Hello there! Welcome to my poetry blog, Poetry Considered. I do admit, I'm not a professional poet by any means, but I do enjoy it quite a bit. I do not promise to have a new and profound poem on here every day, but I do hope to update relatively often. But hey, you can't rush poetry! :)
Though I'm not professional (as I confessed earlier), I do hope that God uses my circumstances, thoughts, and poems to inspire you to live for Him and appreciate the beauty around you.
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- Sarah Elizabeth
- Well, my goal in life is to love Jesus and love people as much as I can while learning to love the beauty around me...
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Behold the mercy of our King,
Who takes from death its bitter sting,
And by his blood, and often ours,
Brings triumph out of hostile pow'rs,
And paints, with crimson, earth and soul,
Until the bloody work is whole,
What we have lost God will restore-
That, and Himself, forevermore,
When he is finished with his art:
The quiet worship of our heart.
When God creates a humble hush,
And makes Leviathan his brush,
It won't be long before the rod
Becomes the tender kiss of God.
Who takes from death its bitter sting,
And by his blood, and often ours,
Brings triumph out of hostile pow'rs,
And paints, with crimson, earth and soul,
Until the bloody work is whole,
What we have lost God will restore-
That, and Himself, forevermore,
When he is finished with his art:
The quiet worship of our heart.
When God creates a humble hush,
And makes Leviathan his brush,
It won't be long before the rod
Becomes the tender kiss of God.
And now come, broken, to the cross,
Where Christ embraced all human loss,
And let us bow before the throne
Of God who gives and takes his own,
And promises - whatever toll
He takes - to satisfy our soul.
Come, learn the lesson of the rod:
The treasure that we have in God.
He is not poor,nor much enticed
Who looses everything but Christ.
Where Christ embraced all human loss,
And let us bow before the throne
Of God who gives and takes his own,
And promises - whatever toll
He takes - to satisfy our soul.
Come, learn the lesson of the rod:
The treasure that we have in God.
He is not poor,nor much enticed
Who looses everything but Christ.
Sometimes the spark of faith is slight,
And does not make the darkness bright.
But keep it lit and you will find:
Far better this than being blind.
One little flame when all is night,
Proves there is such a thing as Light.
Remember now the place and price
Where Jesus promised paradise.
One answered prayer when all is gone,
Will give you hope to wait for dawn.
And does not make the darkness bright.
But keep it lit and you will find:
Far better this than being blind.
One little flame when all is night,
Proves there is such a thing as Light.
Remember now the place and price
Where Jesus promised paradise.
One answered prayer when all is gone,
Will give you hope to wait for dawn.
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