At the Pool
Note: This poem is not in the public domain
(c) copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved.
Dragging a body of bones around
In a bag of skin Is how I feel at times.
This tent does not want to comply
With the directions I give.
I do jump in on the inside
But the outer man takes only one step to the right
Before my mind decides it cannot do.
Conditioned from the womb to restrict.
It will take the LORD's voice to say come forth.
So I hear Him mention I am right here.
Don't listen to others who say I am far away.
The waters are troubled.
The waters are still.
The times are for Me to say.
See John
Friday, February 5, 2010
A Band of Bells
A Band of Bells
Note: This poem is not in the public domain
(c) copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved.
Chimes in tune to a choice that does not wait.
Spirit formed in a heart ready for belief.
A heart that is clouded with tears
Of joy mixed with longing.
To know a Master who wants in return.
Desire for all who would come to Him
And learn to be meek and agree with the LORD who can see.
Rejecting men who heap laws
Of injustice upon those of us who are free.
Who invite a kind of death into a Holy Place.
Deceptive is the party that offers
A slight bit of bondage to embrace with a cup of tea.
Walking tents made for God to meet us in an interval of need.
Acceptance of every evil thing that is released
Is not how He defines true humility.
All things work together for good
For those who hear His call.
Looking for an occasion to sound.
Returning words that don't abide by His guest list.
Mercy and lovingkindness are there.
But sorrow and bitterness decided not to show.
Can you hear the bells of decision to trust His power to change.
The noise of empty hearts to the jingle that signals faith.
Pleasure is the crux of Fathers intent
His and ours there to meet.
Can you hear the ringing of the Bells?
Do you have Sight?.
Note: This poem is not in the public domain
(c) copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved.
Chimes in tune to a choice that does not wait.
Spirit formed in a heart ready for belief.
A heart that is clouded with tears
Of joy mixed with longing.
To know a Master who wants in return.
Desire for all who would come to Him
And learn to be meek and agree with the LORD who can see.
Rejecting men who heap laws
Of injustice upon those of us who are free.
Who invite a kind of death into a Holy Place.
Deceptive is the party that offers
A slight bit of bondage to embrace with a cup of tea.
Walking tents made for God to meet us in an interval of need.
Acceptance of every evil thing that is released
Is not how He defines true humility.
All things work together for good
For those who hear His call.
Looking for an occasion to sound.
Returning words that don't abide by His guest list.
Mercy and lovingkindness are there.
But sorrow and bitterness decided not to show.
Can you hear the bells of decision to trust His power to change.
The noise of empty hearts to the jingle that signals faith.
Pleasure is the crux of Fathers intent
His and ours there to meet.
Can you hear the ringing of the Bells?
Do you have Sight?.
