Peace Jesus Gives ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Peace Jesus gives,
to all who seek
no matter if . . .
mighty or weak.

For in peace He came,
so we could find
peace to guard and keep
both heart and mind.

Peace Jesus offers,
to all who inquire
if it is truly . . .
their heart’s desire.

For He promises,
peace perfect
to minds on Him
that reflect.

Peace Jesus left,
for all of us
now we must . . .
in this trust!

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John 14:27

“Peace I leave with you,
my peace I give unto you:
not as the world giveth,
give I unto you.
Let not your heart be troubled,
neither let it be afraid.

Isaiah 26:3

Thou wilt keep him in
perfect peace,
whose mind is stayed
on thee: because
he trusteth in thee.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2018
Deborah Ann Belka

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So It Be Done ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

So it be written,
so it be done . . .
so unto the world
God sent His Son.

So it be told,
so it be said
so by a star
the Magi’s were led.

So it be stated,
so it be completed
so to a manger
shepherd’s retreated.

So it be scripted,
so it be transcribed
so for man’s sin
Jesus lived and died.

So it be written,
so it be done . . .
so Jesus was born
to save everyone!

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Isaiah 14:24

“The Lord of hosts hath sworn,
saying, Surely as I have thought,
so shall it come to pass;
and as I have purposed,
so shall it stand:”

John 1:14

“And the Word was made flesh,
and dwelt among us,
(and we beheld his glory,
the glory as of the only
begotten of the Father,)
full of grace and truth.”

King James Version
Public Domain

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of mountains and pebbles

House of Heart

Hold me in soft silence,
read my heart aloud knowing
that every beat is painted in
your colors.
Let me come undone with yearning
knowing there is safety in longing.
My breath is a warm sigh against
your skin and love is the ember we
hold to our lips in winter’s unfolding.
Allow us to come undone quietly
without the thistle of war or
the bind of garland about our feet,
a tender loosening of ties,
mountains reduced to pebbles.

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Olga Beliaeva

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Love That Inspires ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Let us not love in idle words,
that simply roll off our tongues
let us love in truthful actions
and deeds that are left unsung.

Let us not love with conditions,
that requires more of another
let us love in a forgiving measure
bracing and lifting up each other.

Let us not love over factors,
that causes us to clash and fight
let us love with assuring hearts
filled with joy and His delight.

Let us not love in competition,
that causes one to win or to lose
let us love with honest declarations
His truths be in the terms we choose.

Let us not love with a lofty heart,
that brings or puts another down
let us love with hope and bold faith
so others can see the truth we’ve found.

Let us love with pure, honest deeds,
so our conduct awes and inspires
another life to turn to…

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The Greenbrier, White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad

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In the southeastern part of the state of West Virginia just west of the Virginia state line is the town of White Sulphur Springs.  It is a small town, but it has a great significance.  It is the home to the Greenbrier, a world renowned resort on 1,000 acres that is also a National Historic Landmark.  What began in 1778 as a visit to the ‘White Sulphur Spring’ and grew into a resort, it has hosted 27 U.S. Presidents, royalties and business leaders.  Today, you will be totally amazed as you walk around and visit all of the rooms and walk along the walking paths.  A visit or a stay at the Greenbrier will be a stay that you will never want to see come to an end.

President arrives with brother Milton

Now some of you are saying, “Wow!  This has got to be one amazing spot to have great dignitaries stay here.  It…

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Indigenous Bird

House of Heart

Without end or beginning,
in white hours I wait for you.
Near night I hunger for darkness,
shadows of lilting swans
we plunge from cliffs of vertigo
into the gold dust of desire.
You are the hoarfrost of winter,
brilliant bursts of Autumn’s fire.
Solitary eagle above the mountains,
beneath your wings gentle streams
of infinity carry you to my shore.
Should you fly on to distant provinces
I will follow,
become an indigenous bird to that land.

Birds of South Asia

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