Category: Poems

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what may happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born
Out in the fields with God.

-Elisabeth Barrett Browning.

How can one live with the truth
if the truth is one that says
that the monster in the mirror
is us?

How can one live with that
awful truth
and not die of sorrow,
of loneliness,
of unworthiness?

How can one ever hope
to be loved
when one knows how unlovable
one really is?

For what can one offer
her beloved
if not the thorns
that surround her very heart?

What can one expect to receive
if not fear, and if not rejection
for all the darkness
that one really has?

O, that my darkness
could turn into light,
and that my emptiness,
be filled with good!

O, that a kind hand
may lead me somewhere safe,
safe even from the horror
of who I really am.

Maybe then though I cry,
I might find some comfort;
though I hurt and cause others pain,
I might find healing and forgiveness.

Though I fail,
I might hope to keep on trying,
Though I die, I might believe,
and I might live again!

“I have been trying to make the reader believe that we actually are, at present, creatures whose character must be, in some respects, a horror to God, as it is, when we really see it, a horror to ourselves. This I believe to be a fact: and I notice that the holier a man is, the more fully he is aware of that fact.” – C.S. Lewis

There are times in your life
when all that you could do is rest.

You cannot love,
you cannot dream,
you don’t know where to start,
and you don’t know where to go.

You want to change your life,
but you’re too weak to move,
you’re too tired to think,
too hurt to heal,
too numb to make amends,
too lost to even hope,
too tired to even pray.

Rest then O heart,
and rest then O soul,
for the journey has been too much for you,
and the world has left you wounded
and alone.

Sleep then for a while,
let go of all your woes.
Lie down in trust,
and let your tears flow down
as they should.

Somebody’s watching,
Somebody’s catching your every tear.
Fear not, for in the quiet of the night
you’re in the arms of Him
who loves you most.

Think not of your worries,
think not of your wounds,
for they shall be healed.
In time shall you find comfort,
and you shall find peace.

O blessed peace,
claim your portion and your strength.
May your soul know what stillness means,
and may the very marrow of your bones
find ease.

Time has come to stop your restless wonderings,
and for all the useless work to cease.
Let God work while you are sleeping,
and in the morning
may you find all things new and sweet.

“In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength…” -Isaiah 30:15

“Remain still before Him, and stop your own restless working until He begins to work.  Do nothing that He Himself has not commanded you to do.  Allow God time to work and He surely will.  Then the very trials that threatened to overcome you with discouragement and disaster will become God’s opportunity to reveal His grace and glory in your life in ways you have never known before.” – Streams in the Desert

The steady hand can never find the deep things of the Lord;
The undimmed eyes can never see the comfort in His Word;
The joyous heart can never know the healing of His love;
The learned mind can never grasp the wisdom from above.

But, oh, the trembling hand clasps His and loses all its fear;
The weeping eyes can search His Word and read His promise clear;
The broken heart rests in His love until its faith prevails;
The childlike mind can reach the source where wisdom never fails.

By Annie Johnson Flint

He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.- Psalm 147:3

And you will hear a little voice within you saying:

Your joy is not in your sadness nor in your confusion.
Your joy is not in the darkness where you are.
Your joy is not lost.
Your joy is not broken.
It is stored somewhere safe,
protected against all harm.
God Himself protects it!
God keeps it secure,
where not even the most piercing grief could touch it.
Your joy is in GOD’S LOVE
and God’s Love is always upon you.
LOVE NEVER FAILS.

What Fills My Heart With Joy

My heart is filled with joy because of God’s wonderful love for me.
Weak and small that I am, He takes notice of me and witnesses my life.
He takes me as I am and fashions me after His own glory.
He takes away my shame and my brokenness.
He heals my wounds.
He makes me beautiful and strong.
I will always look forward for that morning when He makes everything new.
Within my heart shall always dwell His voice, and I shall never be alone.
Wisdom is His constant gift, and respect, an eternal blessing as love.
Who would appreciate my small tokens of love? It is He who does not disregard my smallest efforts and my meekest prayers.
Who has planned the best things for me? It is He who has my welfare in mind for all eternity.
My short life is but a vapor that fades, but He grants me a life that never ends.
I am poor and have nothing, but mansions He has prepared for me where He is.
I cry and He wipes away my tears.
I run in grief, but He pursues me, and He wins me back with His words of love.
He shows me the value of each heartbreak,
the cost of every tear.
He shows me how each sorrow can turn to joy
a joy that never fades.
People may hunger now, but they shall be filled.
People may mourn, but they shall be comforted.
We shall receive far more than what we have lost,
and far more than what we could ever dream about.
He is just, but He is also merciful.
He reigns from on high, yet He is never out of our reach.
He is my Father, but He is also like a Mother who loves her children
each one is valuable, no one is dispensable,
each one loved as though she were her only child.
I have my questions but He answers them one by one,
I have my doubts, but He fills my soul with faith.
Where can I go that He cannot follow?
What wrong can I do that He cannot forgive?
There is nothing that can ever separate me away from Him,
and there is no one who could take away these things that fill my heart with the Joy of Him!