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.”

Shane

Heaven’s Healing

Heavenly Embrace

Dear Abba, Father,
Thy presence is so real,
And when I am with Thee, I feel,
Heaven all around me.

Because I have found Thee,
Thou God and Father of all,
In righteousness won,
Call me Thine honored guest, and beloved son.

Thou knowest my path has not been easy,
For Thou hast carried all my faults,
And in sweet mercy, hast buried them all,
Making provisions for me unending.

What is right and wrong,
Thou dost faithfully show me.
In Thy heart, Thou dost quietly know me,
Tenderly holding me in Thy bosom, consoling.

Comforting me in divine, holy love,
In perfect faith, and godly kindness,
Thou dost heal my broken heart.
I prayerfully kneel before Thy beautiful feet.

Thou dost pour sacred oil upon my head,
And with divine, eternal, enduring love so sweet,
Creation’s harmonious words, Thou dost speak.
Now in transforming glory, I become complete.

Shane

My Grace, I Bow Before Thee Now

My Cup Runneth Over

Grace

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 be won,
But by the saving, sacrificing, righteous love of the Holy Son.
Do not mock what He has wrought in agony, for fun!

Grace, where art Thou now, my inspiration and power?
Why hast Thou turned Thy face away from my brow?
Art Thou gone, or dost Thou now bow down before dumb idols, for naught?
Or 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?

Please, for heaven’s sake, 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.

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

Shane

Addiction: Forgiveness & Healing

Forgiveness

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

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.

Shane

Spending Time With My Holy One

I Love Thee My Lord

Lord, I want to meet Thee again.
I want to be with Thee, like then.
Please come as I worship Thee,
One on One as brother to the Son.

Thou dost talk with me a while,
Turning my turmoil into a smile.
Renewed, I kneel and worship Thee,
As Thou dost tenderly love me.

<First Chorus>
I cherish my time with Thee.
In awe I gladly receive,
Turning over my offering,
Of strain and suffering.

Thou art here to comfort and heal,
With hands upon my head so still.
Thy words are said; I see the stars,
And all Thy creations at large.

Everything comes into view.
Most of all, I see Thee true,
Dying for me, the least of these,
Giving Thy sacred life for peace.

<Repeat First Chorus>

I am sure of Thy love for all.
In Thy hands I stand up tall.
When I need Thee, I can see Thee,
Always comforting and redeeming.

<Bridge>
Just before our time is through,
I sit in Thy lap, give Thee a kiss,
And take a nap, as Thou dost tell me,
Beautiful stories from Thy life.

How I am in Thy dreams divine.
Then with love, Thou art in mine.
Before Thou dost depart,
Thou dost kiss me, close to heart.

<Second Chorus>
Thy host watching, singing along,
Giving hope to stay strong.
Thou art mine and I am Thine.
I love Thee my Lord.

<Repeat Second Chorus>

Shane

My Poetic Journey Has Led Me Here

Woodwind Experience

My elementary experience in being a son,
Came as I lay pondering on how my heart was won.
Father had sung to me on a woodwind Shawm.
I had felt His tender mercies melt my icy dawn.

Next came the strings with high and low stirrings.
These layers hemmed me in with notes appealing.
My art was born and crafted in the core of me.
This language of new creation my choice of speech.

Then came percussion inside my heartbeat soul.
I raised the banner beat attempting inner control,
Not realizing this alone was not my solemn role.
Who was I to ask for such a grandiose goal?

My inner longing for home and being whole,
Became my sole appetite and ambition for condole.
This heart which misfits its own housing,
Is broken down from all this crowding.

I want fluid Spirit flowing through my veins,
As wind through a flute, proclaiming harmonious strains.
“Oh, how can a heart which bleeds be the instrument of peace?”
Only a Savior can answer these cries of, “Please!”

Empty, and then fill this eroded emotional vessel,
That I may cross back into life, from this rifted threshold.
I desire a soul that’s innocent and wise,
Which takes only Godly delight in family ties.

How have I been undone all this time; never free,
Through all knowing plans, with races won and yet to run?
Because I am not the master but He,
And in this musical key I chose to agree.


Shane

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