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The Allure of Alliteration

Driving to Seattle yesterday to go to a play with my sister, niece, and cousins, this poem started playing in my head, but I only came up with the first line and a few other words and concepts. The allure of alliteration led me to finish it up this afternoon.

Savior

Savior so sweet
suffering sacrifice
so steadfast seeker
shall savor salvation

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You Paid the Price

Lamb of God
where would I be
if You had not died for me

Lost in sin
slave to death
in muck and mire with all the rest

Yet because
You paid the price
I’ve been redeemed and reconciled

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The Cost

We’re jousting over at dVerse Poets Pub today as the tournament continues. The challenge is to take one line from either Brian’s or Claudia’s poem, posted there, and write a new poem with that one line included. I cheated a little and took the last two lines of Brian’s poem to create this one.

The Cost

I need no reminder
the cost.

I see it in the grieving faces
of the mourners as his funeral.

I see it in the furrowed brow
of a mother whose child is behind bars.

I see it on the network news
night after bloody night.

I see it in the mirror
looking at a life that could have been
but was delayed, hindered by disobedience and fear.

The cost of disobedience,
of “freedom” that isn’t truly free,
but a prison, as we become slaves to sin.

I need no reminder
the cost.
Still I’m reminded every day.

And then I recall the cost
He paid
to redeem what is lost.

To us the cost is consequences;
to Him the cost was to give His all
to save us from the ultimate cost.

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Fat Tuesday

I wrote this poem three years ago for Mardi Gras and thought I’d share it again this year. It will be included in my next poetry book, tentatively titled “Rejoice Rejoice: Poems for Holidays, Seasons, and Special Occasions.”

Fat Tuesday

Mardi Gras
We call it Fat Tuesday
It’s the day we eat,
drink and be merry
for tomorrow we shall die
or maybe only diet

We sacrifice the things we love
→chocolate
→sweets
→coffee
→bread
→maybe our favorite TV shows

We attempt by our sacrifice
to understand
the passion of Christ, His suffering,
His sacrifice for us

He really did die,
not just diet

For 40 days we sacrifice
as if we were wandering
in the wilderness, hungry and tired
But each night we sleep in our own
warm, cozy beds
with our stomachs full
even if not with our favorite treats

Can we ever truly understand?
Perhaps not
For today, let’s just eat

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My Beautiful – A Ghazal

The Form for All lesson over at dVerse Poets Pub today is on the ghazal and Samuel Peralta’s ghazal sonnet. I immediately found it to be a very interesting poetry form and decided to try writing one. Mine is not a sonnet because it is more than 14 lines, and I didn’t pay any attention to meter. The refrain I settled on is “my Beautiful,” which refers both to the fact that Jesus is my Beautiful Savior and that I am His Beautiful child (since my first name is Spanish for beautiful).

My Beautiful

In my lost and wandering youth
my soul did flee my Beautiful

During numberless crazy times
I saw only me, my Beautiful

In the darkness of past days
I could nary see my Beautiful

Take this cup of grief from me
I echo Your adamant plea, my Beautiful

With joy I did learn of Your sacrifice
on the cursed tree, my Beautiful

I knew in my heart of hearts
Your grace is the key, my Beautiful

Alive and found by My love
Your soul set free my Beautiful

My greatest desire for all my days
is to glorify thee, my Beautiful

In Your strong and lovely voice
You call me Linda Lee, my Beautiful

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Thank Offering – A Triolet

Yesterday I was trying to decide what to write for my Thankful Thursday poem and couldn’t seem to think of anything. It’s not that I’m not thankful – on the contrary, I’m feeling quite thankful about many things. The Lord has blessed me in so many ways. Then I thought of just writing a triolet of praise to God.

Thank Offering

A thank offering of praise to our Lord
Rises from the lips of His beloved
I am His beloved, you are His love
A thank offering of praise to our Lord

Holy Spirit soaring high as a dove
Lifted up on praises offered above
A thank offering of praise to our Lord
Rises from the lips of His beloved

Then Hezekiah said, “You have now dedicated yourselves to the LORD. Come and bring sacrifices and thank offerings to the temple of the LORD.” So the assembly brought sacrifices and thank offerings, and all whose hearts were willing brought burnt offerings. 2 Chronicles 29:31 (NIV).

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The Cup – A Poem

The other day I started reading a book called Radical by David Platt. My pastor recommended it and so far I love it, though it is challenging me. Perhaps that is why I like it. When I’m done with it I will post a book review, but for today I am posting a poem that was inspired by one of the earlier chapters in the book.

Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee along with him, and he began to be sorrowful and troubled. Then he said to them, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.”

Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.” Matthew 26:36-39 (NIV).

As you read the poem, it may seem odd that I’ve posted on such an agonizing subject on Thankful Thursday. But when you get to the end you will see what I am thankful for today.

The Cup

The cup of
the Father’s wrath
poured out on You
as on the cross You hung,
though the one who
deserved it was me

The cup
You did dread
with drops of sweat
You prayed and bled
in anguish in the garden
of Gethsemane

Not only the wrath
for my own sin
but the sin of
the whole world,
of every sinner
who ever lived

I could never bear
my own portion
of the Father’s wrath.
You bore it all
and I will be
eternally grateful

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Fat Tuesday – A Poem

On my way to work this morning I was thinking about the fact that it is Mardi Gras today, and this poem started forming in my mind. I decided I had to get it out before it was gone. Besides, I needed a new poem to link to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night later today.

Fat Tuesday

Mardi Gras
We call it Fat Tuesday
It’s the day we eat,
drink and be merry
for tomorrow we shall die
or maybe only diet

We sacrifice the things we love
→chocolate
→sweets
→coffee
→bread
→maybe our favorite TV shows

We attempt by our sacrifice
to understand
the passion of Christ, His suffering,
His sacrifice for us

He really did die,
not just diet

For 40 days we sacrifice
as if we were wandering
in the wilderness, hungry and tired
But each night we sleep in our own
warm, cozy beds
with our stomachs full
even if not with our favorite treats

Can we ever truly understand?
Perhaps not
For today, let’s just eat

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They Held Their Heads High

Today is Memorial Day in the United States. It is the day we remember those who so loved their country and their fellow Americans that they were willing to lay down their lives to protect them.

When I was a kid, to me Memorial Day mostly meant I got a three-day weekend for my birthday and that meant we would go camping. I didn’t really understand what this day was all about. I didn’t understand sacrifice. It wasn’t until I came to know Jesus that I understood the concept of sacrificing one’s life for others. Jesus said to His disciples:

This is my commandment: Love each other in the same way I have loved you. There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command. John 15:12-14 (NLT).

When Jesus died on the cross, when He willingly laid His life down for all of us, He held His head high. Even though He was abandoned by all His disciples and all of His creation rejected Him in that moment, His love for us held firm. He suffered for each and every one of us so that we could be free of the evil power of the devil to bring us down, to keep us in chains.

In the same way, our military men and women willingly lay down their lives to protect our freedom to live and worship from the evil who would take it from us. In foxholes and POW camps, they have held their heads high, knowing their lives were a sacrifice for our freedoms. This song is in honor and memory of all those who were beaten up and dragged down, who lost their lives, defending our country, and who held their heads high through it all. May their souls rest in Jesus, the One who modeled such selfless sacrifice.

“I Will Hold My Head High” by Third Day.

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The Last Supper – A Poem

Today is Maundy Thursday, the celebration of the last Passover meal that Jesus shared with His disciples before His arrest, trial, and crucifixion. Not all Christian denominations hold services on this Holy day, but I am so glad that the Lutheran church I attend does. The Maundy Thursday service is one of my favorite services of the whole year, topped only by Easter and Christmas Eve services. I also appreciate the Good Friday service, but it is much more somber.

The last supper is when Jesus instituted the sacrament of communion, the breaking of bread — His body broken for us — and the sharing of wine — His blood shed for us — all for the forgiveness of our sins. During this last Passover meal, Jesus replaced the old covenant, which required continual animal sacrifice for the forgiveness of sins, with the new covenant of His own sacrifice as the Lamb of God, which is sufficient for the forgiveness of all sin for those who repent and believe.

The Last Supper

The hour was late
His time was near
Emmanuel would be a sacrifice dear

Lamb for the Passover
All the disciples partake
Soon a new covenant
The Savior would make

Setting the table in the
Upper room for the feast
Prepared in advance His last
Passover meal; He broke bread without yeast
E‘er you eat the bread and drink the wine
Remember Him, who for you became least

     And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”
     In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you.”
Luke 22:19-20 (NIV).

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