Tag: God

Manna Enough – Stop Living like an Orphan

Poetry

Manna Enough – Stop Living like an Orphan

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Adopted, precious daughter
but an orphan in my mind;
stowing up my manna thinking,

“He won’t provide, he lied.”

My fear breeds maggots
like the manna that I hoard
scrapings for tomorrow
turn to rotting, stinking mold

My heart a barren wilderness,
a mirage of abandonment, stomach empty;
but it’s raining down bread!

There’s manna provided in plenty

If I open my eyes and look
He knows exactly what I need,
He will always be here

wanting the very best for me.

To the brink of starvation,
in the strongest of my cravings,
I’ll trust his Daddy heart

and remember I need His saving.

It’s enough for today, this moment
Manna enough to get me through
My Daily Bread, fresh each morning

ever faithful, ever true

Orphan, open your heart!
The deed’s been signed and sealed.
He’s never letting go,

just let your soul be healed.

Inspired by a sermon by Pastor Tim Dunham on Exodus 16:1-16 and John 6:26-35 as well as the meditation in this video by Caroline Williams.

 

Slow Your Breath Down

Poetry

Slow Your Breath Down

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Breathe in.
Fill your lungs and belly.
Breathe out.
It’s sweet, nourishing water.
Breathe in.
Sink deeper.
Breathe out.
Surrender more fully.
Breathe in.
This ocean has no shores.
Breathe out.
This ocean has no bottom.
Breathe in.
You are safe and cherished here.
Breathe out.
You are delighted in here.
Breathe in.
You are treasured.
Breathe out.

You are loved.


Inspired by the Future & Forestry song after which this poem is named as well as C.S. Lewis’ book, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.  As the ship drew nearer Aslan’s country the waters grew sweet, and filled their bellies… and satisfied them.

Star-Breathing God

Poetry

Star-Breathing God

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The star-breathing God,
my awesome Creator.
Wonder of wonders,
my soul’s Savior.
His incomprehensible majesty,
power beyond any human measure-
Tho’ creation lies in his hand,
He loves me as his treasure.
The starry host are His,
He knows each by its name
He calls mine also into eternity,
And the very galaxies proclaim
that Jesus is King,
but became God clothed in flesh.
He died in our place
who formed stars from his breath.

“By the word of the LORD the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth.”
Psalm 33:6

I think I wrote this poem in 2014 after hearing Louie Giglio’s talk, How Great is Our God at a Christ Tomlin concert in Delhi. The whole thing can be found on YouTube and I highly recommend it.  It’ll blow your mind.