The New Jerusalem
Posted on Mar. 5, 2008 at 4:22 PM
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I recently found this poem that I wrote sometime last year and I wanted to share it. I never finished it but as I intend to write no more on it, I suppose it is complete.
In the new Jerusalem
How will it be?
What will it be like?
What will I see?
There shall be no sorrows there,
There shall not be any tears.
There shall not be any dying there
And no, there will not be any fears.
There shall not be any crying there,
There shall not be any pain.
For God who rules in this place
Will everything sustain.
The fearful will not enter there,
Nor will the unbelieving.
Murderers, sorcerers, *****mongers and idolaters,
Shall be with those who lie and are deceiving.
They shall have their part in the lake
That is burning with fire and brimstone.
But there are those who will be in Heaven -
It is those who by Jesus are atoned.
The Holy Jerusalem -
How will it look?
What is it made of?
Let us take a look.
It has the glory of God.
Her light is like precious stones.
There is a wall both great and high
Are some of the things that are known.
There are twelve gates
Set in the great wall.
Three each on the north, south, east and west,
But still that is not all.
To the KING be all the glory!
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I Have Returned to the KING!
Posted on Jan. 4, 2008 at 10:21 PM
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This is a testimony of what the LORD did in my life in the year of 2006. I wrote this poem in this last week. Praise Him for what He has done!
My life was dark
Like the deepest night
When there came along
A great Light.
I was so empty
Like a turned cup
When Someone came along
And filled me up.
I was depressed.
I lived for myself.
The LORD’s precious Word
On my shelf
I scarcely read,
Until one day
He caught my attention
That had gone astray.
I had promised long ago
To serve my King
But now I had wandered
His praises no longer in my heart did ring.
But praise the LORD!
To Him I have returned.
I love HIS Holy Word
That once I had spurned.
Praise the LORD!
I have returned!
To the KING be all the glory!
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God's Providence in Jamestown
Posted on Sep. 26, 2007 at 3:58 PM
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This is a poem I wrote for a contest done by Vision Forum. I did not win, but I thought that you all might enjoy reading it. I plan to do a post very soon, about Jamestown (not in poetry form). If you have any questions about it, the answers of which you would like me to include in my post, please leave me a comment and I will consider putting it in my post.
God's Providence in Jamestown
The providence of God has been displayed
Through all the nations of the world.
From England to Egypt, Canada to Spain
His power and majesty have been unfurled.
The place I wish to speak of
Was in the country called the U.S.A.
Of this place in the state Virginia
The facts before you I will lay.
Long before the Revolutionary War...
Thirteen years before the Pilgrims came...
There rose a settlement by a river
And Jamestown was it’s name.
Jamestown is one place
Where God’s glory is told.
One place that has seen
The Lord’s story unfold.
It was founded in the year 1607
After a charter was granted by King James.
A group had sailed away from England.
Here are some of their names:
Thomas Couper was a barber,
Edward Wingfield a member of council.
William Laxton was a carpenter
And a gentleman was Nathaniel Powell.
Master Robert Hunt was a reverend.
Another gentleman was Thomas Gore.
James Read was the only blacksmith.
These are just a few people... there were many more.
One hundred and five was the number
Of individuals who to Virginia sailed.
The journey was fraught with tempest’s.
Without God’s help the voyage would have failed.
Lost they became on that voyage
They nearly returned whence they came.
But God sent a storm that forced them
Into a harbor, Cape Henry by name.
On May 13th Sixteen Hundred and Seven.
They arrived at their final destination,
The next day they commenced building a town,
Without showing any hesitation.
When some of the men were sent to explore,
The Indians attacked those remaining.
A ships crossbar struck down a bough from a tree,
Scattering the Indians and thereby the colony retaining.
So many ways God did provide for these people,
When they had a great lack of food,
The Indians behaved kinder and brought to them
Fruits and other provisions that were good.
When Captain Smith was taken prisoner
The Lord used it for great good.
Capt. Smith saved the lives of the colonist’s
And behaved as bravely as he could.
He almost lost his life to clubs,
But God sent Pocahontas the Kings daughter
To beg for the life of Captain Smith.
And she succeeded in changing the mind of her father.
The Indians declared themselves friends to Capt. Smith.
They sent him back home to Jamestown.
Pocahontas often brought food to them.
God was providing for them so they found.
Three times the colonists’ attempted
To abandon the fort they’d raised.
But Captain Smith prevented them
For that let God’s name be praised!
Captain Newport brought over more people,
Who accidentally fired the town
Houses, clothes and possessions were lost
Even their palisade’s were burnt down.
After the fire was put out,
And Captain Newport had sailed again,
Capt. Smith and Matthew Scrivener
Directed the town to be rebuilt by the men.
Soon after an expedition was headed by Capt. Smith
Where they planned to explore surrounding land.
While on the long and perilous journey
A stingray stung the Capt. near his hand.
His hand was swelled in four hours,
They were certain he was going to die.
They even prepared a grave
Where after his death he would lie.
But by the help of their Doctor Russell
And by the mercy of our God Almighty
The life of this great leader was spared
And they gave the praise to Whom it was due rightly.
When the men returned from their expedition
The whole town was very sick they found
It was all due to their selfish president
Who in this suffering had them bound.
God used Captain Smith to change
The government to the core.
Mr. Scrivener was appointed president
Then Capt. Smith went to explore some more.
On his return he became the president
And a fine president he made!
God used him to run Jamestown
By directions and the example he laid.
The men in the town became proficient with arms.
The town was rebuilt and repaired.
When the men were practicing with their arms in Smithsfield
The neighboring Indians came and just stared.
Many times the people were saved
From a death treacherous and cruel.
God sent them warning messages.
He often used Pocahontas as a tool.
Of this very same Pocahontas
I must say just a little more.
She was the first Indian who
The name of Christian bore.
She married a man named John Rolfe
To him she bore a son Thomas by name
She traveled with them to England
And died shortly after leaving the same.
Many other ways did God Almighty
For this small colony provide.
If I were to narrate of all He did
I should here much longer abide.
So now I conclude my narrative.
It is to God’s glory I write.
Praise be to Him for all good I do
I do it only by His great might.
Rebekah ~ The Lord’s Daughter
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Just Call On Him...
Posted on Aug. 27, 2007 at 9:11 PM
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God sees every single sparrow
That falls from a tree.
How much more does He see
Every human who falls to his knees.
Every prayer uttered He hears,
And to all who ask, He calms all fears.
And just by one prayer by you
He will calm YOUR fears
And dry YOUR tears.
He will give you cheer
And will come quite near.
All troubles He will take
So they no longer a burden make.
Just talk to Him, He will hear,
He is very near.
He can hear your slightest call
Whether you are small or tall.
Just call on Him, you’ll see
I know - He has already done so much - for me.
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A Wonderful Experiance
Posted on Jun. 9, 2007 at 2:46 PM
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I dedicate this poem to my LORD for all He had done. Also to my sister Bethany and my two sisters in Christ who on that day were baptized with me.
On September seventeenth
In the year Two Thousand Six,
I stood near the edge of a pool
With my emotions in a mix.
I watched my friend N-----
Then only nine years old
Confessing the Lord with her tongue
Her tones were strong and bold.
After she finished her confession of faith
Her father, our godly pastor
Held her hand and dunked her under water
As she promised to faithfully serve her God and Master.
The next to be baptized
Were my sister and I.
I was rather nervous -
I’ll not tell a lie.
I was assisted into the water.
How very cold it felt!
It was then my turn to testify
How the Lord with me had dealt.
I sent a prayer up to Heaven
That God would assist me to speak,
For I being timid was beginning to feel ill
My stomach was churning and my knees were weak.
I told how when quite young
I had come to Christ for real.
But I had in recent years
Wandered away from Him a good deal.
God had reclaimed my attention
In the recent months now past.
I had wandered far away from Him,
But I was now back with Him at last!
I ended by saying I was very glad
To now be able to pronounce
HIM as my Lord and Savior
My fear melted away - almost every ounce.
A moment later and my Dad
Dunked me under the water.
It froze my face and claimed my breath
But it did not really matter.
I felt so happy - gloriously happy
As up the pool steps I climbed.
I reached the top, then turned around
As my sister came to mind.
Bethany testified in a simple way
It was just a line or two.
She was then put under the water
Following what the Bible says to do.
The three of us walked onto the pavement
To see just one more testimony.
I shivered and shook as the wind brushed me.
I wiggled my toes on the ground so stony.
Standing in water up to her waist,
A---- with the help of her father
Told how she first came to the Lord.
Mr. B----- then baptized his daughter.
The ceremony being now done with
Our pastor prayed for those who the Lord confessed.
I bowed my head in a state of delight
And with a heart completely at rest.
The rest of the day was spent in celebration
Of the wonderful things God had done.
Oh, give praise to our Father above
For what He has done with His Son!
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Writing...
Posted on May. 4, 2007 at 9:43 PM
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I thought I would post a little about one of the things I love to do the most... Write! First, I will give a little history:
I started trying to write books and poems when I was quite a little girl. Before I could write I made picture books. After I learned to write, I tried my hand at writing books, but never got very far.
Then when I was eight or nine I saw a poem that my aunt had written for my Mom when she was a girl. I thought it was very neat. So I tried writing poems myself. I had almost no poetic ear and wrote very poorly, but I had fun. It would be years before I started to rhyme my poems. A few months after the poem incident, I started a book called “What Happened When Rose Came. It was to be the first in a series called “Rose Showalter Minks”. After awhile it was neglected, but when I was 11 I started on it again and after much hard work, finished the first draft.
Since that time I have begun several other books, the only problem is... I never very many of them. I am in the middle of so many that I finally came up with a plan for finishing them: I am going through all my books one at a time and writing a complete first draft of each, unless I decide that the book has no value. If I decide that I will just throw it away and not waste time and space over it. Once I have completed that first draft I will type it out, making any revisions that I wish. Then I will print the book out and give it to my editor to edit. (My editor also happens to be my Mom.) Then I will move on to the next book. Later when I have gone through all (or most) of my books in this fashion, I will go back to the books that Mom has edited and make revisions based on her suggestions and my own ideas. Then I will give it to Mom again and so it will keep going through the cycle until we are both satisfied that the book is polished enough, then I can pronounce it as done.
I have gone through the drafting procedure with two of my books already.
The first of them is called “Princess Grace; An Allegorical Tale for Girls”. The book is an allegory about a Princess named Grace. “She was not born a princess, for this is a role of action she must choose to take.” (quote from chapter one) The way to become a Princess is to be adopted by the King of the land. To be adopted by the King you must allow his one perfect son take the blame for all the wrongs you have committed. After Grace has become a Princess, she must go through training in a cottage. When she has learned all her lessons, she will be able to enter the palace of the King. This is to be the first of a series written expressly for girls called “A Princess in Training Series”. Other characters you will meet include: Faith, Faithless, Upright, Knowledge, Simpleton, Glory and Honor.
The second book is entitled “ The Tale of the Say’s Phoebe” It is a true story about some birds nesting on our front porch that I embellished. The story is in the words of a mother bird relating a tale form her childhood to her young. I added adventure, yet tried to not add anything that would have been impossible in the true circumstances. For instance, one of the baby birds disappeared from the nest for two days. We had no idea where it went. In my story, I had it stranded on the roof. She was rained upon and attacked by a hawk while she was there.
The book I am currently engaged in writing is called, “The Encounter’s of Christopher and Christina Howard”. It is by far the longest. The other two books are just a few chapters long and do not exceed 30 pages. This book has reached 7 chapters and is around 50 pages long! And I am not half way through!
The outline of the book is as follows: The story is set in olden times. Christopher and Christina Howard find an entrance to an old house in their kitchen. In the old house they meet an old broken down woman, whom they bring to the Lord.
There are a few subplots. For example their Father, a merchant is undergoing the loss of his ship and crew. He is stuck in England while his family are living in America. You hear about his trust in God even at the hardest times, through his letters he sends to his family.
In this book I have tried to be very descriptive in some areas. An example is as follows:
“They slowly advanced to the door. Opening it they went inside. It was a dining room. It had a long table with many chairs around it. On it lay an old dusty tablecloth. In the middle of the table was an ancient filthy tray of old shriveled fruit. Once it must have been a beautiful centerpiece, now however it only made the table seem filthier.
“A large hutch stood on one wall, behind whose glass doors was a very dusty china tea set. On the wall to their right was a huge window with dingy lace curtains. Cobwebs hung in the corners of the room from floor to ceiling like a thick veil.”
I have so many books to finish after this one that I think I have enough to keep me busy for at least a full year! One of them is about my life, beginning when I was eight years old. It includes such events as the birth of my sisters, the death of my grandmother, lessons I have learned, vacations we have gone on etc... I have not quite reached my 10th birthday and it is already really long! I do not know where I should end it. I also can think of NOTHING to name it! Dear, dear!
My hope and prayer is that all my writings (books, stories, poems, essays, etc...) will first: bring glory and honor and praise to the Lord whom I serve. Secondly, that they will be a blessing to others and thirdly, that I may be able to instruct and encourage young girls. I pray the Lord will use all my writings for His glory.
“Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” First Corinthians 10:31
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Frost and Spring
Posted on Mar. 5, 2007 at 5:25 PM
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I just wrote this poem in this last week.
The leaves are white
With frost so cold.
Which have blanketed plants
Since times of old.
From sparkling white
The poor plants alter.
They wither and brown
And some wholly falter.
The trees they soon blacken
How sad they appear!
But some will revive,
If the cold was not too severe.
The cold stays so long...
Will it ever leave?
Will the sweet warm winds of spring
These tortured plants relieve?
Or will they hold back
And these lands forsake?
Will the cold return
Leaving more chaos in its wake?
There comes a sweet day
As a breath of warm air
Sweeps up the valley
And the moutainside so fair.
Dark clouds, they come with it,
And with the clouds rain.
It fills up the rivers
And pours down the lane.
It rains more for days
Then it slowly abates.
After the showers
Warm weather awaits.
Jinally it has come
Spring is now here!
The cold is now gone
There’s no more frost to fear!
The plant, they now blossom
Their green leaves burst free.
The air is alive
With the bird and the bee.
Now where before lay
The withered brown plants,
Instead is green leaves
Through which the sun shines in slants.
This cycle will repeat
Until the end of the world.
Each year we see God’s majesty
And handiwork unfurled.
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Poetry...
Posted on Jun. 17, 2006 at 5:26 PM
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I love poetry! I love to write it, I love to read it. My favorite’s to write are ballad’s (which is basically a story with a certain rhyming scheme). To read, I usually like almost any form as long as it rhymes and I can understand most of it, but my favorites would have to stories and hymns. Most of the poems I have written pertain to real life, whether from my life or the life of Christ. The best poem I ever wrote was called “Jesus Life From His Mother’s Perspective”. It is all about the life of Jesus and is written as if in the words of His mother Mary. It is 51 stanzas long!
Here are a couple poems I have written. They are not nearly as long as 51 stanzas, but I like them and I hope you do too.
Outside the Window
As I look outside the window,
What is there to see?
A rosebush with yellow blooms,
A finch eating restlessly.
He eats a seed
Then stops and stares
So danger cannot come
On him unawares.
Now some sparrows
Join in on the scene.
Perhaps they will sit,
And peck their feathers clean.
Now the scene is changed again
And I know it will change some more.
And because it is always different
The scenes outside the window, I cannot ignore.
Mary had a little baby,
In a stable He was born.
Strips of cloth for Him were clothes.
Later He lived, He died and from the dead arose.
Lastly I thought I would also include a riddle I wrote in rhyme. The answer is at the very bottom!
An Easy Riddle
Hello! Would you like to
Know who I am?
Am I a cat, a wolf,
A parrot or a ram?
Well actually I am
Not any of those.
I have two bright eyes
And one great big nose.
I have spots on my back
And my tail and my head.
I come in all colors
From black, white to red.
We originated in England,
Though where we got our name,
I’m really not sure -
But for us all it’s the same.
We really love to hunt -
Especially rabbit!
We always keep our nose to the ground -
It’s just a habit!
We’ll eat about anything
From rocks to seeds -
From lemons to apples -
From shoes to weeds.
We have plenty of energy.
We’ll gladly play chase -
But watch out for me
Or you might fall on your face!
Now that I’ve given you
Some clues who I am,
I have one last question -
Am I a lamb?
If you say I am not,
I won’t say your wrong.
I best stop this poem
Before it’s too long.
Can you guess who I am?
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A Beagle Dog
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