Poetry Paradox

The Seasons of God's Voice
	
When rumbling thunder booms, and lightening streaks,
and roaring winds tear limbs and bark from trees,
a voice is heard - within my soul it speaks:
with reprimands that bring me to my knees.

The clap of rustling leaves applauding spring:
creates a message to my inner core;
as flowing fields of pansies dance and sing,
that same omnipotent voice is heard once more.

Shimmering waves from summer's radiant heat,
draw word mirages through the humid air;
interpreted by my throbbing pulse heart beat -
the source I recognize : the voice is there.

Then finally winter freezes spoken breath,
and on the tips of icicles silence suspends.
For those who hear the voice pierce shrouds of death,
the message through eternity never ends.







Dying Man's Prayer

Oh, Lord, reach forth your mighty hand 
	and grasp my hell-bound soul;
Unbind my spirit shackled by
	the sins of Satan's hold.

Restore my strength and health which now 
	are fleeting t'ward the grave.
I claim the power of Jesus Christ
	whose name alone can save.

Reverse the power of death while there
	is breath within me still,
and let me have just one more chance
	to follow in your will.

But if there's no more time to grant,
	in this my final hour -
Into your hands I cast my soul 
	to save by your great power.






 	PSALM 301


Thou art Almighty
	my Lord and my God.
Lend me Your strength
	as life's rough paths I trod.
Each time that Satan
	makes me fall down,
bruising my knees
	from the rocks in his ground.
You pick me up
	and gently You're there
binding my wounds
	with Your Loving Care.
You're never far
	when my feet start to stray,
Calling me back
	to Your straight, narrow way.
Thickets of thorns
	may surround me and yet
Your great protection
	I always can get.
Angels surround me
	when called for in prayer.
Thank You!  My Lord,
	Your love sent them there.
Through deepest of jungles
	and darkest of caves,
Your guiding light — 
	my way always paves.
When in the waves
	of life's oceans I'm thrust,
You are my hope
	and in You I can trust.
If from high mountains
	I may be cast down,
Wings of Your angels
	will ‘round me be found.     
Thou art the One
	that helps me to stand.
Buffeted by winds
	from life's hot desert sand.
You keep me safe
	when the icy winds blow.
Wrapped in your bosom
	where warm breezes flow.
Thou art my strength,
	my salvation, and hope.
Without you - My God
	with life's snares I can't cope.
Hear now this praise
	of Thanksgiving from me.
Thou Art Omnipotent,
	Almighty Art Thee.







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