Dormant Hope – A Poem

Hope
lies dormant
in a dark, dank tomb
wrapped in linens and spice

But not for long
because His love is strong

It Is Finished – An Elfje

Black
the sky
when He died
redeemed my lost soul.
Atonement.

Betrayed and Denied – A Poem

Betrayed with a kiss
by one whose feet
He washed
but whose heart
remained unclean

Denied three times
by one whose feet
He washed
but who felt remorse
and was restored

May we all be like Peter
and not Judas

Death Destroyed – A Triolet

If Christ is not risen, we have no hope
But the resurrection is our sure truth
Death destroyed wins for us Christ’s righteous robe
If Christ is not risen, we have no hope

We would be pitied and no way to cope
Would waste all our days to old age from youth
If Christ is not risen, we have no hope
But the resurrection is our sure truth

I Was Alone – A Poem

I was alone (or so I thought)
I felt there was no hope

with all life’s trial
with the feelings I felt
with the success I achieved
with the duties life dealt

I felt alone, but You were there
watching over me
I felt alone, but You always cared
gave the hope I now see

* * * * *

I was going through some old papers as part of our spring break project to clean out and paint our spare bedroom, and I found a piece of paper with this poem handwritten on it. I don’t know when I wrote it, but it is definitely my handwriting so I thought I’d share it here as part of my 40 poems for Lent.

Even Though – A Poem

Even though I’ve betrayed You
walked away towards sin
You are ever faithful
when I return You take me in

Even though I’ve been prideful
walking my own way
You are ever humble
gave all for me that day

Even though I doubt sometimes
and find it hard to trust
You know what’s deep in my heart
You are always merciful and just

Palm Sunday – An Acrostic Poem

Praise to God the Father
Alleluia to the Son
Lord of all creation
Man He did become

Savior of the human race
Undoing Satan’s curse
Ne’er again will evil win
Divine victory in force
Alleluia to the Holy One
Yesterday’s prophecy fulfilled

Tomorrow is Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week, but since I’m not posting on Sunday’s for Lent I decided to post this today.

Whole – A Poem

I am body
with many parts
head, hands, and beating heart

I am mind
with many thoughts
peace and love I’ve been taught

I am soul
with many feelings
hope, joy, and spiritual healing

Body, mind, and soul
with all three
I am whole

Irony – An Elfje

Rugged
the cross
instrument of death
brought me eternal life
irony

Wait for the Harvest – A Poem

When your basket is empty
and the harvest is far away
despair is all your heart recalls
and you can’t bear another day
call on the Lord of the harvest
He will hear you when you pray

In times of great tribulation
your faith the Lord is growing
His perfect and pleasing will
is what He desires your knowing
He will deliver harvest aplenty
fill your basket to overflowing

* * * * *

In the book of Ruth, Naomi finds herself with an empty basket, an empty life. After traveling to a foreign land, her husband dies and then her two sons die. She is left with only her two foreign daughters-in-law. Her life is bitter and barren. But then she returns, with her daughter-in-law Ruth, to her homeland in Bethlehem just at the beginning of the barley harvest. By the end of the story the Lord has refilled her basket with many blessings. During our group discussion of chapter 1 last Monday evening the idea for this poem was born.

4/2/13 update: I’ve shared this for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night today. Head over and check out some other poetry.