Christ, my lifelong example

The footprints I step on,
The hand prints I marvel,
The life whom I follow,
In Christ, my lifelong example.

God-given Family

3 sounds to this word,
Deep in meaning, no small effort,
Felt, no matter how far,
Through the oceans and deserts,
Bigger, larger then just me,
Beautiful to behold, truly,
Have you not guessed?
3 sounds to this poetry,
The grace of God that has given us, FAMILY.

Christ my mason

Streets darkened,
Lamps in the distance,
Heart feeling burdened,
Memory, uncertain,
Yet one thing remains constant,
I am my Father's creation,
Hands to his chisel, molded by Christ, my mason.

Nature's beauty

Humbled by such beauty....
Butterflies in flight,
The woods, where insects feed,
A sunset's glorious light,
Walking bare feet along a beach,
Breathless, hearing horses stampede,
Such creation, a work of art,
Awed in the presence of my Father, deep in my heart.

Living

A journey I took one day,
Never looking back, determined, on my way,
Lacking purpose, meaning, with nothing to say,
Walking through this life, wondering as I go,
Somewhere out there, that is all I know.

Yet, I was found one Easter,
Lost and lonely, at the door, ever closer,
Warmly greeted, alone, no not for a moment,
Such peace, never to be forgotten.

To be blessed, to be living,
Guided on my way, joy in knowing,
Lead me oh God, so that I may see,
My Savior, my Love, my King.

This life I live,
Precious is the gift,
For this I know, I would walk where HE leads,
Till the day, my sweet love, I meet.

Where would this journey lead,
Remembering once it was me who sought,
Now in turn it is I who greet,
For those who pass through this door,
That is what they would meet,
A life transformed, by my God, complete.

Life inspiring

Spoken, yet nothing heard,
Stumbling, as the mind worked,
To reach out and connect,
Failing to say the words.

Closer than once imagined,
Speechless, though I am writing,
Grateful for the chance,
In life, God my Father, inspiring!

Brokenhearted

Standing at the precipice of Life,
Defiance shown in the eyes,
But there is no turning back,
The choice to live or die.

Though I speak in spiritual,
Yet this choice be crucial,
Only God can save me,
For in myself, defenseless, utterly.

Broken again and again,
Within me, a crack, a flaw, a stain,
God, my potter fashioned me anew,
And in this life, in HIM I pursue.