~ the creation ~
of the universe!
He is Creator! by Sandra L. Hickman
HE IS.....
The rising sun entering like a soft melody stirring the senses.
Awakening your heart with a song.
HE IS the orchestral conductor of the morning
heralding a brand-new iridescent light-filled day.
HE IS the One who opens your eyes to see another day.
HE IS the beating heart inside your chest...
You are His creation into whom He breathed life!
HE IS gently welcoming you into His daily-presence,
like a fresh cool breeze welcomes relief against the swelter
of the searing heat of a brown scorched summer.
HE IS.....
The sun setting boldly in loud profusion
like a magnificent grand concerto!
HE IS the Maestro taking a bow!
HE IS the sunset-splendour behind the ocean
where dark waters meet vivid red-orange skies,
beaming lights of dazzling yellow...
The purple and pink masterpiece of a spectacular night-sky.
HE IS the almighty Artist magnificently framing the seascape.
Masterly painted perfection from a holy palette,
displaying the Magisterial Lordship of creation!
HE IS..... The Creator!
From nothing He made everything!
All that ever was and ever will be was in Him,
and accomplished by Him alone!
The cosmos, the galaxies, the Milky Way and planets.
The waters and the ocean tides, the sun and sky,
the moon and the clouds ... owe their existence to HIM!
The billions of stars lighting up the darkness,
like tiny diamonds twinkling as heavenly lights!
Showcasing the most stupendous of visual delights.
All these things were created by His Word.
The One-and-only, who is GOD all on His own.
HE IS.....
The DNA of creativity which was inherited to us...
Gifted to us by the Creator and Father of all time!
This masterpiece of man, created in His image.
So let us shout with great Thanksgiving!
Let us sing loudly in songs of love and worship
to this Jesus, the Christ who is our All-in-all!
HE IS... Creator!
The Rising & the Setting of our Salvation!
The Dance by Ruth Asch
When God put a heart in Adam
He tied the invisible knot
which held all together
in its secret chamber.
He said ´This heart will beat
until the end of your days,
each pulse will drive you on
though your spirit fails,
and the strength of life will flow in a wider stream
whenever you hear a beat to echo its thrum.
Every regular sound will stir you to move,
my son.´
When God created Eve in wonderful curves,
saw love spring between them:
new ´life´ and her man -
He said ´Now let sound echo
the beauty which swerves,
at each syncopation, each lilt -
your hearts will skip, your bodies sway
possessed by the joy of my plan.´
And all Creation saw that it was good -
and they called it: Dance.
For Real by Wanda J. Burnside
Women, God especially created you
To be special in so many ways
You are amazing and spectacular
You’re not just a lump of clay!
You are a WOMAN!
Realize just who you are
You’re a real diamond . . .
You outshine the stars!
God put Adam to sleep
To create and form you!
He took one of Adam’s ribs ….
It’s a mystery what God had to do.
God gave you His full attention
In His hands you were held.
You’re His creation of unique beauty
For in His eyes you were beheld
He smiled while He created you.
For when Adam woke up from sleep
God absolutely and certainly knew
Adam would see a real Masterpiece!
A Man's Mind by Cheryl Hoffman
Since I was Tom Thumb's
petite little sister,
the scientist used me to help deliver
the info. from the volunteer mister,
injecting me into Mr. Smith's ear canal,
with the first door appearing pretty banal,
it boasted a picture of a grizzly bear,
opened it up and heard a bit of swear words,
also thoughts alternating between
sports, lust and making money,
you were obviously feeling kind of ornery,
had to close the door on those thoughts pretty quickly,
because the testosterone fumes were literally overwhelming me...
The second door had a picture of Winnie the Pooh,
which I thought looked adorable and very cute,
opened it up and took a peek inside,
heard some awful and horrible whining,
the man's thoughts were switching from
thinking he had the 24 hour flu,
to thinking he had a horrible disease
and was literally dying,
and not knowing if he needed a nurse or a hearse,
I left the room baffled and got on with my research…
The last room had a picture
of Gentle Ben posted on it,
peeked inside and it was all nice and quiet,
his thoughts were all about pleasing
his wife and kids and praying to God,
there was no denying this room
showed his intimate, tender side,
before I knew it I heard some loud snoring,
the man falling asleep from sheer exhaustion…
Well I thought I'd better get back to the real world,
as I slowly crawled back out of the ear canal,
with my bag of his mixed emotions,
of macho-ism, tenderness, humor, Mr. Fix It,
Mr. Bread Winner and some Peter Pan thrown in it.
And She Shall Be Called Woman by Mercy Susanna
One bone you chose
That shields his heart
Mist up with flesh
A pluperfect art!
You made me his crown
Strong yet so fragile,
Gentle and quiet
Worth in your sight.
Lord, I was barren,
You cast off my disgrace
While I picked my pieces
In the dust of the earth.
From Eden did I hear,
A hushed tone of voice;
Arise, Oh little girl
The womb has been opened.
You conquered those doubts
That pull me down from the sky,
Hence unlocked my thoughts
And gave me wings to fly.
So my soul sings with joy
for You took my heart;
Lord, You have turned me,
Into a pluperfect art!
Before Time Was Invented by Laura Urbaniak
Before time was written and God made man,
I held a deep love for you, so divine-
Sometimes confusing, hard to understand,
but after many years I called you mine.
Before the constellations took their shine,
I knew you were the only one for me-
One night of fine dining and Merlot wine,
captured your essence and set my heart free.
Before hands could touch and eyes made to s
ee,
you were the gentleman of my sweet dreams-
I know we were destined, you’d marry me,
life is surreal and not as it seems.
There are no words saying the life we’ve led-
I’ve loved you before time was invented.
Breathless Southern Nights by Daniel Turner
Relaxing to a rain song serenade
That breaks the stillness of hot southern nights
Fat bullfrogs harmonize while crickets play
A melting moon drips waxy yellow light
The motion of the porch swing cools your sweat
It's rhythm synchronizes with fireflies
Romantic nights like these remove regrets
Because they seem to somehow hypnotize
And yet to you they may not sound unique
With rain song serenades and melting moon
Our breathless southern nights have a mystique
Tranquility sings such a peaceful tune
If you think southern nights are not your thing
Come spend one with me on my old porch swing
The Larger Pulse by Bear Jack Gebhardt
Beneath the stars,
walking home down Sylvan Court
I’m caught by the sound of a single cricket--
two beats: crick-et, crick-et,
stead-y, stead-y,
here in the sum-mer eve-ning.
Then, surprise! feel these feet
hit the street
first left, then right, then left then right
keeping time with cricket chirp!
Who can doubt
Something
larger than us both
sets this pulse
here on earth?
Twinkling Star by Connie Marcum Wong
Oh brightest twinkling star
Stationary as you are
Watching seasons change
As they slowly rearrange
From winter's snowy birth
Whitening most of earth,
To see sweet flowers sing
With the breath of spring,
Into heat of summer's sun
Where cooling rivers run,
Until the bright hued trees
Lose their lovely leaves.
You watch it all from afar...
My beautiful twinkling star.
Dew by Joanna Daniel
Drops from heaven, sprinkled
delicately by God
directly on flowers
disappearing during
daytime under sun rays
designed for natural
delight and refreshment.
The Weaver by Patricia Callan
silver draped over
the canopy
a web on saplings
the spider fastens
sun and light
she weaves
her secrets
over the void
morning steps out
on a tightrope
Creation of a New Day by Kim Rodrigues
bliss
carved from
crimson dawn.
sailboat, glides by,
slow, peaceful – down a tangerine river.
sunshine shyly hides behind the dawn’s smile.
puffy clouds dance,
across warm
tree tops.
bold
hues
of light
permeate
the happy hills -
red, green, blue chorus of hallelujah.
Early Morning by Sandy Loam
I hardly need an alarm clock
for I have my own personal clock,
which wakes me up long before any others go off,
Sometimes I can do some leg raising,
as well as some toe and arm wriggling
before rising.
I heat up water to boil my tea:
Put some in a cup or glass
With ginger and fresh lemon grass.
Outside, God has provided a fresh soft breeze,
To cool every part of the body and …O2 to breathe.
I toil in the soil a bit,
chop off dry banana leaves.
Thank You, God, I am up and about.
Nature Prayer by Preston Graham
Above the grass a-buzz with bees
upon a mellow summer breeze
the morning sun warms by degrees
and from my sleepy memory flees
the smother of the night’s unease
which led me broken to my knees.
Might I accept that what one sees
in humble moments such as these
by skyward visions through the trees
entranced by warbling ancient seas,
these secret, sacred, reveries
piercing, piercing, my soul appease.
Thus, when swallowed by disease
or trapped between realities
oh might I grasp and ever seize
my God, I beg, I beg it please
the healing warmth of summer breeze
to guide me whole, back from my knees.
Sublime Flowers by Sara Chansarkar
Would be so colorless without flowers
A glimpse of the heaven’s mystical street
A reminder of God’s sublime powers
Smiling at the world after spring showers
Tulips, lilacs-nature’s unique free treat
Would be so colorless without flowers
Not one wise chemist working insane hours
Can ever conjure up fragrance so sweet
A reminder of God’s sublime powers
Adorning tombs of beloved dead of ours
Love and sorrow, flowers say at their feet
Would be so colorless without flowers
How to say it, the lad in love cowers
A red rose helps unlock his tongue indeed
A reminder of God’s sublime powers
Trapped in life’s concrete towns, roads and towers
Orchids in a pot make me smile and tweet
Would be so colorless without flowers
A reminder of God’s sublime powers
Sunflower - Ring of Fire by Sandra M. Haight
Of all the lovely flowers God has made,
there is one beauty that has touched my heart,
with petals marching round like on parade,
and graceful leaves attached that stand apart.
A work of art in gold with center, large
and raised, dark brown rimmed by a russet hue;
sunflower beauties, often seen in charge
in fields and gardens, standing tall in view.
Oh lovely ring of fire, your flames aglow,
like dancers poised at center, gracefully
sway to and fro, present your fiery show,
so beautifully mesmerizing me.
The Daffodil by E.A. Francis
She bows her head in grace and humility,
wrapped in her robe of delicate yellows.
Her center, like a fluted wine goblet,
directs the flow of her gentle song of praise,
While her oval petals announce Creation’s glory,
one day at a time.
Indeed, she rests on her stem as God rested at Creation’s end,
awaiting the fullness of redeeming joy,
when she will lift her whole being
unto heavenly glory.
He Comes! He Comes! by Sally Clark
Aspens quake, shimmering
with anticipation, crying softly
into the wind their joy in the Lord;
spilling golden coinage to forest floors,
an offering of riches to pine and spruce
until
their glory spent, they silently await
the winter s
nows that come to
hush their yearning.
Five Thousand by David Subacchi
This is the only miracle mentioned
In all four gospels. A sight so moving
To witness. Five thousand souls all feeding
On five loaves and two fishes provided.
Something great never to be repeated,
Counting the baskets of scraps remaining,
Dumb with awe our credulity straining
The power of this man demonstrated.
Afterwards we made our way home slowly
Some shocked and others high on argument;
We were common folk simple and lowly
Not used to dealing with such excitement;
But by night certain that he was holy
We all lay awake filled with amazement.
God Fearing by Jeffrey Lyndon Lee
A life without a reason, now has a meaning
I will always keep hope and faith to keep living
As I read my biblical verses for wisdom
The music in my spirit gives my life rhythm
I’m always in need of Jesus my loving friend
To help keep me away from harm and sin
But those without God who attain these goals
Soon find emptiness remains in their souls
If only they would believe in God's Son
And repent of the sinful deeds they've done
In the hour of pain and anguish
Suffer not our hearts to languish
Since our hope is in the Lord
Not what the world can afford
But fear is love, and love is fear
God gave us his Son Jesus to show us he cares
Clinging to God and Horses by Jenean McBrearty
To live in Kentucky is to believe in God,
to believe in His book,
because His Word lives here.
Everything that’s been made
was made by Him.
What we see, He saw before.
He’s put perfection here,
He put His horses here.
Manes and legs,
fetlocks and flanks,
withers and tails
forged together by His right hand,
by a holy hammer,
an animal created by a Master Blacksmith
that keeps us in Kentucky awed and humble.
Personal Attraction with Ghana by Funom Makama
I love the air, I cherish the freshness of my Ghana
I bask in the heat to sweat the liberty of Ghana
beauty in life and substance to form a distinct Ghana
Arts in fun’s colours, where should I be if not Ghana
I kiss the clouds that pour your rains my Ghana
and embrace the poles that permit your winds dear Ghana.
Small, gentle but mighty, that’s just my Ghana
your beauty grows but slowly, why oh why Ghana
don’t underrate your capable hands my sweet Ghana
in your team you still are a big brother gentle Ghana
unity lingers when I smell the cologne from Ghana
from the soils to the seas, God’s legs surely walk in Ghana.
A home of hope and peace is this lovely Ghana
Boadi, Amanianpong or Danquah my names in Ghana
Oh! Quaye, Akesseh and Frimpong still from Ghana
the mind finds rest with the beautiful bed sheets of Ghana
cornered by curtains of life only made by one in town Ghana
a home to my heart and one I’ll always find in this lovely Ghana.
We Are One by Vince Suzadail, Jr.
We believe in the same God
But in many different ways
We believe in Jesus Christ
And offer Him glory and praise
We pray in different languages
From sun to setting sun
By our actions you may know us
We are Christians We are one
We believe in life hereafter
Not the body but the soul
We believe that Jesus loves us
By His Resurrection made us whole
We believe in God the Father
And that Jesus was His Son
We believe in the Holy Spirit
We are Christians We are one.
Label Less by Danny P. Barbare
As if so proud, to wear the
chip of the sun on
the shoulder
a heart soft as a cloud
white as a smile
a label less hope from
horizon to horizon
a love more so than one in
the same.
Land of the Color Blind by Robert B. Moreland, PhD
See them every day the same routine,
heads down, going to jobs they hate;
come home to their land of want
with mounds of choking debt,
one more purchase buy.
“Someday” retire
to rest that
never
comes.
How can they never see the beauty
blossoming around weary feet?
God’s own symphony singing
glory of the spheres plain!
Life’s bounty, a rose;
goldfinch singing,
sun dappled
morning
rich.
I praise you Abba Father as the
sun rises above the great lake;
cloudless sky painted canvas,
waves caressing the shore!
Solitude and peace;
You surround me
bathing in
lavish
grace.
Winter's Dream by Norm Hutcherson
Paint drying
On a wind swept sign
Birds calling
Seeking the beauty
Of the rain
Clouds passing
Through open doors
Christ instructing
This is the way
In this sun kissed land
In a time of challenge
We should just
Get down on our knees
And give thanks
For despite the follies
Of our earth bound choices
It is the Lord
Who remains forever
Firmly in control
Grace Completes Nature by Eve Roper
Dark trees, ferns, await dawn’s stability.
Winking sunlight through pines tranquility.
Minsters conceptual reality,
becoming a part of you willingly.
Brilliance with mental capability,
showing modesty and humility.
A living, breathing, viability
fluttering independent entity,
shine purely within the vicinity.
My mind’s eye exceeds my ability.
Being Human by Kim Merryman
B-orn to make a difference in this fast-paced world, we
E-agerly embrace the challenges that come our way.
I-ndividuals, yet part of a collective whole,
N-eeding to connect and belong, thus recognizing and
G-uarding the sanctity of life.
H-umility and honesty are traits to be admired and,
U-nderstanding and compassion are jewels of great worth.
M-any are the choices we are faced with everyday,
A-nswering to our conscience, come what may;
N-avigating through life's adventures, our God piloting the way.
High Altitude Faith by Penny Peyser
Sat next to someone in an airplane seat
Who boldly asked if Jesus was my Lord.
Taken aback, her eyes I couldn't meet.
"That's such a pers'nal question," I implored.
Beware of challenges when strangers dare
Demand a testament of true belief,
Especially when
you're stranded in mid-air
And changing seats your one shot at relief.
I asked if she was on a mission now
Perhaps a Mormon, or another group
Had given her some quota or a vow
That she must add more members to their troop.
The engine stalled, she queried me again.
I grabbed her arm and shouted out, "Amen!"
A Transformed Heart by Ramelle T. Lee
When I gave my heart to Jesus,
He set my soul free!
Over a trillion angels danced in heaven.
For my sins were forgiven.
That stony heart is gone for good.
My heart is bursting with joy.
God changed me inside out.
And a transformed new life
Remains in my heart!
Drawing Power at the Cross by Gordon McConnell
Growing up throughout childhood
being always keen to read
there was a particular favourite
it had awesome effect indeed
The life of Jesus picture book
this affected me more than I knew
in those early years read of the cross
Jesus suffered at Calvary was true
Every time I read this at the cross
it made me to stop and slowly think
of what does this mean for me
Jesus forsaken His life to sink
Then three days later to rise
from the dead by God's power
conquered death the son of God
years later to be my believing hour
In my late 20s in night of sadness
my wife Jean had died at early age
these memories of years long ago
came afresh again to turn my page
The light came that Jesus died
for all my sin the price Christ paid
this is the power of the cross
Jesus comes in and forever stayed
Seasons by Molly ~ wound dresser
Father—Creation that you've made!
Spring's sweet buds, and Summer's glade;
Pumpkin's orange in Fall's bright pallet,
Forest's sleep 'neath Winter's mallet...
~~~
Your seasons teach me lessons stern;
Lessons that, I needs, must learn;
That all year 'round — these changes show,
I must change if I'm to grow!
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Why do I fight it? Fists clenched tight...
Why resist with all my might?
...with each new season in my life,
Relentless Change's pruning knife?
~~~
Cutting away the worn, with cost,
And though I weep at what I've lost;
Change will not yield — but cutting still,
Bids me swallow this bitter-pill...
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'Tis not the death of Heaven's dream...
'Tis not The Father's heartless scheme!
But Tender Wisdom from above,
Calling him Home...
Because — he's Loved!