Showing posts with label Saviour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saviour. Show all posts

Monday, December 19, 2022


 

 

Where is Your Rest?

Christmas Poem 2022

 

Caesar Augustus, ruler of the Empire

 Reclining on pillows of satin, brow wiped with linens,

 You usher a decree to your subjects-- report and number.

Resting in ability to make men move and heed.

Yet, foretold, only a pawn, 

For in the dawn, Joseph leaves with his betrothed

Registering  his Ancestry of David,

And with her, the Holy seed.

 

Where is your rest, O tyrant of a nation?

In political power, in subjugation?

The manipulation and fear brought,

The bombs you drop?

A True Believer fights emancipation

As refugees cross borders

And kneel in the dust of mortars.



Shepherds, ruler of the flocks

Heads lying on smoother rocks,

The sheep slumber on a clear cold night.

On watch in the fields—your rest

Broken, your bodies unclean

But to you is given a sight unseen.

The Heavens proclaim the New Born King

For all strayed, eyes closed in our dreams.



 

Where is your rest, O ruler of the dark?

Lurking deceiver, a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Determined to snuff out the spark.

Subtle and sneaky if not on our mark.

Spiritual warfare nears and rears

But the Heavens do battle--

Joy in victory tears; chains rattle.

 

Mary, O favored of God

Chosen one, as you proclaim,

My soul exalts the Lord, and my

Spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour,”  

“I rest in You as I carry Your Son

Your will be done. Deliver soon.

As she straddles the beast sojourning afar,

A weary couple cannot find a room.



Where is your rest, Joseph, my servant?

For even in sleep, never deep

Your thoughts shake the bed.

You consider the facts,

Angels of dreams confirm your acts

And the Gospel is told to one so bold

As you walk the prophesy tracks.

 

Oh, where is your rest fathers and mothers?

Schools and bedrooms no longer safe

Bullets, pills, predators ready to take

What was once wrong now embraced;

Addiction, depression, estrangement unfaced

Sin remains the cause, fathers and mothers pause,

For Christ’s mercy we pray without haste.



Where is your rest, O little Holy child?

For from You the whole world’s unrest divides.

By Your sovereign plan, You-- the Messiah, Immanuel

Provide the peace for our lives to dwell.

“No rest for the weary,” as some may say

But God, a child named Jesus

–in His grace we are saved!

 

Where is your rest, O children of God?

Do you wonder and question this world—

Where is love? Is God above?

Are you bitter, uncertain,

Angry and alone? Is this really your home?

Come to the stable but kneel at the Cross

Close your eyes, rest, take heart--

Believe! Jesus Christ lights all your dark.



\John 16:33 “I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.“



Saturday, December 21, 2019

Journal Entries: My Imperfect Love


What if Mary and Joseph kept a journal? 

Journal Entries
My Imperfect Love





Lord, my young heart bows before You.
How can I be Your servant, be obedient?
I sometimes think of only myself.
Lord, this is not how I should love You?
I long to feel Your presence, be in the immediate.
Lord, I want Your Way. Teach me, show me how to love.

I am imperfect, incapable of loving You as I should.
My prayers seem like the noisy marketplace at times.
Yet, I feel my faith in You stirring me up to know You.
You can move mountains Lord, move my heart
towards Your perfect will; may I see the signs.
My imperfect love bows at the Face of Perfect Love.

I Corinthians 13:1-3  If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but I have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and If I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.




Lord, how can this be? I love her, my betrothed one.
She tells me of such a thing…of a betrayal, yet I must respect her, still honor her.
Love…this love and hope I feel, now…I don’t know Lord. I am so confused.
Father God, I know You are perfect. Your will for me must be perfect too.  Help me Father to do the right thing, to bear this heartbreak. I cannot refuse.
Love cannot be perfect unless I am obedient and dismiss my pride.

Help me to keep loving as You love us.
Oh God. I promise to still be her protector. Help me Lord believe in Your plan,
never my own schemes or what others intend or seek against You for harm.
Give me patience and strength as I prepare for a journey.
We are learning to love, yet help me Lord love more when I can.
I rejoice in life and hope and that You give dreams of revelation to the humble.

Amen

I Corinthians 13: 4-7 Love is patient and kind, love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; It does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.


Love grows inside of me. I do not know why I am chosen.
I am imperfect, still a virgin, not knowing yet the life as a wife.
My betrothed, Joseph, he is most gentle and seeks Your will as well.
Thank you for this man who loves me so perfectly and chose to keep honoring me.
You, Father God,  will make a way for us, in this growing life.
I only know in part, yet this Messiah, this baby I am carrying knows in full.




Father, I am to raise up a son, not just any son, but the Holy and Perfect Son of God. This baby--Oh, I cannot begin to understand such mysteries, God with us.
This Perfect Child is to come and be our Savior! One day, I will know fully Your Perfect Love and plan as I have read in the Holy Scriptures. But for now, help me take what I know in part and be all I can be for Mary and this child. I have faith plus,
You have restored my hope and love abides near, in a womb, in our hearts. Thy will be done. 

She bounces gently on the donkey as we make our way on this long journey. It's time for the census. Great is Your love Lord, for Mary, more than I could ever give to her. Greater still,
Your love for us, to send this perfect child in this Holy Way.
I will keep stepping in faith and wait on Your Light as You guide us to Glory.
Here we lay waiting Lord, and Joy is my fill.
His name shall be Jesus, Hallelujah and Amen.



Lord, I feel the pangs of birth. I am Your child, and...You, The Messiah comes to free me, 
to Love Perfectly Your Creation. You have given me favor in my young age
when I only wanted to serve You in my imperfect ways. I have been called Blessed One. Joseph and I remain hopeful in all this secrecy and divine appearances and protection. You are fulfilling the prophetic Word;
in and through us we wage
our love, though flawed. Your perfection will lead us in Faith and Hope.


I look upon Your perfect face, and forever I will love You.
Perfect Love. We believe. Your plan is good
You are the Only Way, the Perfect Love for all mankind.
You are my son, but You are my King.
Help us now Lord to worship You and raise You as we should.
I hold You, I behold You, my son, My Lord, Amen.

I Corinthians 13:13 “So now faith, hope and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”

John 19: 26-27 “Woman, behold your son, Son, behold your mother.”

John 3:16  “For God so loved the World that He gave of His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him, will not perish but have everlasting life.”

John 1:14 “ And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only Begotten of the Father, full of Grace and Truth.”

 Considerably yours, Coleene 
Christmas 2019