Someone Cares For You

This was the first poem I wrote back in my early twenties shortly after I got saved.

A long time ago in a land far away
A Saviour was born and still lives today

He died on the cross for you and for me
He gave up His life so we can be free

He went up to heaven to prepare a place
For those who are saved through God's wonderful grace

He's watching and waiting and caring for you
And hoping that someday you'll love him too

He says if you love me you'll do as I say
Do you love him enough to follow his way

If he came to your house searching for you
Would you die on a cross the way he did for you

He says if you publicly say you are mine
A place I will give you in heaven's divine

Would you open your heart and let Jesus come in
And tell him you love him again and again

Life can be hard and difficult too
So let Jesus carry your burdens for you

And when you have done that let everyone know
Of your wonderful Saviour born long ago

  My Chosen One

I received this from the Lord one day when I was experiencing a deep feeling of emptiness in my life. It was a special calling from Him to let me know that everything I ever need is in Him and I need not ever feel empty again.

You seek but do not find...
And the soul once again remains thirsty...
Do you not know that in me there is life?
           Yes, life everlasting...so rich and free...
Abundant life...
I long for your fellowship...
Come and dine with me and let us sup together...
My peace I give to you...so freely...
Will you accept my gift to you?
Behold, I stand at your door and knock...
          Welcome me...for in my father's house
           I have prepared you a place...
An eternity of love...an eternity of joy and peace...
Your search is over...for I have chosen you...
          We are one...you and I...and the soul
          no longer remains thirsty...
Welcome home, my child...

Love,
Jesus

   The Spoken Unborn

I wrote this after someone in my family got an abortion. I was so grieved by it and had such a burden for those unborn babies that are slaughtered minute by minute.

      Look at me...
     I am so frail and weak.
     In time I will grow strong.

       Look at me...
     I've not yet tasted life.
     Will I have the chance?

       Look at me...
     My heart beats for you.
     Can you feel its strength?

       Look at me...
     Waiting to be held and loved
      As only a mother knows how.

       Look at me...
     A product of my mother's pleasure.
     Am I just a toy?

       Look at me...
     Waiting to be born; yet afraid.
      No choice do I have.

     Look at me, Mommy...please...
     Before you kill me
      For I deserve to live.

 
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