Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

(Un)random chorus

Scribbles on the Sand

Drag me to the Savior’s side

Bring me to where He stands

Where stones and death have no power

My guilt is written on sand

So easily erased by the tides

Of His love


This is a piece I wrote (and rewrote a couple of times) based on the first few verses of John 8:

1 but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives.
2 At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. 3 The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group 4 and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5 In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” 6 They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.
But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7 When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8 Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.
9 At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. 10 Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”
11 “No one, sir,” she said.
“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”

Redemption

The Shepherd became the Lamb
To be one with the lost
He came down from His throne
The King of kings, the Host of hosts
And let drip His blood
For those He loves most
That's you and me, brother (and sister)
He bought us at the highest of costs

Me in His Tree

It was me by His Tree
Taking refuge, whilst being free
Shielded from the glare
Unfazed by the wind
Splashing in the water
Satisfied from within

Now, it’s me in His Tree
Taking in others, setting them free
Shielding from the glare
Barring the wind
Keeping in the water
Bidding, “Come, jump in.”


This was the unofficial "carrier poem" of CYAF's involvement in Bradford's Ministry Fair 2010, in November of last year.

The title, which was the drive of CYAF is a play of words: MINISTRY ---> ME IN HIS TREE

It tells of our growth, or aspiration to grow, from being blessed to becoming blessings to others.

Life is...

You wake up
And find that you have none
You spend the whole day
Trying you gain just one
When there are some
Who are born right out of trust funds
Who may sleep all day
And still have much in their hands

Yes life is not fair
No matter how much you try
No matter how much you dare
But if you see the wonder that is in all
Yes life is not fair
But it is beautiful

You choose to love
And find all the reasons to smile
You give your all
Only to find out it’s not worth your while
Hold your head high
You’ll see, if you look beyond big pains
Swarms of small blessings
Like floods that come from droplets of rain

Yes life is not fair
No matter how much you try
No matter how much you dare
But if you see the wonder that is in all
Yes life is not fair
But it is beautiful

a song for my God

You gave us the sun up above,

To keep us warm during the day;

You gave us the stars in the sky,

To gaze upon when we may


You gave us the mountains and seas,

To wonder and marvel upon;

We now live enjoying all these,

Because You gave us Your Son


In thanksgiving,

I give all that I have;

In worship,

I offer all that I am;

In praise,

I now sing...

To You my God (and King)


You flood us with Your blessings,

That we overflow with them;

You make our paths straight,

Now we run the race to win


And every time we go astray,

You take us back with open arms;

To save us all from sin,

You let Your Son be the Lamb


I wrote this on Monday morning at four

I have wanted to write lyrics to a song for a long time now

I thank God He gave me the right words even at the unholiest of hours

Nine Months and Counting...

26th of July
by Paulster

Nine months and growing stronger,
Nine months and going further;
Through up and down, we're forward bound,
Give up? Oh no. Oh never...


We shared in laughter, shared in tears;
Yet we tread on despite our fears;
Onward we go, through high and low,
On to the coming of the years


From here, where do we go?
Even time and age do not know;
But with our love and God above
We'll get all our ducks in a row


We will both reach for our dreams
Impossible though it sometimes seems;
For He's by our side, our loving Guide
We can face each day with a beam



July 26 marks the nineth month since I and Melcia got together. I wrote this poem a day before. This is for her. This is for you LANGGA...

bumps and waves

It's been quite a while since I've posted something sensible. And I don't have the time right now to write one. So I'm posting another poem of mine. I wrote this one with high hopes of reading it in the first "Kape ug Kanta" of the Bradford CYAF and CYF in front of people. The activity by the way is all about music, jamming, appreciating the presence of friends, praising God and, of course, coffee!!! Well I never had the guts to "volunteer" my poem. So I ended up reading a really cool (and weird at the same time) poem.

Here is the one I wrote:

Through Bumps and Waves

By: Paulster

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My life has been a bumpy ride

And I have taken all the wrong turns

From dead ends to pit holes and cliff sides

I'm going slow yet the rubbers burn

When the roads get slippery and wet

And my eyes cannot see through the haze

Friends are those who keep me on track

Those who cheer me on to finish the race

And tell me to trust in God’s amazing grace


At times, my life is a rough cruise

A vessel sailing on a storm-tossed sea

With a broken mast and no paddles to use

I’ve been adrift and floating aimlessly

As the waves grow higher and stronger

And the wind leaves me shivering to the core

Friends are those who wrap their arms around me

Saying: “Together we can reach for the shore

Because God’s love is mightier even more”

ADAMANT THOUGHTS

by paulster

080502/080505


The universe is big,

But dreams can be bigger;

Don’t waste time, think,

Always remember:

Great things are wrought

By adamant thoughts!


Falling is often certain,

But it forges the will to rise;

Take heart, stand strong;

Quitting is unwise;

Never hope for naught,

Live on with adamant thoughts!


The world is hostile

But the truth is a strong ally;

Have just a little faith,

God’s love will never die;

Know that the battle is fought

With adamant thoughts!

poor poet

Gee, I don't want my first blog to be really short and boring. I just remembered I wrote something for someone almost a year ago. She actually ignored it. So I'm posting it now.


Dinner at Gerry's
by paulster
july2007

I always find myself thinking
Of that dinner at Gerry’s
Something makes me keep coming
Back to that time and place

Was it the food on the platters?
Or the way she held her silvers?
Her fingers danced so gracefully
When she tapped the table lightly

Maybe it was the glass of drink,
Or the way she sipped her tea?
As her lips kissed the glass’ brink
And then spoke a few words with me

Perhaps it was something in the air,
Or everything about her hair?
It seemed to flow like silk so grand
When she stroked it with her hands

Probably ‘twas how we chattered
But it was her eyes most likely
And the way both of them glittered
As she stared away blankly

When finally we said goodbye
And we all went our own ways
I didn’t seem to know why
I hated watching her go away

I have not seen her for months now
Still, I wonder why and how
My mind is filled with memories
Of her and that dinner at Gerry’s