A Bit of Christian Rhyme

I love poetry.  I have written short poems since I was old enough to write.  My poetry is not fancy or deep like Maya Angelo's.  You don't have to ponder on the meanings too much to get the point.  It's just simple rhyme.  That's the way I like it.


I have decided to share a few of my poems with you, my wonderful readers.  Some are kind of lengthy so I will only share one at a time.


The inspiration for this one came from the book of Judges, chapters 4 and 5.  Deborah was a mighty woman of God.  There are still many Deborah s today.  They are waging war on their knees all over the world making intercession for peoples and nations.

Deborah

Arise, Oh Deborah, and go to war.

The victory is at hand. 

This battle I have given you.

Now go, reclaim your land.

The foe, he trembles at the sight

Of your fair countenance.

With flowing robes and mighty sword

You take the battle stance.

Arise and set the captives free,

And break the evil bonds.

Put up a siege works in it's place,

To rectify the wrongs.

Arise against the witchcraft

That has stolen countless ones.

Take back the broken , wounded hearts,

Of daughters and of sons.

Arise against the preditor

Who preys upon the child, 

Destroying innocence and

Leaving helpless ones defiled.

Arise against the thief

Who steals the destiny of man

And weaves deceit and falsehood,

Casting doubt on God's good plan.

Arise and gather now the lost,

The broken and despised,

And wrap them in the Father's love.

I tell you now, Arise!!!

Blessings!

Reny

Poetry

I've been writing poetry since I was in grade school. Just a little hobby of mine that only a few close friends and family knew about. Here are a couple of poems I wrote in recent years for my children. I have four fabulous sons and one beautiful daughter.

My Son
My son, what will your life be like,
What will your future be?
What untold joys and sorrows wait,
What wonders will you see?

Have I prepared you well enough
To deal with what's ahead?
Have I imparted courage
That will chase away all dread?

Will you be strong in troubled times,
Yet tender in your heart?
When others look to you for help,
Son, will you do your part?

When temptations beckon you
Will honor be your creed?
Will you give up your own desires
To fill another's need?

Will you look at your children
As a blessing from above?
And be to them what they need most,
A father full of love?

I pray your life be kissed by God,
No matter what may come,
And that He'll be your strength and shield
When all is said and done.

I know that seeds of greatness
Have been planted deep in you,
And what the Lord has promised
Is the thing that He will do.

So listen closely for His voice,
And do not fail to hear.
A whispered prayer will move His hand,
For He is always near.

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My Daughter
I remember well the day you arrived,
A tiny, pink bundle of love.
No doubt in my mind as I looked in your face
That you were a gift from above.

You fit in my arms so perfectly then.
You still fit there perfectly now.
I'll cherish and treasure each loving embrace
As long as our Lord will allow.

In watching you grow, and watching you bloom,
I know just what I am to do.
By God's grace and love, for the brief time you're mine,
I'll plant seeds of Jesus in you.

I know that one day you'll be leaving this nest
And the shelter of this 'mother hen'.
God, give me the grace to allow you to fly
As I offer you back to Him.

(Thank you, Jesus, for my wonderful children!)