True Love

Jopana’s Journey

Father, I know I am Thy literal son,
And Thou hast told me, Thou hast totally forgiven me.
I wholly believe Thee, but I don’t feel worthy,
To even be called Thy son, cut off spiritually by the natural man.

It is under the Son of God, I have been adopted in,
And after the resurrection, after I’ve thrived to the end,
Having proved true, I will then be physically begotten too,
Having become Thy true favored son, for my complete soul will be made wholly new.

We all must grow up into a narrowing of focus, until we reach the other side,
Where we come out into the purity of light, which then widens.
For all are in The Great Christ, and we too must die,
But in the Father, all shall be made alive.

This is our test, and we must do our very best,
As Thou dost make up all the rest, in restoring us,
To a perfect brightness of spirit, love and intelligence,
Both in body, spirit and soul, to inherit peace, sealed as one whole.

We all play an important role,
For all are needed in the great Christ’s sacred soul.
Please Lord, help us all to be true in Thee, sanctified,
For in Thy blood, our life’s supply, we too must die.

Thou hast all these sacred treasures of truth, within Thy eternal, master plan.
So please, don’t let go of our desperate hands.
Within the building blocks of the eternities, our families, I know we can,
Like the good ground beneath our feet, have our lives in holy love so sweet.

The atonement of our Lord, is for each sister and brother,
Which helps heal our wounds, and binds up our souls to each other.
We need to be united in Thee, for if not, then who are we really?
I want our names to be wholly in, Christ Jesus.

Shane

The Ancient Battle Ablaze

Ancient Battle

I am endlessly groping among these ancient ruins,
Trying to dodge all these hedges and thorny vines strewn.
I am searching for an ancient artifact, only aided by the moon.
The night has now turned into a pensive day,
Yet, amid this solemn lonely gloom, my day is still a day away.

I am seeking under the sun, amid my pain,
Trying not to come undone, for this is my refrain,
Crying out to my Father, under the pouring rain.
There is no end for me, to my mighty ceaseless praying.
Why is this cruel fight, one so hard to make right?

I am in this saying, “Father, end this nightmare,
So I can start living my primeval day.
No more night demons, so I can be forgiven today!”
I close my eyes and crumble, dropping to my demise,
Calling it quits, I’m sure I’ve lost the sacred prize.

But my Mentor is wise, calling me up from the skies,
Exhorting me He says, “It’s enough, I’ll compromise.
I will save you, as you willingly, faithfully, humbly, sacrifice your life.
Give it to me as a sign, and I will give you Mine.
You’ve given your very best to pass this test, now I’ll bless you through all the rest.”

So with sword and shield in hand,
I yield to my Master’s command.
Together we face this eminent battle land,
As He clears the way through sordid foliage, and slipping sand.
We now proceed straight forward to a higher place.

Here is where I now finally behold His face!
I feel His love and light, and know full His amazing grace!
Now I know what it means, to truly let go.
We march on through the murky marsh,
Searching for this sacred ancient place of grace.

I know this artifact is one of ancient design, a pearl of most exquisite white.
A symbol of love, Spirit and holy light,
Hidden deep down, well under ground.
An ancient treasure of sacred worth,
Serving as a sacred token portal, to return home from earth.

Master, only with Thee will I go, for only Thy true great name saves.
I’ll catch on and take hold of Thy soul, to never let go!
On our Father’s Majesty, His right hand, Thou takes all godly control, to accomplish Thy perfect role.
With newness of ways, we live in the promised and saving days.
For now is the time of the great redeeming, the fulfilling of the ancient battle ablaze!

Shane

My Grace, I Bow Before Thee Now

My Cup Runneth Over

Your Grace

My Lord, Your Grace, be engraven upon my knees, hands and face.
I do not dwell upon Thy grief, but to find mine own hallowed relief.
My heart shines now, I do adore and bow, causing my wool to be exquisite white.
Thy life in mine, I humbly vow, My Grace, Thou art my true delight!

Grace is a gift of the strength of God,
Bestowed on all those who look upon,
The Lord lifted up, who grants redemption,
Given through faith, unto our salvation.

Jesus took the fault, eternal punishment, pain, and fall,
Bearing with it, all the trials, turmoil, and withdrawals,
Accumulated and manifest, because of our falls.
The Perfect Lamb, slaughtered in shame, pain, and blame for all.

Nothing so excruciating, could ever be done,
For souls whose fatal corruption in enmity, could ever be won,
But by the saving, sacrificing, righteous love of the Holy Son.
Do not ever mock what God has wrought in agony, for fun.

Grace, where art Thou now, my inspiration and power?
Why hast Thou turned Thy face, against my brow?
Art Thou gone, or dost Thou now bow down before dumb idols for naught?
Could it be my unanswered, under achieved, wasted life, sought for but not caught?

May I find my course’s reason,
But for mankind’s very own treason?
Could the way before, though it be not mine,
Be for consumption, of both heart and mind?

For heaven’s sake, please, feed me a supper’s plate,
Which won’t leave me filled with hate,
But instead, bring me love and retreat,
Which just might, through might, I might eat.

For I am empty, eaten, through starvation’s words,
Strategically placed near the slaughter’s cross, cursed.
I await my eternal turn, to follow mine, a martyr’s tale,
To defy all the rest of my life, remaining true, yet to unveil.

Shane

Make the Way, With Thy Savior

In Return

There is a call to all,
Coming from our Savior.
“Come home safe into My stall,
That ye may find favor.”

With this promise kept,
Shall come healing and joy,
Carried in thy Savior’s steps,
Becoming disciples of His employ.

Though the way be a trial,
Holding faithful ye shall find,
His holy Kingdom shall be thine,
In patience, adorned with Christ.

He is the way ye should go,
For behold, ye shall see Him,
Being like Him, and know,
That He is thy eternal friend.

“Come, and be not afraid.
Hold fast to My side.
For I AM here to make thy way.
Together we shall walk above the tide.

“As We return in righteousness,
Ye shall in grace pass thy test,
Being one in glory and holiness,
Entering into My perfect joy and rest.”

Shane

Starting Over – A New Birth

Born Again

(In Law and Spirit)

To take one’s heart,
And meld it with another,
Is the perfect place to start,
When sharing with a brother.

To break one’s heart,
In the service of each other,
Is to perfect the hidden part,
Which cries out for a Father.

No one has the trust of any,
Like a father and son,
For in the eyes of many,
This world would be undone.

If not for mentors now,
On our earthly home abode,
We would never humbly bow,
But be strangers to our load.

But to find in us ourselves,
And carry what we cross,
We must know as did the Twelve,
And ever count the cost.

Oh Lord we love the ones we hold,
While on our journey home,
And long to be as in days of old,
When before on earth to roam.

But lightened on a brighter path,
For hence our pathway trod,
We’ll receive all that our Father hath,
And never depart the iron rod.

(The iron rod depicts the word of God)

Shane

The Importance of Family

Family

Mine is a gift from God,
To be born of loving parents,
Who willingly spend their all,
To nurture as their call.

The way to happiness,
Is about selflessness.
It begins with giving life,
And continues in spreading light.

Amongst each trial we bear,
Is a strength deeper than every care,
Which holds us all together,
For we are a family forever.

Now and for all eternity,
We are cherished by God as glory,
For we are His family,
Sons and daughters of His royalty.

As we live faithfully,
We will return someday,
To reunite everlastingly,
And progress after Deity.

We shall not falter nor fail,
For we are sent to prevail,
And after all we learn and do,
God will uphold all His faithful true.

With patience we will run the race,
Knowing that as we seek His face,
One day we’ll be in His embrace.
This is what strengthens the family race.

Shane

Finding Your Place of Grace Now

In This Quiet Place Again

I am in this quiet place.
I can hear laughter as they race,
To join me by these waters,
To tell stories of our journeys.

Shortly I feel their touch,
As our hands and faces embrace.
We are happy tonight,
Here in the quiet moonlight.

It is my friends whom I love so dear.
We are dancing and singing with endless cheer.
Then comes a gentle man,
To share in our evenings plans.

We sit around the edge,
Of the sweet river bed,
And listen with our hearts,
To our Christ, whose words He imparts.

As He tells the water calms,
And the wind suddenly stills.
The sounds of nature all around,
Become quiet, so that He is the only sound.

It penetrates my soul,
As I feel His words unfold,
And I think to myself,
It’s worth it, I’m glad I didn’t quit.

I could go on like this forever,
And I will, and it will only get better.
For my peace and rest I enjoy,
I am full of eternal life and joy.

I am here in this quiet place again,
As I see that I’m on earth,
But I know where I will go,
As I feel my endless worth.

I can come here at any time,
And in time that’s where I’ll be,
To share my forever
And eternity, with deity.

Shane

A Poet’s Christmas

The Christmas Child

Sharing, caring, darling child,
Soon to be so strong and mild.
After comes the One whom she,
Sees in Him the One to be.

Mary gives the Christmas child.
Life He wins through godly trial.
Come increase in His love and peace,
Until all works of darkness cease.

All the earth He made to give,
That His brothers and sisters may live.
In Him is found our holy grace,
For in Him all life has place.

His heart is always open,
To receive and heal us from sin.
His hope is always sure.
In Him we can all be made pure.

Giving us gracious gifts, He renews our lives,
With repentance He is bound to us, through holy ties.
His hands which bore the cross,
Can lift us up, and make up all our loss.

His Father is our Sire,
Who gave us rebirth through His holy fire,
That if we will through freedom come,
He will guide us on the path of His Son.

My heart cries out, “How holy and great Thou art!
Make me Thy steward by setting me apart!
Oh merciful, and loving gentle Jesus,
In Thy loving arms receive us!”

My faith in Thee is pure,
And my hope and salvation sure.
My everlasting need is filled in Thee.
My everlasting soul is forever free!

The beauty and glory of it all,
Thou hast saved me from the fall.
My life embraces Thy holy love.
My strength comes from Thee above!

Free at last, free from the past,
My heart has turned from stone to glass!
The effect of my sin is no more,
Thy love and work hath carried me ashore.

Once more fresh, and anew in Christ,
I gratefully receive this gift of Godly price.
And with this life Thou hast given me,
I will bless all others to come unto Thee!

The Lord has already taken our load.
He has not forgotten us, graven and bestowed.
He has borne our crosses, the schemes of man,
Being lifted and gifted high, upon the palms of His hands.

We are the Lord’s true delight, the reason He died.
He now awaits our arrival, with arms open wide.
Our great Lord loves us today and always, for He is risen!
Providing provision all our days, and we are forgiven!

Shane

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