Tag: NaPoWriMo

Meet Her in Her Brokenness

Meet Her in Her Brokenness

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

They were married for years when he said goodbye.
Walked away from promises he made.
She found herself forsaken, betrayed.
Lord, meet her in her brokenness.
*
Another broken heart in a broken world,
trying to make sense of her suffering.
Life isn’t fair, it doesn’t always make sense.
Lord meet her in her brokenness.
*
She kneels by her bed every night in prayer.
Praying for a child lost in addiction;
drinking and drugging to numb the pain.
Lord meet her in her brokenness.
*
Another broken heart in a broken world,
trying to make sense of her suffering.
Life isn’t fair, it doesn’t always make sense.
Lord meet her in her brokenness.
*
The kids moved out, and the house is too quiet.
She’s left with boxes of her memories.
Trying to figure out where time went.
Lord, meet her in her brokenness.
*
Another broken heart in a broken world,
trying to make sense of her suffering.
Life isn’t fair, it doesn’t always make sense.
Lord meet her in her brokenness.

Jesus is My Victory

JESUS IS MY VICTORY

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

The Lord my God goes with me,
and He fights my enemies.
The Lord my God is for me,
My King declares Victory!

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Jesus is my Victory,
It was finished when He hung on that tree.
Jesus is my Victory!
Satan has no hold on me,
He who the Son sets free is free indeed.
Satan has no hold on me!

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God delights to show mercy,
throws my sins into the sea.
God brings deliverance,
My Father, He rescues me.

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I’m free from captivity,
Jesus broke the chains that were holding me,
I’m free from captivity!
God’s Spirit lives inside me,
the Spirit of the Lord brings liberty,
God’s Spirit lives inside me!

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Who is a God like you?
Who pardons sins freely?
Who is a God like you?
Who pardons sins freely?
from facebook.com

When You Love a Prodigal Son

When You Love A Prodigal Son

© 2013 D Rasmussen (another poem from a long ago, far away place)

I walk in the valley of shadows.
Hold onto a wing and a prayer.
My heart and my life is coming undone,
Because I love a Prodigal Son.
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There are mountains of empty bottles,
and big piles of broken promises.
Another lie to cover things up;
Anything for just one more drink.
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Break down the walls of my denial.
Shine light in the darkness of my soul.
Jesus, give me the faith to believe
that someday and somehow things will change.

One Thing Remains

One Thing Remains

© 2013 D Rasmussen

In crisis I find out what I think.
I can look death in the eye and wink.
*
Knowing I have been through Hell on Earth.
I refuse to give in or give up.
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Choose to believe this isn’t the end,
Just the start of a new beginning.
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Faith is born in the fire of distress.
Hope rises in the storm of despair.
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Though the world around me may have changed,
One thing they can’t ever take away;
God’s abundant love for me remains.

(Click on title above for a song ;))

Created To Be Loved

Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from)

My Escape – the Word of God.

It allows me to leave this world and it’s troubles behind, and soar in the Spirit to new places. I escape from the cares of this life, the worries, the past, the pain, etc.

This world cannot hold me, I do not belong here, just a pilgrim passing through.  Come, let us leave this place and travel in the Spirit to our God.  Let us look upon His face, and behold His glory, and be changed.

Created to be Loved

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

The Creator of the universe
is the creator of my life.
He paints His grace and mercy
on the canvas of my face.

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He molds me and He makes me,
into the masterpiece you see.
I am created with the love of God,
His breath’s inside of me.

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I am created to be loved,
endowed with power from up above.
He is a marvelous display,
I’m captured by His grace.

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He’s the Lord of all Creation,
and I look upon His face.
I rest in His forgiveness,
because I am created to be loved.

 

MORE HELPFUL POSTS:

http://inkpastries.wordpress.com/2013/04/05/the-aisle-poem/

http://francisphilip.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/jesus-heals-his-bride-the-church/

 

 

 

 

Resurrect My Broken Life

Resurrect My Broken Life

© 2013 D Rasmussen

from ficklefeline.ca
There’s a road through the ocean,
And water comes from a rock.
Victory is in a shout.
You can remove all my doubts.
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Crucify my stubbornness,
Roll away my stone of fear.
You collect all of my tears,
Resurrect my broken life.
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Angel food falls from the sky,
Even darkness turns to light.
All dead, dry bones come alive.
And Your death brings me life.
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Supernatural, is natural.
Impossible, is possible.
from abstract.desktopnexus.com

 

Looking for Life

Looking for Life

© 2013 D Rasmussen

She walks around the old cemetery,
looking for life under all of the stones.
Many secrets hiding in dark places,
voices calling, the demons are faceless.
*
The more she walks in, the deeper it gets.
Depression clouds want to bury her yet.
The stones promise life, love, money, and health
as she is deceived chasing after things.
*
She stands by a pit, tiptoes on the edge.
Will you come to help? Or will she fall in?
“Does it matter?” chant all the betrayers,
liars, deceivers, impostors, cheaters.
*
She just wants to live, to love and to be.
Then she stumbles in the shadow graveyard,
repeating to herself what the stones said.
She hears a calm voice from above, He said,

“Why do you look for the living, among the dead?”

(click on last line for a song)

from http://www.pxleyes.com

A Homeless Man

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April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)

A HOMELESS MAN

© 2013 D Rasmussen
Standing on the corner, holding a cardboard sign,
Can you spare a dollar? It is cold out tonight.
You see for a moment and then you look away,
Do I really matter? You go on your way.
I’m clinging to my backpack, it’s all that I have.
I lost my hope awhile ago, now I’m just sad.
You saw me today, I like to walk by your house.
You look right through me here, like I am a ghost.
I ride the city bus, all day for just a buck.
I can look out the window, I’m down on my luck.
There is a seat next to me, but you turn your head.
Suddenly you decide you want to stand instead.
I find food at the shelter and sometimes a bed,
or if not, I see a big bridge just up ahead.
To you I don’t matter, I have nothing to give,
You really think this is how I want to live?
To you I’m a homeless man who you never knew.
What if I’m a diamond dressed in poverty?
Maybe I’m a great pearl hiding in this disguise.
What if I’m a treasure waiting to be renewed?
Why won’t you look at me, are you just afraid?
I might be a reflection of your own poverty.