Love in Every Condition

Millennial Life

Perfect light, treasure bright,
Happily playing, I see the might.
Babes, learning in a world of Christ’s love.
Angels, ministering all around us.

God smiles, in His eyes I am found.
Bringing me peace, on solid ground.
Wisdom is attained, letting go of worldly crowns.
The Truth, in Love and Spirit, lifts up glorious sounds.

We live in divine, wonderful and marvelous times,
When all good will come about, through miraculous signs.
We will all succeed, as we share our love disclosing,
Giving God’s light and truth to all, especially the unloving.

If you do not shine, you can, and I will.
As we build our foundation upon the rock of God,
All will work for our good, learning through health and ill,
Though it be our nightmares, which drive us on.

The truth is, we all have them, yet,
I feel blessed to have had mine,
For love in its purest form, ignites fire, set,
By the intercession of our eternal Christ.

Straight from God’s heart, to ours, in kind,
He freely loves, heals and gives caring life.
I long for His kingdom, it is in my heart and mind.
This gift is ours, to make at One, in sweet delight.

I want to share this message with all, be wise,
And give yourself away, to heed the master’s calling.
Do not be swayed by the sickness, nor fooled by the lies.
I don’t know why so many lives have fallen.

Good choices free us, as we lean on the words of God.
We have so much to offer, we need to share the gospel with all.
As we impart, come, eat, drink, and be full with so much more.
Do not be scared, for He has walked your path before.

In all your troubles and burdens, have you had rest?
Come, follow Him, for it is as He says, you get the very best!
He is the Life and Light of the world, clean, strong and godly!
Share yourself with Him, and become sanctified, full and holy.

He will mercifully set a place with you to dine,
And One on one, teach you how to fly.
Thank you Lord Jesus, Brother, Savior without end,
For being my dear loving God, perfect ally and friend.

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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