself to the weary traveler.

Formidable purity pervades from the Judean Hills to the Sea of Salt. 
Worldly adornment is not match for pristine beauty. 
The silence could be maddening for those who can not appreciate the feeling of aloneness, yet at peace within. 
Separateness from the world creates an awareness of unity with the creation and the Creator. 
Every piece of architecture in the Wilderness Temple sings praises for His acts of power and majesty.
From the plurality of the specks of sand to the sublime beauty of the desert sunset the greatness of creation is extolled. 
Weariness is no longer the emotional, physical and mental sensation. 
Complete refreshment of the body invigorates the traveler as he resumes his quest in the
  purpose of his life; that is, being Prophet of the Most High God.

marieguay
riemcguy@earthlink.net


Dream Not
Charlotte Morgan


As the night did fall and moon began to rise
I fell deep into a sleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
I dreamt of a man who was loving and kind
In a dream world of my own he wasn't very hard to find.
His clothes were like rags and no money he had
He seemed to be quite poor, but never acted sad.

He talked of a land and his father up above
He told me all I needed was a heart filled with love.
I dreamed he healed the sick and the lame they did walk
His voice was calm and soothing as the people heard him talk.
He offered each New Hope he said his life would pave the way
As my dream began to unravel I knew I'd see him again someday.

The next morning as the sun filled the sky
I knew my soul was saved and soon began to cry.
I felt his love all around me and my soul was complete
No longer with Satan's evil would I have to compete.
Dream not my child for I am real
Your soul in now God's for I was the seal.

God’s Smallest Angels

A little piece of heaven, sent to us from above.

God’s smallest angels, with so much love.

Ours to nurture, for a little while.

Quite a handful, patience to trial.

So many questions, curiosities child.

One moment asleep, the next running wild.

Big brown eyes, so full of delight.

Sweet precious smile, shining so bright.

A hug, a kiss, little darling boy.

Roomfull of laughter, bundles of joy.

Asleep in your lap, drying their tears.

Afraid of the dark, hushing their fears.

Crayons and books, puzzles and cars.

Teddy bears, trucks, chocolate candy bars.

Frogs and turtles, baseball and bat.

Balloons and bugs, big fluffy cat.

Running outside, playing hide and seek.

Stepping in mud puddles, fishing in the creek.

Chasing fireflies, riding his bike.

Counting the stars, no two are alike.

School books, soccer, playing the bass.

Memories to cherish, time can’t erase.

Rubbing his eyes, it’s time for bed.

Saying his prayers, bowing his head.

Sleepy little boy, another day is through.

You thank God, for sending his smallest angels to you.

~*~KIM~*~

12/99

A Tree Thee Carried

Upon Thy head, a crown of thorns pierce.

Tattered robes hang loosely.

Across Thy bloodied, scared back.

A tree Thee carry, heavy.

Weaken is Thy body, strong Thy soul.

Weeping can be heard, mocking also.

Crucify Him, they cry unruly

Walking, yet crawling, up to the hill.

A skull resembled, GOLGOTHA, tis death.

Thee stumbles, another carries on.

Eyes of humanity upon Thee.

Roman soldiers abound.

Flinging Thee to the ground.

Upon the tree, Thy gentle miraculous hands, pierced.

Thy anointed feet, with rusty nail.

Tis agony upon Thy soul, pain upon Thy heart.

Broken beyond mortal understanding.

The tree raised between two thieves.

Marked as King of the Jews.

Soldiers barter Thy only mortal possession.

Blood trickles down Thy face, Thy hands, Thy feet.

A river of crimson, it flows.

Forgive them, Thee whisper to the heavens.

They know not what they do.

Darkness blocks out the sun, lightening rips, rolling thunder.

The earth shakes, foundation ripped asunder.

Unto hell, Thy perfect soul descends, drowning in humanities sin.

Thy Father turns away, not to withstand.

Thy precious blood pure, an atonement for man.

Tis finished, My Father, Thee whisper.

Thus, Thee surrenders Thy soul unto death, momentarily.

Tears of heaven burst forth, the earth, creation.

Mourn for Thee, Thy creator.

Three days hence, Thy tomb lay empty.

Death unable to hold Thee.

The stone rolled away, Thy angel awaits...

A Tree Thee Carried, 2,000 years past.

~*KIM~*~

1/2000
kgarwood@hotmail.com


My Life Has Just Begun

Such a wonderful thing has happened to me
Made my life worth while
And set my being free.
Jesus has called me to be His own
Never will I have to walk alone.

Such a wonderful feeling, life from the start
To know God's spirit dwells in my heart.
Each and every promise is there for me to claim,
Never will I be the same again.

Jesus you mean the world to me,
You gave your life for me,
And now I'm living mine for you.
You give me the song in my heart,
And now I'll praise you with every part of me.

What a wonderful gift from Heaven above,
Jesus blessed Saviour, a Shepard of life.
You suffered for our sorrows,
You died to bare our shame,
So we all might live, believing in His name.

Such a wonderful life with Jesus by my side,
Never to forsake me IN JESUS I'LL ABIDE
Thank you Heavenly Father for your precious Son.
Since, Jesus came into my life,
My life has just begun.

Thank You Heavenly Father
Charles Brannen