Wholly, holy living,
righteous and true
is what Jesus calls . . .
for all to be and do.

Wholly submitted,
not just in part
Jesus wants the all . . .
of each soul and heart.

Wholly, holy living,
pure and undefiled
are those who in Jesus
have been reconciled.

Wholly committed,
not partly submersed
in Jesus we’re to be
completely immersed.

Wholly, holy living,
faithful and steadfast
is what Jesus calls . . .
the world’s outcasts!

~~~~~~~~

Isaiah 56:8

“The Lord God, which gathereth
the outcasts of Israel saith,
Yet will I gather others to him,
beside those that are gathered unto him.“

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2018
Deborah Ann Belka

“You were drivin’ the getaway car
We were flyin’, but we’d never get far
Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery
Think about the place where you first met me”

When night turns,
thoughts anxious
casting shadows
on fear’s canvas.

Turn to God,
to ease your mind
and His peace
you will find.

When night’s dread,
long fingers wrap
and your heart
it has in a trap.

Turn to God,
to release its grasp
and onto His calm
let your heart clasp.

When the night turns,
your thoughts anxious
cast them onto God . . .
and watch them vanish!

~~~~~~

1 Peter 5:7

“Casting all your care upon him;
for he careth for you.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Let me find hope…

In the gentlest of whispers,

which stops the  loudest of screams,

in the deepest of love,

where my heart can lean,

and find its way back from the darkest nights,

as I lay my mind, on the first morning light…

let me find hope.

poetry and image copyright neha 2018

.

Belief
Teaches my heart that All is Possible,
All is Ready Standing, Waiting upon my own Acceptance,
My own Belief, my own Unfettering Faith
To Set Free the wheels of the universe
And Create my Heart’s Desire;
Yet in this dark and weary place,
Where fear crushes dreams
And doubt hangs hopes,
What is Remarkably Possible if often considered improbable,
And Faith sits down in the shadows, her hands tied.
The slippery slope of lost Hope
Dashes Charisma against the rocks and shakes Vigor to the core;
Compressing Life to only what is seen, felt, heard.
Lost are the Whispers,
Lost are the Potent Promises that Move Mountains,
Lost are the Smiles of Satisfaction and Purpose.
Still, even in this dark place, where Angels wait, muted by skepticism;
When all is clouded o’re and dim,
One Word shall Lift the Indomitable Spirit,
One Affirmation will Raise the Irrepressible Soul;