Today... 'God my Maker
I was intricately woven upon His heavenly loom
As He carefully knit me together in my mothers womb
In that most secret of places when my conception took place
Ready at the time of my birth to enter the human race
Before the first moment of my earthly existence began
God had written in His book my inmost being and life plan
Each syllable penned and words in calligraphy composed
There sentences were handwritten and the paragraphs disclosed,
From the first chapter of my birth to the last one of my death
Each had been thoughtfully written before I'd taken a breath
I praise God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made
The handiwork of My Great Creator is in me displayed
Living letters turned into syllables and then became words.
These words began to form phrases and the sentences emerged.
Chapters made out of many paragraphs were arranged with care
each carefully written by the in the book of my life there.
For my life is now that book to be read by everyone
because it speaks of His Grace and the wonders Jesus has done.
For in His mercy before the world was made and time began
He had included Roy Allen in His great Salvation plan.
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Another Book Written By The Heavenly Author
I was intricately woven upon Your heavenly loom
as You carefully knit me together in my mothers womb.
In that most secret of places when my conception took place
You prepared me for my birth and entry into the human race.
Before the first moment of my earthly existence began
You had written in Your book my inmost being and life plan.
Each syllable penned with words in calligraphy composed.
There as each sentence was handwritten the paragraphs flowed.
From the first chapter of my birth to the last one of my death
each had been lovingly written before I'd taken a breath.
I praise You that I am fearfully and wonderfully made
the handiwork of my Great Creator is in me displayed.
My life is like a book that can be read by everyone
because it tells of Your Grace and the wonders Jesus has done.
For in Your mercy before the world was made and time began
You had included this poor child in Your great Salvation plan.
Woven on a heavenly loom
Woven together on a heavenly loom
I was formed by God whilst in my mother's womb.
Then the days of my life in His book were penned
from before I was born right up to the end.
Each chapter was scribed by a God of grace
Paragraphs written before life took place.
Ev'ry moment before they had past
God wrote them from the first day ‘til last.
Today... 'Beginning Of The Creation Of God
In the beginning was the Word.
Before the dawn of time He stood.
Spoke creations word 'Let there be'
beginning this worlds destiny.
Light shot forth in splendid array
and commenced creations first day.
Galaxies sprang into being.
Pristine life at its beginning.
Earthly time Jesus first began
according to His wondrous plan.
Out of the dust making a man
and in His likeness formed Adam.
But mankind sinned and fell from grace.
Sin had entered the human race.
So God came to earth as a man
in Bethlehem where Jesus began.
Man and God, this great mystery
knit together so wonderfully.
By the Spirit in Virgin womb
God, in time a man had become.
This Babe now in Bethlehem born
has heralded a great new dawn.
Jesus, a man had come to earth.
Man enters heaven by new birth.
The new creation has begun.
The firstborn was God's only Son.
Many sons and daughters raising
join together in God praising.
By the Faithful and True Witness
all forgiven as they confess
to the Amen of salvation.
Beginning the New Creation.
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Today... 'The Author and Finisher of our faith
Before the seconds of time had begun.
At the great council of the Triune One.
A plan was devised for the salvation of man
and was agreed upon before all life began.
Such an awesome and incredible plan
to condense Yourself and become a man.
The Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
took on all our mortality to pay sins price.
Then that awful day came in Your great plan
when the Author of Life was taken by man
and made to climb the steep hill to Calvary's tree.
There You lay down Your life for sin and set us free.
'It is finished' was your victory cry
as You gave Your life in a final sigh.
Finished completely was that work of grace.
Salvation made possible for the human race.
Completing the work that You came to do
all Your followers made perfect in You.
Each having a righteousness not of their own
but from the One seated on the heavenly throne.
Fixing our eyes upon the Risen Lord
Who for the joy before Him the cross endured.
Made perfect through suffering sin and its shame
and been given the Name above every name.
All Creation joins in the victory song
united in one great heavenly throng.
To the Author and Finisher of Faith we sing
gathered in heaven before our glorious King.
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The Author Of My Life
My God has penned the pages that told of my first breath
and has carefully written the paragraph depicting my death.
Then by grace the myriads of paragraphs between
are the pages which record my life on this earthly scene
For the God and author of all human history
has chosen to weave my name into its' tapestry.
Carefully mapping out my life well before my birth
and then He chose to walk with me each day on earth.
Based on Psalm 139: 13-16
Today... 'Architect and Builder
Ere time elapsed or creation began
You drew up Your wondrous salvation plan.
A mighty universe was to be made
through which Your glory would be displayed
Builder of all things both seen and unseen
of every earthly and heavenly scene.
Angelic hosts their great praises render
as creation appeared in all its splendour.
Its great Architect and Builder was God
and the streets of His creation He trod.
Climbing the steep path to Calvary's hill
His great Plan of Salvation to fulfil.
To build again the New Jerusalem
and fill its streets with children of Abraham
To build the Church each stone a living soul
each one born again and in Christ made whole
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An Awesome Creation
He knows all there is to know, about who you are and how you’ll grow,
The Creator God of all Eternity, Who, individually created you and me,
Creating every soul individually, with distinct character and personality,
Knitting each in the mother’s womb, with God’s Hands being the loom.
Not hidden from God as an embryo, and all my future He would know,
With all my ways ordained by God, for my life lived on the earthly sod,
And in a book are written all my days, tailored made, for God’s Praise,
When my life, I live in harmony, with others in God’s Plan for humanity.
I’m an awesome work of The Creator, made in the image of my Savior,
I’m fearfully and wonderfully made, and of my God I mustn’t be afraid,
For precious are His thoughts of me, for a Godly hope and prosperity,
With a purpose to be used by Him, for eternal reason not earthly whim.
Created both carefully and skillfully, for service with our Lord eternally,
In ways we fully don’t understand, as we’re being lead by God’s Hand,
For God has a work prepared for us, when in Christ we place our trust,
To be a part of the Body of Christ, when our lives we humbly sacrifice.
All knowledge to wonderful to attain, apart from the life in Christ I gain,
The thought, God has ordained for me, a life that spans all of Eternity,
Truly begs my weary heart to submit, unto the One who knowingly knit,
My earthly body and soul together, so that I may live with God forever.
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Today... 'The Alpha and Omega
The Alpha and Omega is Your great name.
The Beginning and the End, forever the same.
There before the dawning of life upon the earth.
At the end You will also be, at creations new birth.
Written in this book of Revelation for all to see
is a message to the churches telling of what will be.
The Water of life is given that will surely satisfy
for all who thirst and come will never be passed by.
We hear these words from the First and the Last
as time concludes and history fades into the past.
'It is done, behold all things are now made new, '
as the new heaven and earth burst into view.
At the commencement of that great Eternal Day
when the ages of earth have ended and passed away.
Then the One who is the Beginning and the End
will be this poor persons Saviour and Eternal Friend.
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Today... 'Author of eternal salvation
The last eternal chapter has been written
telling of how The Lamb of God was smitten.
This great story of salvation I will tell
of the Saviour who has saved my soul from hell.
My song will echo throughout eternity
and I'll sing Your praise in the heavenly city.
Life everlasting to all those who obey
eternal salvation as we walk God's way.
Prayers and petitions are offered on high
by the Only Son who came to earth to die.
The Author of Eternal Salvation came
for it was to bear our sin and all its shame.
For the Author of Life died upon the cross
suffering such agonising shame and loss.
Then rising from the dead He ascended high
into the heavens and nevermore will die.
And my name in love He has recorded there
In the Book of Life kept safe in heavens care.
With His crimson blood each letter He has penned
Waiting for the day when the book is opened.
All of the redeemed gathered in safety there
‘n the glory together each will declare
they were saved from Gods great condemnation
By the Author of Eternal Salvation.
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Book Of Life
Is my name written there on those pages bright and fair
Is my name written in the book of life
If you want to be up there then down here you must prepare
And your name must be in the book of life
Get down on your knees and pray you from sin must turn away
Or your name won't be in the book of life
If you'll turn to Jesus now at his feet just humbly bow
Then your name will be in the book of life
Don't you know that Christ was sent that from sin you could repent
So your name could be in the book of life
You will have a great surprise if you fell to recognize
That your name must be in the book of life
Get down on your knees and pray you from sin must turn away
Or your name won't be in the book of life
Don't delay and don't forget that from sin you could repent
Then your name will be in the book of life
Is my name written in the book of life
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Conjugating
I conjugate the verb to be:
miracle sentences;
non-existent one moment
then coming into Being
utterly unique the next;
perhaps never before
uttered
in all of existence
before this
moment,
on this page
at this time
from this mind.
Miracle this,
shared by all of us.
I conjugate the verb Coming into Being
from Potentialities of Being
trolling for words not yet extent
having some portion of Being
but not yet born
on Poet Pages.
I conjugate the verb Now Being Born
words coupling in sentences
flowing down
forming paragraphs
couplets, rhymes,
emotional hieroglyphics,
history,
Ideas
and glifs,
and then they
are on to Being Past.
In single verbs
we lash together
all Being;
that which is Now Born on pages,
that which was written yesterday
and those word-stories
we borrow
from future sentences
yet to be born
which live only in our dreams.
We conjure all this
from that Beautiful Nothingness
where Creativity lives
where unexpectedly
these Beings
come as daytime
and night-time sprites
into life
shine as diamond-faceted
moon-beams
changing who we are
as they transit.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Today... 'The Child Jesus
Led by the Spirit His parents had brought
The Child Jesus into the Temple court
The Temples' to the temple had come
To keep the law and the required custom
The glory of the Lord was there that day
In that building composed of earthly clay
Greater glory than in Solomon's reign
God into His temple had come again
Few expected Him to come in this way
‘Twas not at the request of men that pray
But to fulfil the law and pay the price
A pair of turtle doves as sacrifice
Simeon and Hannah were present there
And in prophecy began to declare
That Child in their arms was the Holy one
Born of God, His only Belovéd Son
As this great moment began to unfold
The world passed by too busy to behold
For this Child Jesus was to change the way
In which man has to come to God today
The veil of the temple was torn in two
It's now possible for man to pass through
That Child in the temple became a man
And died on the cross to fulfil God's plan
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there is a mountain of words
an ocean of words
a continent of words
there is a rain of words
a flood of words
a river of words and true to their being words
they also disintegrate as syllables
on the other hand some form the clauses
conditions and terms
some make sentences and paragraphs
a world of words full of words
i am not a word and i am buried in a mountain of words
a sea of words i drown
a continent of words i am condemned to walk all the days of my life
too may words my ears do not listen anymore.
my eyes do not like to read anymore.
i like something not having to do with words.
what about a touch? what about a picture?
what about a kiss?
why don't people just make love without saying a word?
let us start touching the hearts of people
to avoid this war of words that lead us to our own perdition.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Today... 'The Forerunner
Long before the first aeons of time began
the triune God agreed Salvations great plan.
'Who is it that will go to provide the way? '
'Here I am, send me', the angels heard You say.
Then into this scene you came by virgin birth
to begin the days of Your life here on earth.
Satan wanted You to take another way
But on Calvary's path You wanted to stay
There 'Father forgive them' in anguish You cried
as You bowed Your head in sacrifice and died.
Then through deaths dark sepulchre You descended
until Your sacrificial work has ended.
Three days and nights in death You were to remain
and then You burst through its gates alive again.
For then You began Your glorious ascent
as up into heaven in the clouds You went.
The heavens resounded with tremendous praise
as You approached to the Ancient of Days.
There You were given an eternal kingdom
of people from every tribe and tongue.
Through the Holiest of Places You have gone
to prepare the way for us to follow on.
Secure in You we know that heaven 's our goal.
Having such a hope as this anchors the soul.
The gateway to heaven has been opened wide
and we can now follow our Forerunner inside.
The great Herald of the heavenly kingdom
The long promised One prophesied to come.
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Thw~E Hidden
It always comes back to the same thing, something
I should remember, But am unwilling to do so; and
it may not be important, just a passing thought
fluctuating through my day, something I read or said:
I must remember this. The "this" Is quickly forgotten
but leaves behind restlessness, dissatisfaction;
pointing to a place I have not had the courage to go.
It will come to me sooner or later, perhaps it hides in
The sentences I have just written, like a cannot see it
words. Carefully read what I have written to see if
the essential is included.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Today... 'The Creator
Each sub atomic particle
sprang into being at your call.
You formed the greatest galaxy
when You spoke the words 'Let there be'
All things You have created Lord
by Your powerful spoken word.
In You all things are kept in harmony
Without You Lord, nothing would be.
Creator of the universe
Your creation is so diverse
Things immeasurable to man
are measured by You in a span
In this scale of diversity
such smallness and immensity.
Somewhere in between them fits man
who is central in Your great plan.
When You created man Oh Lord
it was not by Your spoken word.
Instead You knelt upon the ground
gathered the dust into a mound.
Atoms knitted together there
forming man with such tender care.
There as the lips of God met his
life then entered him with a kiss.
Fearfully and wonderfully
man was made for heaven to see.
There in the garden with You walked
man in fellowship with God talked.
But sin entered creation Lord
as Adam disobeyed Your Word.
The wages of sin was declared
how could Adam ever be spared?
But God already had a plan
that would forgive the sins of man
On a cross His Son was to bare
The wrath of God as He hung there.
Through sacrifice the price He paid
the wages of sin on Him laid.
'Father Forgive them' was His Cry
as there He bowed His head to die.
A new creation has begun
of which Christ is the firstborn Son.
Man is reborn through sacrifice
when he puts his trust in Jesus Christ.
Born again by God's Spirit
eternal life to inherit.
Transformed into new life in You
new creation begins anew.
'It is done', Jesus will then say
for the old things have passed away
and the new heaven shall appear.
There's no more death or mourning here.
There we shall be with Jesus there
free from all sorrow and despair.
All of our tears God will erase
and heaven will be filled with praise.
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The Book Of My Life
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are number
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Today... 'The Door
Where do we mortals find that narrow heavenly Door?
Through which millions of sinners have entered before?
It is found at the cross where Jesus was crucified
There for You paid for our sins, laid down Your life and died
With Your arms outstretched so wide and saying, 'Come to me'
For we find forgiveness by Your death at Calvary
And we see the Door before us swinging open wide
Allowing us to pass through the veil to heavens side
At the cross the veil in the temple was rent in two
We can still hear You calling sinners to come to You
For the door into heaven has been flung open wide
'Come to me you weary, ' we hear as we go inside
Calvary's cross is the Door through which man can go through
And there is no other way only this door will do
For You are the Way by which we must enter heaven
It is at the cross we must come to be forgiven
Then as we look behind us on the lintel we see
'Chosen before the foundation of the world in Me'
Though millions have come yet there is still room for more
God by His Grace has allowed us to enter the Door
So come to that Door for it is opened wide for you
And taste the glories of heaven as you enter through
The cry goes out 'whosoever will may enter in'
It is at the Cross where your journey has to begin
All who enter the door shall be safely kept inside
There forever with the Lord Jesus they all shall abide
Each one was chosen by God before the world began
Included by His grace as part of salvations plan
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Today... 'The Christ of God
Who do you say I am? , You enquired.
Then Peter replied with words so inspired
'The Christ of God and the Promised One
The Messiah and God's Only Son.'
These words not revealed by flesh and blood.
But by the Holy Spirit of God.
For there to Peter had been revealed
this great secrets from the world concealed.
For when in Christ we come to believe
then forgiveness for sin we receive
In Christ all the fullness of God dwells.
A secret that the Holy Spirit tells.
Jesus is the One the prophets foretold.
The Anointed One promised of old
Who came to fulfil all prophecy
and lay down His life for you and me.
I have come to know Him as my Lord.
This Jesus Who is the Christ of God
has become the Saviour of my soul
and by His death I have been made whole
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Each sub atomic particle
Each sub atomic particle
sprang into being at Your call
When You spoke the words 'Let there be.'
and formed the greatest galaxy.
All things have been created Lord
by Your powerful spoken word.
In You all things are kept in harmony
without You nothing would ever be.
Creator of the universe
a handiwork that is so diverse.
Things immeasurable to man
are measured by You in a span.
In this scale of diversity
such smallness and immensity
somewhere in between them fits man
and he is central to Your plan
When You created man O Lord
it was not by Your spoken word.
Instead You knelt upon the ground
and gathered the dust into a mound.
Atoms knitted together there
forming man with such tender care.
and then as Your tender lips met his
life entered man with a kiss.
Fearfully and wonderfully
he was made for heaven to see.
Man in fellowship with God talked
and in the garden with You walked.
But sin entered creation Lord
as Adam disobeyed Your Word.
How could Adam ever be spared?
Death for sin had been declared!
But God already had a plan
that would forgive the sins of man.
For He would come into the earth
born as a Babe by virgin birth.
A new creation was to take place
for the Saviour of the human race
took on human flesh and guise
and offered himself in sacrifice