Sam and Sam
Said I do
Sam didn't really know what to do.
They were told they didn't belong
So they went and built there own throng.
Rejected and scorned they thought it was too late
And decided God didn't bless for there sake.
They were right about one thing.
The blessing is not just for your sake.
Its for His too.
He blesses because He wants all to know
What He thinks and Who He bestows blessings upon.
The blessing is for the person not for their actions.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Celebrate Christ
Emmanuel with us twice.
Once in the Son,
Then the Spirit upon us,
Celebrating Christ.
Which day will we crown
To make a joyful sound
That rings in the ear of the King.
Shining star of the wise,
Seeking to find,
The Child in His home
Not being alone.
Mother and Father
There to show
The angels of the Heavenly birth.
Courting royalty that bestows gifts at His feet.
Rare spices and pure gold
Which spoke of the end from the future.
Hiding from those
That would want to kill
The Son of Man before
God's full plan came to Light.
Evil didn't know
What part it would play
To bring about each Sunday.
Where we Celebrate Christ.
Died and Buried before He came.
To rise in us each day
That we choose to submit
To His might.
His Hand of Grace that fills us anew
Every time we fest.
Every place we meet,
To sit at His feet
And Celebrate Christ.
--
My Gift to the Public Domain,
Shundra L. Moore
Once in the Son,
Then the Spirit upon us,
Celebrating Christ.
Which day will we crown
To make a joyful sound
That rings in the ear of the King.
Shining star of the wise,
Seeking to find,
The Child in His home
Not being alone.
Mother and Father
There to show
The angels of the Heavenly birth.
Courting royalty that bestows gifts at His feet.
Rare spices and pure gold
Which spoke of the end from the future.
Hiding from those
That would want to kill
The Son of Man before
God's full plan came to Light.
Evil didn't know
What part it would play
To bring about each Sunday.
Where we Celebrate Christ.
Died and Buried before He came.
To rise in us each day
That we choose to submit
To His might.
His Hand of Grace that fills us anew
Every time we fest.
Every place we meet,
To sit at His feet
And Celebrate Christ.
--
My Gift to the Public Domain,
Shundra L. Moore
Friday, February 5, 2010
At the Pool
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
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
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?.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Songs from Haiti
Songs from Haiti
Songs from Haiti
Streets of concrete tremble above the faults.
Bringing destruction where they shake.
Dark sayings that rush to God
And save many in time to save more.
Rains wash away the dust from weary feet
That run to help with no sleep.
Life springs from those who
Look for a brother or sister in the rubble.
Songs of many rise to His Throne
Sang by some who don’t know
Who to call upon.
But Father is kind and loves to be asked.
So He answers with a yes.
By Shundra L. Moore
To: the people of Haiti with Love
Streets of concrete tremble above the faults.
Bringing destruction where they shake.
Dark sayings that rush to God
And save many in time to save more.
Rains wash away the dust from weary feet
That run to help with no sleep.
Life springs from those who
Look for a brother or sister in the rubble.
Songs of many rise to His Throne
Sang by some who don’t know
Who to call upon.
But Father is kind and loves to be asked.
So He answers with a yes.
By Shundra L. Moore
To: the people of Haiti with Love
Mass "A Poem"
Mass "A Poem"
Where is the Father?
When He is needed.
The utmost respect
Should be given to the Holy Spirit.
Even though awe is passed on to Jesus.
That's what I was told.
Where is the Father?
He is seated next to Jesus.
Oh, By the Way (selah),
He is needed.
I heard that from the Vine.
But I am not even aware
Of my own filth but He is.
So give Him your sins
And come to yourself.
Go back to the Father.
In exchange for your dirt,
He will give you a robe of righteousness.
And a seal of good credit in heaven.
That's what I was told.
Who told me?
The Father.
In Jesus name.
What is Truth?
He is not a What but He uses Whats
To get a point across.
The point is He loves
To show us how to love others.
Who showed me?
The Father.
When you don't love you hate
So learn to Love
From Love Himself,
Or drown in your own ideas.
Going swimming in philosophies of men
is not recommended.
The waters are crowded.
Some people who don't have any hope
And don't want to live
Will bring you down with them.
Some you have to let save themselves.
Not speaking of the hurting
But those who inflict hurt on purpose.
Who told me?
The Father
After He pulled me out of that ocean.
If you see a man drowning in sins
He is unaware of and don't tell him.
Do you Love? 1 Corinthians 13
Just a question?
Where is the Father?
When He is needed.
The utmost respect
Should be given to the Holy Spirit.
Even though awe is passed on to Jesus.
That's what I was told.
Where is the Father?
He is seated next to Jesus.
Oh, By the Way (selah),
He is needed.
I heard that from the Vine.
But I am not even aware
Of my own filth but He is.
So give Him your sins
And come to yourself.
Go back to the Father.
In exchange for your dirt,
He will give you a robe of righteousness.
And a seal of good credit in heaven.
That's what I was told.
Who told me?
The Father.
In Jesus name.
What is Truth?
He is not a What but He uses Whats
To get a point across.
The point is He loves
To show us how to love others.
Who showed me?
The Father.
When you don't love you hate
So learn to Love
From Love Himself,
Or drown in your own ideas.
Going swimming in philosophies of men
is not recommended.
The waters are crowded.
Some people who don't have any hope
And don't want to live
Will bring you down with them.
Some you have to let save themselves.
Not speaking of the hurting
But those who inflict hurt on purpose.
Who told me?
The Father
After He pulled me out of that ocean.
If you see a man drowning in sins
He is unaware of and don't tell him.
Do you Love? 1 Corinthians 13
Just a question?
A Piece of Masquerade
A Piece of Masquerade
Note: This poem is not in the public domain
(c) copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved.
Black veils with Allah in mind
Broken hearts because they do not find
Peace in his dress.
Just commands that keep the flesh in line.
But there is power in his hand
Cloaked in the Law
To shake the hearts of men
From the cares of a bitter world
That search for him within.
Wanting to wash hidden shame away.
A burning desire to forget sins
We have sinned against Him,
Causing our hearts to decay.
We fall into a suit of fig leaves.
Awake to a paradise of Allah's dream.
Awake to a new Adam or new eaves.
Awake to a new Euphrates that winds down from the throne.
God does Love and the Creator has made
New pathways to bless man.
As we gather to receive blessings on His terms.
Expect to see His Vision
Not get something else rather than.
We persuade at our own risk
Justified in our asking because He says yes.
Peace from promises older than most.
There in lies the arm of the LORD.
Assurance in His character
To second what He has declared
In the courts of heaven and of men.
Persecution because of what has been said
In our Holy Book the Bible.
Jesus in our stead.
Note: This poem is not in the public domain
(c) copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved.
Black veils with Allah in mind
Broken hearts because they do not find
Peace in his dress.
Just commands that keep the flesh in line.
But there is power in his hand
Cloaked in the Law
To shake the hearts of men
From the cares of a bitter world
That search for him within.
Wanting to wash hidden shame away.
A burning desire to forget sins
We have sinned against Him,
Causing our hearts to decay.
We fall into a suit of fig leaves.
Awake to a paradise of Allah's dream.
Awake to a new Adam or new eaves.
Awake to a new Euphrates that winds down from the throne.
God does Love and the Creator has made
New pathways to bless man.
As we gather to receive blessings on His terms.
Expect to see His Vision
Not get something else rather than.
We persuade at our own risk
Justified in our asking because He says yes.
Peace from promises older than most.
There in lies the arm of the LORD.
Assurance in His character
To second what He has declared
In the courts of heaven and of men.
Persecution because of what has been said
In our Holy Book the Bible.
Jesus in our stead.
