• Nov. 22, 2006
Poems

Okay, I posted a couple of these on the 'personal poetry' post on CSCF, so Maria and Mariah, (It's funny typing that! :P)  you have already read two of them.  I read Cheekymonkey's poem, and it reminded me of these a bit, so I'm posting them.

The Wings of Life

By Sheila

Life gets all confusing,

I’m starting to grow up.

I start to ask: “Who am I?”

I wonder what direction

God will lead me in. 

I shut my eyes

and see a life,

that’s just about to fly.

Still on the ground,

the wind swiftly moving,

beneath my wings.

If God has a plan,

what is it? 

Will I be married in five years,

or will it be another twenty? 

Are children in my future?

Will I be teaching

or will I be learning

in ten years? 

I bow my head,

and consecrate my life

to him once again. 

It scares me sometimes,

and I wonder what I’m here for. 

But I know there is a reason,

and I’m ready to find out. 

God, direct my wings.

(Don't quote me on this next one, I don't quite understand it myself!)

The Life

By Sheila

Many other thoughts do swirl and whirl,

 while many other lands do hurt and hurl.

I do not know if I can justify,

 life, such a life as destined to I.

Maybe life is not supposed to be,

 this kind of strange and stark reality.

Perhaps, is it possible? We have lost a gentle spirit,

 a love so sweet and tender and no one will ever hear it.

Then again I marvel at the perfect will of God,

 the small and tender babies, whose feet have never trod.

As all the colours blossom in early spring,

 these perfect little wonders do gently ring.

The burnt out log and the rotten tree,

 remind of the attention we give to me.

Might if we would ask of God if he would please,

 guide us, help us, all our pain would ever cease.

My Jesus

By Sheila

I want to shine Jesus,

But my heart is not clean;

Full of sin and destruction,

And all things obscene.

I want to show his mercy.

But I’m so lost in sin;

I have a dirty, horrid underside,

And a filthy part within.

I feel a gentle touch;

Nudging under my face.

He lifts it up toward him,

And tells me of his grace.

I want to sing his praises,

I want to dance today,

My sins are forgiven,

And all my debts are paid.

No more do I feel dirty,

Lost in hopeless, wicked lusts.

I’ve been washed – I’m loved,

And it’s all from my Jesus.

I thought you might enjoy that! :)

Sheila

Comments

• Nov. 23, 2006
wow

Posted by cheekymonkey

Those are sooooooo good! the are so inspiring. well i did all kinds of stuff on my blog, come check it out!!! Also... how did you get that custom backround? 'cause i want one that's different.

~cheeky~

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• Nov. 23, 2006
:)

Posted by ChristsInstrument

I had the 'pinka dot' template', and I took a picture, uploaded it, resized it, and then I figured out in the HTML edit template part where the URL for the background pic was, and changed that to my pic's URL, and I found where the colours were etc. and changed the colour codes in there. Pretty isn't it!? :D

Your blog looks good, but where did all your pots go??? :)
Sheila

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• Nov. 24, 2006
For the poet:

Posted by Maria Pauline

You write good poems, they have so much feeling and meaning in them. :D

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