Transformed To His Way

Tag: poetry

  • The Field

    The Field

    There is so Much More There is so much more in this field, I have found a pearl of precious price. The field is barren, broken, even overtaken in tares, but within this field there is life.  I have found the treasure, I have found something beyond the veneer of the desolate dust.  I have…

  • A Point of No Return

    A Point of No Return

    Lord may I reach the end of my days, not the end of life but the end of my ways. I have been adopted into your family and free course before your throne, but I find the world outside is beckoning me to return to what was known. Known comforts and pleasures, known as my…

  • The immutable amendment

    The immutable amendment

    God has written an immutable amendment, it was written upon eternity’s pages. He signed it with a cross and bought back all humanity paying the sin for all the ages.  Betraying Himself, He has brought man within.  Christ the Son of Man has erased the handwriting  of our sin.  Not by might, not by strength,…

  • Running From God who Desires to be Close

    Running From God who Desires to be Close

     Transparent as glass but hard as refined stone, I am an open book for fame and favor, but in rebuke and truth I remain unknown.  I hear the call from God to be one with His Son,to be holy,it is  a call to be close.  But the very things He touches and rebukes are the…

  • Why So Fallen

    Why So Fallen

    Why so fallen heart, why so weak and weary? Why have you been silenced among the scoffing and the toil? Why so disquieted within my soul, forsaking me when I fail? Where are you heart, why hide behind trouble’s veil?  I find when my heart is far from me, condemning me for what I have…

  • Broken Joy

    Broken Joy

    I find I have a broken joy, a joy conceived through sorrow. It does not come from my success, it does not flow from my growth or when I am full. This broken joy is from a broken will, a broken heart, and a broken soul. This joy is companion to trial and suffering, but…

  • Growing in quiet Rain

    Growing in quiet Rain

    Why must there be such travail in life, and such frailty in all that we hold dear? Why must our days be numbered, and our lives be no more than engraved years? Where are you God in this world, where are you in the struggles closest to our hearts? Why must there be silence in…

  • It is Here!

    It is Here!

    My work on the devotional poetry is complete, this is the second edition that I feel is fit to share with all the community, it already has found homes in Greece, Hungary, Africa, and more. It is such a blessing to share this work with people, especially when I know its contents point to our…

  • Why Must The Heathen Rage?

    Why Must The Heathen Rage?

    Why must the heathen rage, why must the unrighteous live and tread on? I have been faithful to thy statutes God and justice I see has not been carried out or done. Why must the evil within my heart be something I must carry and overcome? Why impart a new creation when the old is…

  • Harps in Willows

    Harps in Willows

    When we remembered Zion, it was a time and a season of great sorrow. For my soul is in great exile and my wounded spirit cannot move onto tomorrow. I hang the harps among willows, I dare not sing the song of my home or of the glory of my Savior. I am exiled from…