Lion of Judah

 

A friend of mine painted a gorgeous picture of a lion for another friend.  I’m not going to lie, it was hard to fight the jealousy.  It was a beautiful picture, and I wanted a replica.  (It unfortunately is not the one below) As I was staring at her painting during worship at Arise bible study last night, I was inspired to write a poem.  Here it is for your enjoyment.

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He is the Lion
He is the superior King of all things,
And all things tremble at His roar.
Yet He is love.
His mane is like a field of wheat radiating in the glory of the sunrise.
His eyes are deep pools of kindness
Drawing me in—
To repentance
To fellowship
To intimacy.
He is the Lion of Judah,
And He is my God.

I long to be His alone
I long to be with Him,
To know his heart.
Yet I know my place is here
So, I gaze into His eyes of love and grace
I am captivated by them.
I bask in the glory that falls when His mane shakes—
In my life
In my city
In the nations.
I want more of Him,
His glory
His wholeness
His love
His grace
His kindness
His everything
I want it all.

Come, Oh Lion of Judah!
Roar over me.
Shake your mane over my heart.
Let me gaze into your eyes.
Captivate me with your presence.

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Ducky with an Afro

Being a substitute teacher, sometimes kids will ask me the most random things.  Once during a morning meeting and sharing time, all the kids shared something good that happened or is soon happening to them.  They then asked me what good think I wanted to share.  After some thought, I told them about the poetry writing I have been doing.  After sharing one of my poems, one little girl comes up to me with a big smile and asks, “Can you write a poem about a ducky with an afro?” Well, dear readers, here is what she got.

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Ducky with an Afro

Ducky with an afro,
you think you’re so fantastic.
Really you are noting
but a crazy hair fanatic.

You have painted your hair blue,
and you have cut it short and stout.
You have made it look all messy,
and gone a year without.

You have braided it with wire
and made it stick straight up.
You have even made it look
like a golden winner’s cup.

You’ve striped it like a rainbow
and striped it like a skunk.
You’ve shaped it like a treetop
and shaped it like a monk.

Ducky with an afro,
you think you’re super cool.
But really,
I gotta tell ya,
you look like a fool.

Ducks with Hats

In an effort to stretch my creative mind, I am challenging myself to post one poem or prose piece every week on Tuesdays.  Today is the first official day of that Poetry Pros challenge.  I am by no means a poetry pro, but I can write poetry and prose.  This is a poem inspired by a very creative girl in one of my classrooms.

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Ducks with Hats

I was going to the park
to insure the ducks were fed.
I planned to bring them something,
so I grabbed some week-old bread.
When I walked up to the pond,
oh what a sight I saw!
Each duck was swimming to and fro
and proudly wore a hat to show.

One looked extremely clumsy
bumping into all the other ducks,
but luckily he was the one wearing
the football helmet of Andrew Luck.
Then I saw one splashing water
as if everyone else was flaming with fire.
Ironically, he was the one
wearing the hat of a fireman.

There was one who must have thought
an artist she once was,
for sitting on her tiny head
was a black beret with colorful painted fuzz.
Another must have thought the water
was as cold as the northern pole,
for covering her from head to nose
was a fluffy, woolen hat the color of a rose.

One who looked extra goofy
must have been the flock’s own clown.
He swam around in his crazy way,
and he wore a jester cap of blue and brown.
Another glided and flew
like a dancer giving a show.
He wore a pinstriped fedora
and moved to jazz playing on Pandora.

Still another wore a gardening hat,
and as she waddled to the flowers,
the ribbons flapped in the wind.
One wore a red and white striped hat that towered
like a skyscraper on his head.
One looked regal and formal,
like she was the queen going to tea,
wearing a hat embroidered with flowers and bees.

One was in a baseball cap;
another was a cowboy.
One was in a pirate hat;
another was a knight of Troy.
And you probably don’t beleive me
when I tell you what I saw.
for when I went back to the pond
all the ducks with hats were gone.

Heaven’s Shore

When I close my eyes
and think of heaven,
I imagine deep blue seas
crystal, clear, and sandy.
The waves crash onto the paradise shore
met by white sands
shining like micro diamonds
reminding me of all the thoughts
of love My Jesus has for me.
And with His hand in mine,
we walk.
For the first time,
and for all of eternity,
we walk,
we talk,
we intimately share
like old friends at a reunion.

And like pen pals who finally meet,
we sit in the soft sand,
watching the sun dance on the water
in brilliant arrays of color,
and we share intimate details,
the deep thoughts and stories
which letters couldn’t hold.
And then the worship begins anew.
As the angelic choir
declares His greatness,
I sit.
Like a girl adoring her father,
like a bride treasuring her husband,
I sit,
I worship
I exalt,
My King,
My God,
My Lord,
My Love,
My Friend,
My Everything,
My Jesus.

Sonflower 

Sunflower-Field

I am a sonflower,
And I fix my gaze on the only Son.
Even when darkness falls
And the Sonlight has passed me by,
I will set my eyes on the eastern sky.

For as the sun will rise,
So also my Sonlight will rise anew.
The moon reflects His light
To remind me He is with me.
Through the darkest of nights, He is with me.

The more I seek His light,
The more I’m confident His light is there.
The more confident I am,
The more the east is fixed in my sight,
while the leaves of my heart take in Sonlight.

I am a sonflower,
And I fix the leaves of my heart on Him.
As my leaves follow Sonlight,
It gives strength to the whole sonflower,
And I wait to bask in the light of dawn.

 

Beautiful Creation–God’s Imagination

Beautiful creation–
God’s imagination
On display for all to see
His glory and Majesty
His wonder
His grandeur
His all-sufficient power
Beautiful creation–
God’s great imagination

I love the overall picture here with the mountains and the trees! Gorgeous!
I love the overall picture here with the mountains and the trees! Gorgeous!
When I woke up Saturday to do my devos, I was mesmerized by the beauty of the mountain with the low cloud hovering over it!
When I woke up Saturday to do my devos, I was mesmerized by the beauty of the mountain with the low cloud hovering over it!

Panorama of Cutty's

I just love the perspective here with the creek and the tree roots!
I just love the perspective here with the creek and the tree roots!
I am pretty much obsessed with tree roots!!!
I am pretty much obsessed with tree roots!!!
Different roots and different part of the creek, but still so amazing! God's creation is spectacular!
Different roots and different part of the creek, but still so amazing! God’s creation is spectacular!
On our hike, I found a heart shaped whole in the tree.  Love!
On our hike, I found a heart shaped whole in the tree. Love!

How Do You Worship


How do you worship when...
    prayers seem to bounce off the ceiling,
    God’s voice seems to be muted,
    and your spiritual senses seem to be infused with Novocain?
How do you worship when...
    you don’t have the strength to lift your hands,
    or the will to try?

How do you worship when...
    your vision is like a lens out of focus,
    your pebbles of life feel like boulders,
    and your questions go unanswered?
How do you worship when...
    all around you is pain--
    a fallen world, dying in the weight of itself?

How do you worship when...
    you don’t know how to worship,
    every prayer feels like the same as before,
    and all you have to offer God are cliches of truth.
“You are holy.”
“God is good.”
“He is faithful.”
How do you worship when such truth
    feels like what you’ve prayed a thousand times,
    sung a million times,
    and declared a billion times?

How do you worship when...
    you KNOW you cannot not worship,
    you KNOW to not worship is to give in to the Devil’s schemes,
    and you KNOW to not worship is to die,
    yet worship remains an uphill battle?
How do you worship when you no longer care to worship?

How do you worship when...
    someone unexpectedly pays for a meal you can’t afford,
    you receive a job promotion,
    or the puzzle pieces of your life begin to fall into place
How do you worship when...
    life hands you the lemonade
    instead of just the lemons.

How do you worship when...
    blind eyes see,
    deaf ears hear,
    or chronic illnesses disappear?
How do you worship when...
    finances, health, and personal goals align,
    when God’s blessings are abounding?

Thanksgiving. Truth. Spirit.
Always Thanksgiving--in every circumstance.
Always Truth--from your heart and from the Word.
Always by the Holy Spirit.
Even if the only thing you can say is,
“I am thankful that God is God alone.”

Simply, never never never quit worshiping God.