Poetry allows the release of my innermost feelings. Let me explain by painting a picture in your mind with words!
This Holy Gift is Forever
I’m sitting here thinking of times past
Where I am today, does it determine where the time has lapsed?
People surround me with laughter that even the bluebirds dance in flight
Dance to the melody of happiness and with all their pure delight
But, in my heart, my peace is lost to me from ways that I know not
I’ve always been a happy lady with so much love deep inside, and now I find myself alone with a solemness of living life
People celebrate, family, get to gather in tinsel towns and the gala of lights in the streets
Celebrating the pagan traditions of men with such full delights and plenty of treats
Eggnog and the red man who knows all; there he dares to disguise’ his way
I know he’s not real and yet no one sees his lies or how he grins underneath the gray and if they see it, they don't care!
I feel the sadness of the ways life has tuned to become knowledgeable
Of natures of men and the ordinances of God and His glory prevails, and no one seems to adhere to his thoughts or bow to His throne
Materials, gifts of this, gifts of that but where does the gift mean when the debt is off the charts with no paper to be seen
I know people’s heart places, heading in the right direction as they hustle to get the best their money can buy
When all the while, THE GIFT was paid thousands of years ago as so many people walk by this truth yet so many don't know it
They sweep it under the carpet to create what they do to make materialism legit and then what?
No passing judgment for that isn’t my test, I just know the reasons what the world's meaning is and to forget that God created all men
He sent his Son to show us the way back to the Father
No gift bought here no busy rush to know what we can do if we but run a little further down the road
What do you think that we would find? The gift was given, and this gift is for eternal life and Jesus will lead us to His Father
I revere this Holy Gift and our finite minds can’t seem to grasp the depths of this sacrifice
Grace, mercy, and truth are plenty if we just allow the Light to find us
And for us to find that Light it will show us the way to the Father, and to an eternal life
Unwrap this gift that awaits you upon your knees, it is Jesus who gives all eternal life if we but
Come to him and ask him in
"Let me paint you a picture - a picture with words"
Thank you, Lord, for the gift of writing poetry!
— Donna Rayne
© 2019 Donna Rayne