Faith Springs Forth ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Faith springs from the heart,
as mercy falls from above
the earth becomes enriched
by the grace of Jesus’ love.

Hope dwells internally,
the seed has been planted
all who willing come to Jesus
eternal salvation is granted.

Truth descends from heaven,
peace to earth Jesus brings
the world opens up its arm
to receive its King of Kings.

Righteousness sprinkles down,
on a land parched and dry
the God of all creation hears
His creature’s thirsty cry.

Faithfulness springs forward,
the earth receives a new start
mercy and truth have kissed . . .
warming the coldest of hearts!

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Psalm 85.10-12

Mercy and truth are met
together; righteousness
and peace have kissed
each other.

Truth shall spring out
of the earth; and
righteousness shall
look down from heaven.

Yea, the Lord shall give
that which is good; and
our land shall yield
her increase.

King James Version
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Up and About

Peacock Poetry

As I was due to deliver an early morning workshop last Friday, I decided to venture out for a stroll before morning light. It was incredibly beautiful to roam the streets whilst the stars were twinkling and life had not yet woken up. Each time I do this I feel a sense of gratitude and natural belonging that I am compelled to put into poetic form!

Poetic Dawn

Today I’ve risen with the stars

The sky; a dreamy ribbon

of awe-blue sparkles there afar

up where the truth’s a given

As I brush through the sleeping streets

My eye-line casts above me

All fears and worries obsolete

The morning’s newness loves me

You’re perfect just the way you are

and it’s a gift you’re living

declare the dreamy, sparkled stars

up where the truth’s a given

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Oh, Lord Be Good To Me ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Oh, Lord be good to me,
for I do seek You . .
and I will always wait
for Your guidance too.

I will keep Your Word,
follow it all my days
for it leads to the path
of Your righteous ways.

Oh. Lord be good to me,
for I do call on You
I will always seek
after Your mercy too.

I will with all my heart,
my mind and my soul
look to Your Word
as my hope and counsel.

Oh, Lord be good to me,
for I do love You . . .
bless my soul Oh, Lord
so I may bless Yours too!

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Psalm 119:2

Blessed are those who keep
his testimonies, who seek him
with their whole heart,

Lamentations 3:25

The Lord is good to those
who wait for him, to the
soul who seeks him.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah…

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Oh, Blessed Hope ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Oh, blessed hope,
drench my soul
in these days . . .
of great turmoil.

Let me see,
Thy glory coming
oh, blessed hope
my heart keep flooding.

Oh, blessed hope,
I pray fervently
in these times
of great uncertainty.

Let me hear,
the trump sounding
oh, blessed hope
heaven bounding.

Oh, blessed hope,
until You appear . . .
bring more hope
to those who fear!

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Titus 2:13

Looking for that blessed hope,
and the glorious appearing of
the great God and our
Saviour Jesus Christ;

King James Version
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Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Davy Boy and Goliath

This is the story of a little boy known as Davy Boy and a big giant known as Goliath.

In was in a big open field.  The great brave valiant soldiers of Israel in full armor were scared to death shaking in the boots as they were looking at a huge giant in solid steel armor standing high over them looking down upon them ready to stomp on them.

Meanwhile, the Philistine army was standing behind them mocking the great brave valiant men of Israel.

“Which one of you sissies will come out to fight me?” Goliath asked with a loud voice that echoes throughout the land.

The men were frightened beyond death.

“I will fight you.”  A small voice replied.

Everyone looked around and around and around.

“Where are you?” The mighty Goliath thundered out.

“I am down here.”

He looked down and saw a little boy with no armor.

“Who are you?” Goliath asked.

“I am Davy Boy,” he replied, “and I have come to fight you.”

Goliath and the entire Philistine army broke out into laughter.

“Do you think this is funny?”  Goliath mocked Davy Boy.  “Do you think that you can defeat me?”

Goliath drew his sword and held it high.  “I have my mighty sword.  With this sword, I can cut the world in two.”

Davy Boy took out his sling and said, “I have this sling, and I come in the name of the Lord, the King of kings and Lord of Lords.”

“Hahaha!”  Goliath mocked him.  “You actually think that you can defeat me with this tiny little sling?”

“Nope,” said Davy Boy.  “I come in the name of the Lord.  When I come in the name of the Lord, the Lord provides.”

Davy reached behind him, and he pulled out a KWC KMB-07HN UZI machine gun.

“Hahaha!” Goliath mocked.  “You do not see my mighty steel armor?”

“I do,” said Davy Boy.  “The Lord provided me with armor piercing bullets.”

And Davy Boy opened fire on Goliath.  The entire Philistine army was scared to death as they watched their big giant fall.  When they saw that Goliath was dead, it scared the pants off of them, and they ran away like sissies leaving their pants behind.

On that day, Davy Boy was a great hero, and his name was remembered throughout the ages.

Love

forgottenmeadows

It was not always like matches and wildfires,
but their love…
was like peaceful sleep
after a long hard day,
like sunrise after a dark storm,
fresh, like the smell of flowers that lingered,
long after one walked away,
their love was like answers
to questions of the heart.

poetry and image copyright neha 2021

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Waiting For Answers ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

When for answers,
I have to sit and wait
I find with myself . . .
having a great debate.

I questions if it’s just,
my will I’m praying for
or will I wait for God
to open the right door.

When for feedback,
I have to wait to hear
I listen for God . . .
to whisper in my ear.

I start to think if it’s just,
myself I’m talking to
or is God telling me . . .
what I should go and do.

When for answers,
God has me waiting
I have learned it’s not . . .
worth my debating!

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Lamentations 3:25

The Lord is good
unto them that wait
for him, to the soul
that seeketh him.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Held by Love

Peacock Poetry

Every year for the past five years Andy and I hike to the little tree in an open valley where we buried some of my Dad’s ashes. It helps to have somewhere to go to over here to visit Dad and this year I felt very calm and held. Each year the weather is different and there are new things on the route, reminding us that life is in constant change and that there are always things to admire. Today’s poem was inspired to this year’s Mecca to Dad’s valley.

New Year Peace

Within the valley I am held

by warmth and love eternal

Protected by the deepest well

of guiding light paternal

The cherry tree is bare of leaves

but even in deep winter

I feel the calmness your soul breathes

Devotion; you can’t tint her

I’m here my darling, everyday

All you must do is feel it

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