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Keith Wallis

Poetry Challenge 2014

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Gone to prepare a place for us

 

 

in that great realm above

 

 

where everything is perfect

 

 

and all is fuelled by love.

 

 

All tears are wiped away

 

 

and nothing brings us pain

 

 

for he has borne it all

 

 

its there for us to gain.

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Where everything is perfect

 

 

the imperfect is king

 

 

difference is celebrated

 

 

and the lonely find a home.

 

 

Where everything is perfect

 

 

there is no need for grace,

 

 

for grace becomes homeless

 

 

when perfection is achieved.

 

 

Thank you God for imperfection

 

 

for there You find me

 

 

and there Your grace

 

 

has purpose.

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Difference is celebrated,

 

 

celebrants in a dance,

 

 

where the steps are impromptu,

 

 

multiple, fast.

 

 

It’s surely melodic to the Master’s ear,

 

 

and I wonder if the angels

 

 

all mimic and cheer.

 

 

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Where the steps are impromptu

 

 

no order seems to be

 

 

but hands and feet and body sway

 

 

in dancing that is free

 

 

floating cross the ages

 

 

the rhythms we just love

 

 

making one off patterns

 

 

in every separate move.

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But hands and feet and body sway

 

 

As we worship our Lord night and day

 

 

For coming to us, tempted and tried

 

 

Though he had no sin, gave his life and died

 

 

Only to rise again to grant us new life

 

 

Through baptism in him, who lived the perfect life

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For coming to us, tempted and tried,

 

 

it must have been like 30-odd years

 

 

in those 40 days and nights.

 

 

Rise from the waters, new creation! Stir!

 

 

Walk, though you suffer,

 

 

by trust Heaven is near.

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In those 40 days and nights

 

 

Jesus prayed, "Not my will Father, but yours."

 

 

Therefore when we ask, we receive

 

 

Knock, and God will open doors

 

 

To do what is right, to do what pleases

 

 

Lord Jesus I pray our bond never ceases

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Therefore when we ask, we receive

 

 

on a table set before us

 

 

in the presence of our enemies.

 

 

Yet, we invite them

 

 

on the highways, in the hedges.

 

 

For we, too, were once estranged,

 

 

far from Kingdom's edges.

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In the presence of our enemies

 

 

we fear not what will be

 

 

a table full of food is there

 

 

and pleasant company

 

 

protected by the hand of God

 

 

his hand and ruling rod.

 

 

They see but cannot touch

 

 

us as we feast and praise

 

 

sing our songs of joy

 

 

his own banner raise.

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A table full of food is there

 

 

Everyone will be served their share

 

 

Of our daily bread

 

 

With God at the head

 

 

All are united by One common thread

 

 

Jesus, God's Son

 

 

Whom said, "It is done."

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Of our daily bread

 

 

we take a bite,

 

 

better with two or three

 

 

to witness the grace

 

 

that unfolds before our eyes

 

 

when we trust the Lord

 

 

to give us a manna taste

 

 

in the midst of any storm.

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Better with two or three,

 

 

For God to bless this place.

 

 

With intercessory prayer,

 

 

We come before His face.

 

 

He stands ever ready to hear,

 

 

Our angony of heart

 

 

With grace in nail scarred Hands.

 

 

He has fully paid His part.

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With intercessory prayer, kneeled before God

 

 

Carrying the burdens of even those calling Him a fraud

 

 

This is how we know what love is

 

 

That He will remember our sins no more and call us his

 

 

Then we shall call Him ours

 

 

His Kingdom, His people, numerous as the stars

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This is how we know what love is

 

 

a tender kiss

 

 

placing of a ring

 

 

the cry of a new-born

 

 

and a kindly smile

 

 

helping hand

 

 

words in season.

 

 

All these are expressions of love

 

 

but the greatest is the giving

 

 

of a life for others

 

 

and the highest was when

 

 

Jesus hung on the cross for us.

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Placing of the ring,

 

 

so that when hearts get heavy

 

 

covenant still sings

 

 

and woos us to the prospect

 

 

that happiness is being

 

 

obedient and spent

 

 

in pursuing God 's commands

 

 

and others' cares

 

 

in everything,

 

 

even in our dreams.

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Covenant still sings,

 

 

Our firm commitment to one another.

 

 

Love your neighbor as yourself,

 

 

And never forget your spiritual brother.

 

 

For the precepts that we follow,

 

 

Are the commands from a Loving Heart.

 

 

Back to Eden we must venture,

 

 

Following God back to the start.

 

 

For it's in 'Creation Story',

 

 

That we find out who we are.

 

 

It's where God first planned our journey,

 

 

By His word, our Morning Star!

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Love your neighbor as yourself

 

 

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit

 

 

Do not give the devil a foothold,

 

 

Rather greet one another with a holy kiss

 

 

Imitate Christ in all His likeness

 

 

Be open-minded, live to serve others too

 

 

Forgive as Christ forgave you

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Do not give the devil a foothold,

 

 

Or he will surely try,

 

 

To tempt you and implore you,

 

 

To get you on his side.

 

 

His mastery's temporary,

 

 

As any would already know.

 

 

For his end is in the lake of fire,

 

 

In the abyss is where he'll go!

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To tempt you and implore you,

 

 

the devil's such a cad,

 

 

he'd rather we forsake God's good

 

 

for the slightest shred of bad.

 

 

If he feared that final fire,

 

 

one'd think he would repent.

 

 

But no, he's so much stuck on "I",

 

 

he's blinded--what a wretch!

 

 

___________

 

 

I do not like name-calling, but somehow

 

 

telling the enemy off, indirectly, seems right! !thumbsup!

 

 

Reminds me of the old Rich Mullins song:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvSXT0p2OyU

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He'd rather we forsake God's good,

 

 

Leaving us in a tangled mess,

 

 

rather then at the gates of heaven.

 

 

By forgiveness we are redeemed,

 

 

given another chance,

 

 

once again our rags cleansed.

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Our own righteousness might be "as filthy rags". But at least we have clean

 

 

ones now.

 

 

Heaven is going to be one ragamuffin clothing swap for those glorified robes!

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"Rather than at the gates of heaven",

 

 

echos gravity.

 

 

"Rather mind your own business!",

 

 

shouts our souls, happily.

 

 

[oops, I pass the torch with a cumbersome

 

 

phrase for starting again. :cool: Does the

 

 

Golden Rule also apply here, too?

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" Rather mind your own business!",

 

 

than busy bodying around,

 

 

my own is enough for me

 

 

but sometimes I dabble and get it all wrong

 

 

exclamation marks come to mind

 

 

and an out of key song

 

 

but love still does endure

 

 

you will be glad to know

 

 

and I've put us back on track

 

 

so for the next poet it's

 

 

still so easy to go.

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My own is enough for me

 

 

That I desire to give it all away

 

 

Because what I thought was mine

 

 

Belongs to God this day

 

 

This life was only borrowed

 

 

One I didn't deserve

 

 

Because I chose to take the broad road

 

 

From the narrow I did swerve

 

 

Yet God had his eye on the sparrow

 

 

That could be bought for a penny

 

 

Jesus paid the ransom

 

 

For my sins that were many

 

 

By going to the cross

 

 

To show what sin becomes

 

 

And the many who're still lost

 

 

Will be found next time He comes

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Because what I thought was mine

 

 

were mirages of my will,

 

 

I thirsted in my mind,

 

 

seeing desire yield sand and silt.

 

 

Yet, mercy gave me a vision

 

 

of living waters, pure,

 

 

drove me to decision

 

 

to follow Jesus here.

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