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.


Grace Reborn

A Wander’s Compelling Journey Through Heartfelt Transformation and Change

Pools of Glory

As the evening takes pace, in a corner of space,
There are three pools of freshest water,
Being fed by God’s grace.
It is evening now, so the moon shows its glow,
Down on the pool’s face, down below.
It helps all things to grow.

It sets up above, the ground all around,
With trickling water, as the only sound.
It’s the most peaceful place, for miles around.
The very best, hidden from the world’s frown.
Around these pool’s lovely edges,
Are lush green grasses found.

Then among this green, there can be seen,
Beautiful flowers, of the most purple dream.
Not a creature does stir, this great happy place,
For at night they all leave, without leaving a trace.
Then up from above, comes a wandering soul,
Who without device, tries to take control.

This bird darts through the air, very unaware,
Of the shinning, shimmering pools below,
Not really knowing which way to go.
Then at a glance, he is caught in a trance,
And selfishly says, “What’s this I see?
Can it truly be, a place for me?

“Just a place where only I can be?
I’ll dive straight down, and guaranteed,
I’ll hide this spot, from those who might see,
And make this place, just for me.”
So ignoring the words of the wise,
He flies down to claim his prize.

With pride in his eyes, darkness begins to arise,
Hardening his heart, with a cloaked disguise.
All night long, instead of swimming around,
This selfish little bird, goes knocking things down.
He makes such a mess, and stirs quit a noise,
That this sick little bird, finds devilish joys.

He takes pride in control, and joys in things temporal,
Until finally at dawn, his mess is anything but simple.
“Well now,” he muses to himself on impulse,
“Those creatures who bug me, will now not see me.
I’ll be out of sight, and won’t have to fight.
Now everything, is going to be alright.

“All those meddlesome creatures, who go around biting,
Will have not the chance, because I’m in here, just hiding!

I’ve found what life’s all about,
It’s eating and drinking, a life of ease,
To get what I want, no need to say please!
I’ve got it all here, now there’s nothing to fear.

“In just a short while, those creatures who harass me,
Will be nothing less, than most unhappy.
They will look and look, for their inhabitance of mine,
But only I will enjoy, this waterside sunshine!
With my solitude and serenity, I’ll be fine,
And this is what it’s all about, every time!”

Well, in a day of bliss, his sick little wish,
Did make him pleased for then,
But he did not have much fun, in the days that did come.
All alone did he feel, with no friends who were real.
Yet by himself he did declare, “I’ll never go back,
And bear all that yak, and that is a fact!”

So the nights were so long, and the days seemed so wrong,
But this stubborn little bird, dared not to come on.
With lowering spirits, as life prolonged,
He started to sing, a heartfelt song.
First out of boredom, but then his soul started to yearn,
For something much deeper, than he had ever known.

Where is my peace, my piece of love?
I can’t find it out, all on my own,
Not even in the nicest place or home,
I need others to help me grow.”
Then as the searching others heard it,
Inside they too felt a quiet moan.

This also they had desired, but had sought it on their own.
Then said they, “We can all share this love,
In this life today, so why do we need to create,
Such antagonistic strife this way?
Let’s do start to obey, our Creator this day,
And from now on, do it His way.”

So they all gathered around,
To find the soul who, may be of some help,
To help them get through.
Now, when this little bird,
Heard their cry, he let out a sigh,
And began to ask himself, “Why?

“Why did it have to come this way?
Why could not this bliss, come so easy, I say?”
Then came the animal’s reply,
“We all hunger, but don’t know why,
So how can we even start to fly?
All we could do was try.

“Without a wish, or even a beg,
We couldn’t even get it into our head,
But when you started to sing,
A bell started to ring,
And we know now, that we must learn how,
To dance and to sing!

“So please come on out, from where you are,
We very much hope, you’re not very far.
Come be with us, and you will see,
We will try to live, more peaceably.”
So with love in his heart, he came over the top,
And said to them all, “Help me make this wall fall.”

So they all gathered around, working side by side,
Every one of them together, losing their pride.
They all went to work, and when it was through,
They wondered, “What’s next to do?”
“Let’s play in the water,
And even talk some too.”

Well, it wasn’t yet perfect, but far from where they were,
And each of them felt, a little more sure.
“This is good, so let’s spread the word,
It’s safe in this place, to come and belong.
And to think it all started, with one little song.
We will fight for the right, and vanquish the wrong!”

Yes, there in those pools,
They came and they went,
But as for the little bird who once claimed it,
He was there night and day,
For whomever wanted to play,
Wanted to play.

“We know the power of love is strong,
And in it, we can all belong,
So let’s come together,
And strive to be better,
And to think it all started,
With one little song.”


Sometimes God Finds Us – Even When We Run From Him

My Witness of the love and power of God for His Children

He’s always there. If I turn to the right, His Grace is there. If I turn to the left, His Mercy will find me. If I go back, He’s got me. If I go forward, I run straight into Him.

Just Seconds before this…!

The Halls of Heaven

It was just before my time was to come.
I would be leaving Thy presence, until it was done.
“It will be hard,” Thou had told me,
“How hard you know not,
How exquisite you know not,
Yea, how hard to bear you know not,
But fear not, for I have already sent
Your older Brother, and He will make it all right.”

Then, Thou didst hold me in Thy arms for five hours,
Comforting, speaking to and loving me,
Preparing me for what was to come,
For it was very, very scary.
“I’ll come down, when it comes to this time,
And witness to all, that if you truly love me,
I will not let you fall, but in due time,
You will conquer and fulfill all your godly call.”

Then, with trepidation and faith,
I walked with the Son to the portal,
And when to the place, we left with a kiss,
As Jesus said in a peaceful whisper,
“My son, you will put me through more
Than anyone else, but you’re worth it.
I know who you are to become to me.”
And we parted in a loving embrace.

Now, it wasn’t more what I would do,
Which would make Him suffer so,
But what would be done to me,
That would cause me to wholly abandon Him, and go.
Then at the peak, when my life was much too bleak,
I totally decided to take the spiritual leap,
And jump off into all oblivion,
Where Satan has all dominion.

So with Satan and all his devils,
His whole host prodding and shouting on,
My Father did something so miraculous,
For His hurting, rebellious little son.
He hurriedly left the halls of heaven,
Where He is sung to, loved and adored,
And rushed to our earth so sordid, so full of hate and scorn,
And faithfully fulfilled what he vowed to that morn.

Yes, my Father, the God of all the universe,
Left His heavenly throne, to rescue among the demon’s
Hateful harm and abase, wrapping me faithfully in His arms,
Pulling me steadily away from that ledge,
While I screamed and kicked Him in the face.
I will not repeat the words I cried,
As I cursed my Father so, but all the while
He knew who I really was, and would not let me go.

So there it had happened, as He said I would see,
“I will personally come down to save you,
And bring you back with Me.
I went down into to depths of hell to rescue you,
And I’d do it all over again, because you are my son,
And never ending friend. I will never let my children fall,
Who truly love me, and give me their all.
Our relationship will never end, for I am Thy Father, Amen.”


Addiction: Forgiveness & Healing


To be tried is to live,
And to repent to forgive.
Now is our time to prove,
To be healed and made new.

Not feeling worthy of love,
Dying in addiction’s clutch?
The Savior’s hands are around,
Working, until we are unbound.

It’s very brutal and rough,
To not feel strong enough,
To allow ourselves to strive,
To grow up until we thrive.

Abuse, turmoil and pain,
Keep us trapped in Satan’s game.
We need healing, physically, emotionally,
Mentally, spiritually and socially.

To partake of Christ’s fruits,
We must bear His life in us,
To tree from roots.
Herein are the gospel tools.

When we let the worst of us,
Get the best of us,
Our tribulation paves the way,
For greater need to obey.

Then with greatest urgency,
Christ comes and makes us free.
In descends the dove of peace,
As love from above to fully increase.


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!


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