Poetry
Verse of the day
The Warrior
July 18, 2021
Her sword on the ground beside her,
Her crown askew,
Head bent, the warrior knelt down.
Where were the troops who had rallied around?
Where was the cheering crowd?
She shivered as the cold wind blew over her.
Was this the end?
Dark, hopeless, alone.
A glint of light touched the sword near her
And shone into her eyes, drawing her attention.
Feeling compelled to pick it up, she did;
Setting her crown straight, she stood up.
The sun was rising,
The slanting rays illumined her face,
Causing it to shine like gold.
Her eyes lit up.
How could she forget?
The Son had risen!
It was His Blood in her veins!
She was a fighter; a force to contend with!
With a grin on her lips that spelt doom to her enemies,
And fire in her eyes,
She set forth to conquer.
The victory was already hers!
Read morePrecious in His sight
July 24, 2021
Kneeling at the feet of Jesus,
She broke her precious alabaster jar
And washed His feet
With the costly perfume
And her tears.
He valued her tears more.
Read moreHis Glory shall be Revealed
August 14, 2021
The night sky above me,
The music of crickets in the background,
Eager, Expectant,
I peer into the pitch dark horizon.
There's no sign of the light,
But I know without a doubt -
It's coming;
The light is coming
Streaks of pink,
Hues of orange,
Tastefully blended colours
Will make an appearance
In the morning sky,
As the Sun sends forth it's rays...
Gently first,
But soon fierce and bright;
It's coming!
His Glory is rising,
It's rising upon His sons and daughters
As we eagerly wait for Him to move through us.
Like never before.
- art
Read morePurpose
September 10, 2021
Clay given form,
Breath in it's nostrils,
Walking, moving,
A purpose placed in it's heart;
Sands of time flow,
Everything shifting, changing,
Nothing permanent -
Everything transient...
Flickering lights,
Burnt out candles.
Amidst all this the race continues
For the persevering and the passionate to win.
Trophies that may fade,
Some will remain.
When the transition is complete,
And life's greatest dream achieved,
In His bosom,
Even the eternal trophies lose sheen
As the heart is finally satisfied.
Filled.
At rest.
No more change.
ART
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