Grace is an infusion,
of God’s love and mercy
it is given freely . . .
to all who are thirsty.

It cannot be bought,
borrowed or purchased
only by Jesus . . .
to you is it furnished.

Grace is an transfusion,
of Christ’s saving blood
it cleanses our souls
as it flows and floods.

It is a connection,
to everything just
it quickens the heart
in it’s power to trust.

Grace is a transfusion,
of hope, love and peace
grace is an infusion . . .
only Jesus can release!

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Ephesians 2:8

For by grace are ye saved
through faith; and that not
of yourselves:
it is the gift of God:

John 6:54

Whoso eateth my flesh,
and drinketh my blood,
hath eternal life;
and I will raise him
up at the last day.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

Sometimes, winter feels so long
that she forgets about spring…
Spring, and the green green grass
and the blooms of fresh flowers…
the smell of earth after rain
and songs of birds she loves hearing again and again
as the sun shines on her heart…
making art, with words
that only come with spring…
so until then she lays on fresh snow
and she dreams, in hopes of spring.

poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels, credit goes to original artist

Writing a poem a day has now been a habit for five years and I cannot imagine a day without writing! Putting my thoughts and feelings into words is fun, satisfying and downright therapeutic. I like to write my poetry first thing in the morning where possible as that’s the time when ideas seem to come flowing.

Write-eousness

Without my early writing time

Sometimes myself I caught

Feeling not quite in my prime

and rather out of sorts

In disbelief – my own time thief

My routine goes awry

It’s like I haven’t brushed my teeth

When myself I deprive

So come what may I seize the day

Transcribe myself on paper

Not always in a clever way

but I record my capers

I guess my poetry defines

my purpose and much more

I find myself inside my lines

A poet to the core

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The happy CHRISTian,
reads the Scriptures
the grace of Jesus
their mind pictures.

They find their pleasure,
not in worldly things
but in the peace and joy
His salvation brings.

They shun the world,
find in it no delight
the Word they meditate
both the day and night.

They are like a tree,
that is rooted well
for inside their soul
the Holy Spirit dwells.

The happy CHRISTian,
pursues the right way
that is why they read . . .
God’s Word every day!

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Psalm 1:3

And he shall be like a tree planted
by the rivers of water, that bringeth
forth his fruit in his season;
his leaf also shall not wither;
and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka