Solid Ground

This poem is dedicated to Maryann.

Solid Ground*

 

The rollercoaster of our lives
Takes us up! down and round and round!
At times it takes us for some dives
Yet our feet are placed on solid ground

Our solid ground is Jesus Christ
In whom we savor sweet rest
The one who bought us with a price
And continues to bless and bless

On solid ground He will keep you
He will refresh you who are near
Gingerly like the morning dew
Giving life to you who are dear

Rest in the lover of your soul
The one through whom you are made whole

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* inspired by the following famous hymn

“My Hope is Built on Nothing Less”
by Edward Mote, 1797-1874
1. My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

2. When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

3. His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

4. When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

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Dream Variation: A Remix

What happens to our daydreams?

To fling our arms wide in the face of the sun

Intangible dreams that aren’t easily achieved

To have all that we crave and work is done

And rest beside the sea when a new day’s conceived

 

What happens to our daydreams?

Do dreams of worldly possessions leave a lasting impression?

Or dry up like a raisin in the sun

And awaken our senses like a harsh lesson

Do they taste sweet as sugar and then run?

 

What happens to Christ-centered dreams?

They may seem to elude us today

But our dreams will one day bud like a flower

In the cool of the early morning May

Wiping away our cries and sorrows tomorrow.

 

What will our dream variation become?

Our dreams will invigorate the masses

They will no longer be without meaning

As Christ serves to give peace and save all classes

For then we will lift our voices and let praises ring

 

Personal Note

* This poem is a remix of Langston Hughes’s poems, “Dream Variations” and “Harlem.” I wrote a variation of this poem last year. I took the idea from Ecclesiastes 6: 9 which says, ” Enjoy what you have rather than desiring what you don’t have. Just dreaming about nice things is meaningless- like chasing the wind.” Before I wrote the poem I asked God to help me put my thoughts together.

Jesus is Passing Over

The storms of our lives are passing by

Will Jesus hear our soulful cries

Does he see the stained teardrop face

As our life’s trials leave empty space

 

Jesus wants us to know he’s there

He says that he’s not unaware

But he wants us to look to him

And let it not be a passing whim

 

Take everything to him in prayer

knowing we are his blesséd heir

For he will see our heartfelt tears

As he allays all of our fears  

 

My Reflection

Looking in the mirror I see my reflection

Casting an eye back at me

What is it that I see in you

As I gaze gently warmly softly

 

I see the beauty that is within

The love that burgeons forth

Waiting desiring to be loved

Accepted by others

 

I see a candle burning brightly

Lighting up the world

Being and shining forth

Illuminating and enlightening

 

One day that reflection will go forth

And others will see the beauty within

My eyes my  heart my being

And embrace God’s light within me.

 

 

The Sweet Love of Jesus

Wrap us in your daily love to behold

Shout to us it’s limitless width and breadth

Jesus show your love’s worth more than pure gold

And keeps us from fearing our earthly death

 

Your love’s from everlasting to everlasting

We experience it through your great grace

You show sweet love through our prayer and fasting

When you answer we look upon your face

 

Prompting us to tell about your sweetness

Showing that in you there is no weakness

 

Ode to Mothers

A Mother’s worth is as pure gold

She teaches her children great lessons

With grace as her babies unfold

But it’s never with oppression

It’s with love that she takes action

For one day they will swiftly fly

With wings that will gain great traction

and soar to great heights in the sky

So that she as nurturer will smile

knowing that one day she will leave

And her children will ponder her style

With lovely thoughts that help them grieve

And memories that soothe soul’s sorrows

Will make her children one day say

That she prepared them for tomorrow

To celebrate her love like Mother’s Day

 

Deirdre M. DeLoatch

 

This poem is dedicated to those whose mothers have passed away. I know Mother’s Day was last month, but I wanted to write it then, but I didn’t finish my thoughts. My sister’s colleague just lost her mom in a tragic car accident because of a drunk driver. I wrote this because our mothers are everything to us, like her mother was to her. Some of our mothers are with the Lord in heaven. Those of us who are fortunate, may still have them with us. We have them here for a season, but we never know when their day will be their last. Let’s celebrate everyday with them and honor them for their personal sacrifice in helping us become what and whom we are today. The Bible says to honor thy mother and thy father for your days will be long (Exodus 20:12).

For personal reflection read one of the most tender stories about Ruth and Naomi. It epitomizes the love between a “mother” and daughter, although they were in- laws. Be blessed by this.

Read Ruth 1-4.

 

 

Living Water

Living Water

Jesus is the living water for the world
Drink you who thirst for His purifying love
His water washes and makes us clean pearls
And His water calls us like a gentle dove

Jesus’ calming water sustains precious life
His undulating water floods our needy souls
His gentle ocean current cleanses life’s strife
Beckoning us to come not in part but in whole

His power fills the body and the earth
Redeems the world and ushers life anew
Taste His living water as new life is birthed
Bathe in His abundant fresh morning dew

Taste and see that His water is indeed sweet
For His arm is not too short to meet and greet

Deirdre M. DeLoatch

Read John 4 for further study. Jesus says, ” Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”