Gathering poems, and sharing one of my very favorites. Written about five years ago, straight outta journaling. Morning journaling times are the best, yes? OK, may this one bless your socks off…NO, make it your feet. May these words bless your feet off! This one has a definite beat! Enjoy!
All of my Big is God
I live in a small state…the smallest.
Am small myself, not the tallest.
In a small home I do dwell
still, within my soul, all is well.
Smaller still is my plan
to remain a child as long as I can.
Although not childish, understand-
following my King’s holy commands;
Walking with the risen Son,
who offers freedom,
Though some may reject His offer true,
those who receive Him are made new.
Becoming less, small and free,
entering into eternity.
Seeing a kingdom hidden from
those surrendered to the unholy one.
Believing the lie that
being big, big, BIGGER still
is the drug of choice- one’s own will.
Rejoicing in self-centeredness
rejecting God’s Righteousness,
calling evil good-they do,
and good to them is just not true-
speaking in circles, spinning round
attacking Him with thorny crown…
Still this Savior pleads, pursues
sending prophets to share His news
of endless love He secured
so of sin, we could be cured,
put in place before the fall-
something mighty big
from something small.