Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.
—W.H. Auden
If only
Practiced and rehearsed
Familiar to each day
Anxiety and worry
When I forget to pray
Knee-jerk natural thought
To reason on my own
All my understanding
Rejecting what’s been shown
Foolish, always learning
But never coming to the Truth
Heavy burdens, crushing cares
Prayerlessness the proof
Belief has hands and feet
Faith is active and applies
God’s Word at every turn,
Every aspect of our lives
Then peace like a river
Attends our every way
It’s wholly supernatural
If only we will pray
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It is enough
It is enough to know You
To be known, called by grace
It is enough to share in
This sacred holy space
Of life in the Spirit
Fragrant beauty, perfect peace
The essence of Your presence
One continual feast
It is enough to follow
Forsaking worldly ways
It is enough to wander
With You, all my days
Taking, never striving
Receive, don’t orchestrate
Childlike faith, belief
Fill and satiate
It is enough
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Believe
Your truth is essential
Your will is the way
Hope springs eternal
When I take what You say
And live it, apply it
Marinate deep
Absorbing like lotion
Letting it seep
Into joints and marrow
Sinews and heart
Softening likeness
Of Christ You will start
Transforming measures
Perfecting by grace
Abundance and goodness
Remove every trace
Of sinful rebellion
Fowl unbelief
Wretched indifference
And bring sweet relief
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Virtuous
Trust—you cannot buy it.
More precious than fine jewels.
Company of character,
Stranger to the fool.
Integrity and honor,
Doing what you say,
Trust—a natural outcome
Of living in His way.
Sinful man will disappoint,
Fail, control, deceive,
Manipulate, hesitate,
But You, I can believe.
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“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.”
— William Wordsworth, from “Preface to Lyrical Ballads.”
