Poetry For Christians

He's Waiting

The last breath

Fleeting softly from my lips

You slipped slowly from my body

Then I felt It!

The Peace beyond all understanding

It is good! Very Good!

All of life I waited

You have come

I am a tender lamb

who has found his rest

surrounded by your loving arms

after the last breath.

A Servant's Heart

My heart speaks

I must be less

He must be more

Saturating my being

The Holy Spirit gives

To all who ask

The Holy Spirit knows our needs

Needs given unto maturity

Stripping off the stone

Replaced with caring flesh

Giving all

Receiving little

Maturity abounds

As we pass through

Experience teaches

The disciple reflects

On learning observed

Providing understanding

For future days

Looking out

Battling on

Retreating Not

From Others needs

In the end

A servant's heart

Pure and clean.

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