Jesus Is NOT Dead!
Poetry - promise of love that never leaves
Photo Credit: by the author
He said Jesus is dead
In a dream
being chauffeured
to where? I do not know
where? the silence stifling
still as the night,
stars glowing…
but the chauffeur, driving
heedless to my faith –
Jesus is dead, he speaks
like a bullhorn
going off in my mind,
grief surrounds me
but the dream comes to life…
“He is ALIVE!”
I say it, my voice amplified
WHO IS THIS MAN?
my mind enters the war
with his spirit – evil words
a dark that won’t heal
a world filled with sorrow
pain and so much horror!
“HE IS ALIVE!”
my voice doesn’t tremble
I am at war, the shield will defend me.
“He is ALIVE!”
“He is ALIVE!”
“HE IS ALIVE!”
And, that is how it ends
I wake up, speaking, announcing
to the dawn…
He lives and so I can smile!
the chauffeur is a liar…
His love invigorates my life
His light flows through the dark,
quieting the fears,
wiping away the tears
He’ll always be here – always
He is ALIVE and I can survive
because He is mine,
this Jesus who will never die.
Oh, how that chauffeur lied!
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Persuaded During the worst storms, when the heart mourns and warns, there comes a hope for more, hope for love that is beyond our knowing, love that is overflowing, love that is soundlessly growing ~~~ by the author The wind sings of silent visions, listening to what is meant for her, the longings of a night’s revisions, kissing away the shadows, the fears. The rain breathes in stillness, gentle, soothing away the pain and regret, blessing the souls who’re sentimental, reminding that He provides for each one. The thunder booms, vibrating the skies, teaching the spirit to believe, even though one falls, soon they arise, knowing the wonder of God’s fortifying. The storm doesn’t cease until time reveals the story of a heart who is fulfilled, the song being sung is a song who surely heals, teaching the spirit that love is God’s will. When the weather leaves it’s note of conviction, the night sings of dark’s infection, there comes One who leaves no contradiction, He is the reason I’m ever grateful… For without His love, I’d be lost – dissuaded from the beautiful hope His light persuaded.
