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God's
Whispering Presence Anon a whisper blew across my
face today the sun embraced the sky
today Heaven for a
Nickel
The confusion envelopes my
anxious mind,
How could I feel this way in summer time? This world is taken over with hunger and war, And I have the nickel that gives a bit more To make life better for those who have not For those who this earth has forgot. The time comes 'round when the church bells ring. I listen hard to the songs they sing. They tell a tale of long ago; Of a child who came and had to go. Nailed to a cross He died for me Nailed to this life, I still can't see. There's not enough to go around Its always erased by the bomb's sound. Or else its killed with a chilling cry, Of somebody's baby that shouldn't have died. And in those lands where war is great Where the anxious earth is filled with hunger and hate; . . . filled with all the broken flesh and blood That God created out of mud. Then I hear the preacher man, asking for dollars with an outstretched hand,
from those who came there
to pray
because "this new church must be paid!"
I bowed my head and
clutched it fast:
the nickel I had was my
very last.
And it breaks my heart to know, That the child who came, had to go. He took with him a piece of me, To my heart he holds the key, And every single now and then, He lets the crying children in
to remind me of the lack of
peace
and love and hope and charity. I look at the smiling preacher man, And secretly wish that I were him. I wish I had his wonderful job, I'd take it and gather a different mob... I left the church and those who pray those who gave and gave and gave
when suddenly I heard a
weeping moan,
it had a very distinctive tone. And when I turned and looked to see, I saw an old man watching me. There was no confusion in my anxious mind, As I reached in my pocket for my nickel to find. And when I put it into his shaky hand, I heard more clearly the words of the preacher man. And I understood what I didn't know, About the child from long ago... But then my eyes filled with tears, As the man told me of all his years. I listened closely to all he said, And watched as he lowered his aged head. And then I heard him say, "That land of war, isn't that far away. Because when a soul is all alone... That land of war, stays right at home." I then told him it was meant to be, He must spend Summer time with me. He smiled and said that I was right, As his appearance changed to a snowy white... He stood up so proud and tall, He wasn't an old man after all. He led me away from the preacher's crowd, And earthly noises became not quite so loud. And as we climbed the golden stairs, I looked back with one more tear, At this world taken over with hunger and war... I shuddered to think what it had in store. Now I live with the man I took time to know The child from the tale of long ago He was nailed to a cross so that I could see: The nickel is here - inside of me And it's not the nickel that saves my soul
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it's the giving until you
have no more.
Being
Saved
Anon
I have reached for you
so many times so often so many, many times and you never reached back. I have called out your name in so many ways so often in so many, many ways I never heard your answer. What is this strange sound this strange sight this reaching for me this name you call me; do I remember you? Dare I reach back now I don't recognize you I don't know your touch your gentleness your trust the fall of your tears upon my heart because you missed me. Whisper once more speak yet again the sight of your smile builds hope. Carefully, very, very carefully I reach out to you to be saved, saved forever.
Quickly,
Human
Anon
observing the earthly music
within the hopes of hope within the boundaries of love and in dreaming unsung longings of elusive weathered strength broken and sheathed put away for another day.
quickly, human
check your pulse find God before it's too late and shackled amongst cords made of stone and in alleys of darkness where garbage bins sleep beside the sleeping of humanity
quickly, human
check your pulse find God before it's too late and somebody said
My Higher Power
by Audrey Austin
If I
could but extend my arm
into
the darkest depth of night
Entwine my fingers 'round a star
Present to you this dazzling sight
It
would not be enough.
If I
could gather all the gold
and
every precious jewel
From
'round the world
to
give to you
with
all my love
desired renewal
It
would not be enough.
If I
could search within myself
and
find one tiny gleam of light
and
let it shine forevermore
humbled, precious in your sight
It
would not be enough.
You
are the All
the
One, Beloved
Feared, Adored, Redeeming Grace
One
day I'll meet you face to face
I pray
You will say enough.
In Exchange
I give you my shoulders Come to me and suffer no more.
A
Tribute
by Audrey Austin
Inspired by the words in:
David wrote
songs and he loved to sing,
God made him great, God made him king. His belief was strong, to be admired, To have faith like his is my desire. While David sings on a cloudless dawn, In prayerful meditation I hear his song. "I hear my Lord, He speaks to me, His servant I will gladly be, He gifts me with the breath of life, And gives me strength to battle strife, As green grass sparkles after rain, Love lifts me up beyond all pain, I sing my song to praise His name, His promise still remains the same, My cup the Lord has filled, I will to do his will, With God's love and his protection, Death merely a path to resurrection, There is no room in my heart for doubt, This victory God brings about, I am blessed, a child of God, He prepares the path upon which I trod, His covenant will not be broken, The God of Israel has spoken." An
Image of Me an image of me I give to
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