How about a poem?
Bring them in, Build them up, Send them out
Bring them in, the hurting, the lost,
those who need healing
Give them a place where they can be
transformed by the saving grace
of Jesus Christ,
where they can be at long last free
from the sin that ruled their life,
free from the chains that kept
Build them up, those who have been
justified by grace through faith
in Jesus Christ
and see how disciples grow.
Send them out, those who are being
sanctified daily, perfected in the love
so that they can show that same love
to all they encounter along
Bring them in, build them up, send them out
in the name of Jesus, through the power of
the Holy Spirit,
and according to God’s command.
© Carol J. Grace 2008
February 2, 1975
Groundhog Day means different things to different people
For me, it was the day she became lost to me,
if not forever, at least for a long time to come.
She was the same age then that I am now–
Thirty-five years and her features are now mine,
her consciousness still living deep within my soul,
I carry her with me wherever I go–
I see her face clearly, her blue eyes bright
and peering into my thoughts, but her voice
gone for now, can’t recall the sound–
Thirty-five years and counting, who knew
this much time would elapse, who knew I could
miss her this much?
© Carol J. Grace 2005
crouching down, grasping ground
land shakes and spirit quakes
can’t stand, lend a hand
footsteps steady, are you ready?
rocks falling all around
can’t you hear judgment’s sound?
Thunder drumming, Messiah’s coming
pack your bags we’re heaven bound.
©2009 Carol J. Grace All Rights Reserved
Thorny words that pricked my pride,
left me bleeding resentment
and wanting to blame,
I slung fiery arrows
left nothing inside.
I did not even take aim
just pulled the trigger
and let my words scatter.
The avalanche that resulted
killed and maimed
not just those who had hurt me
but the innocent were shattered.
How could I be so thoughtless,
so what if I was insulted?
We need to learn once and for all
we need to finally answer the call
to stop being heartless
to put others first
then Kingdom living will finally take hold
and Kingdom understanding
will rule over all.
©2009 Carol J Grace
Heart attitude, soul gratitude for
what I have, what I am able to do
for others, expecting, wanting
nothing in return, don’t rob me
of my blessing, let me help you,
let me do for you what you
can not do for yourself.
The example has been set, all
we must do is follow.
Heart attitude, soul gratitude
live the beatitudes.
©2008 Carol J. Grace
The Power Behind the Word
Words can be billowy gauze
wrapping the listener in softness
They can be as familiar as the
old blanket covering you
on a cold winter’s night,
or as foreign as someone
babbling in unknown tongues.
But words can also be arrows
dipped in poison, wounding without
discrimination, fatal in their attraction.
Words can be fulfilling, but they can
also cause anger and hurt to come
spilling out of your heart and onto the
person closest to you.
Hearing the spoken word (if you
have hearing) is not optional, but
Heeding the spoken word renders
you some choice—will you or will
you not be obedient to its call, give
credence to its message?
I choose to accept those words
that give life, and reject wholeheartedly
those words that would rob me of life,
liberty and the pursuit of all things
happy. For I know, I truly understand,
the power behind the word.
© 2008 Carol J. Grace
Two hundred feet ahead
Ribbon of road stretches
toward tomorrow, night
looms larger, vision
impaired, but car
before me, and
I can see clearly
two hundred feet ahead.
Ribbon of life stretches
toward the unknown,
the dark shadows,
for He can see clearly
the pitfalls ahead.
If I can depend on car
lights to transport me
over potholes and around
the next bend, how much more
can I depend on my Savior,
whose vision is limitless
whose love never ends.
God is always with me
of that I am sure,
the need to know
the need to see,
petty now, faith’s
headlights shine the way
before me, and I am
two hundred feet closer now.
©2009 Carol J Grace All Rights Reserved
A Glimpse into Heaven
Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
When we at last reach the end
of this temporal existence,
and the beginning of a new
reality somewhere in the distance,
the lines between the two
are sometimes blurred.
He had lain there for days,
unable to say good-bye,
unaware of family, friends,
until abruptly he had eyes
that could see and ears
that could hear
and with a voice strong and clear
sang out, “oh what a foretaste
of glory divine.” At a time
when life flowed from him
in dribs and drabs, he was given
a gift, a blessed assurance
of that life to come. And his family,
faithful and loving, shared
in that gift, receiving the tangible
evidence of things not yet seen
through the eyes and ears of one
given a glimpse of heaven.
© Carol J. Grace, All Rights Reserved
For Such a Time as This
Events orchestrated, coincidences
occur, that leave us
scratching our heads in wonder,
reeling from the thunder
of what could have been, what should
have been another ill defeat,
yet God was in the details
and the victory was sweet
because He raised up another
warrior, for such a time as this,
and again we saw His saving
grace and felt His tender kiss.
God is raising up warriors
all across the land,
mighty in His strength
but how can they withstand
the march of satan’s army,
growing day by day,
and the hopelessness and futility
that seem to darken our way.
Even many churches
have floundered and gone to sleep
while God’s children are beaten and bruised
and thrown upon the heap.
God is raising up warriors
for such a time as this,
when we must rely upon the One
with the nail holes in His wrist.
Can you hear Jesus calling
your name out loud and clear,
can you step out from the shadows
and throw off the cloak of fear.
Many will be chosen
but only some will heed the call
to follow the Master where he leads,
to willingly give their all.
Perhaps you have been chosen,
for such a time as this.
2009 Carol J. Grace All Rights Reserved
I trust you would not have reservations if I placed a part of this on my univeristy blog?
I would be glad for you to post on your blog as long as you credit my work–Carol J. Grace. God bless you. Carol
The site is thoughtful and but poems are are so inspiring. Thanks you for your inspiration.
Thank you so much for visiting my site. May God bless you and keep you.
You would please allow me to have your poem “Bring them In, Build them Up, Send them Out” read at our Pentecostal Prayer Breakfast. I would give acknowledgment and credit to you, the author as well. Thank you in advance, God Bless
Certainly, I am happy for you to use my poem.
Blessings, Carol Grace