It will erase the phrase it writes,

that’s written on a page -

at other times it writes more words…

it’s difficult to gage.

There is a war that’s going on,

that’s not on land or sea.

A thousand times my pencil flips,

the two just can’t agree.

The selfish lead, the soft eraser -

the two can’t get along.

They both appear so far apart.

Each thinks the other wrong.

Their battles seem to linger on -

Confusion wills to grow.

This poem is of truth and love.

Conclusions, can we know?

Am I just like my pencil,

that I take off the shelf -

fumbling between my fingers,

at war within myself?

Am I just like my pencil,

in incoherent bind?

Does warring begin or finish,

within my mixed-up mind?

Seek I, the left, or to my right -

or back, or simply stop?

My mind runs in full circles as

the pencil fights nonstop.

The truth still lives – the answer, one,

to settle this whole score -

until then I, a traitor am,

inside my pencil war.

The truthful words, I’ll never find,

or my complete reward -

unless I search the Holy Word

and listen to my Lord.

I compromise my writing,

and it is always blurred -

if I can’t lay my pencil down

to comprehend God’s Word.

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Hear the raindrops falling down?

Watch and listen, hear the sound?

-That pitter, patter all around?

However, should the moisture freeze,

Before it falls into the breeze;

And blows around your little feet,

You’ll never know which ones will meet.

Stand real still and do not meddle,

Can you hear the snowflakes settle?

No you can’t – and why’s it so?
Where does the sound of a snowflake go?

They gather here, they gather there,
Each one different – no matching pair.

They settle in – as a marching band,

Yet quietly, contour the land.

We’re all like snowflakes, each our own,

Some are small – some overgrown.

Under a heavy blanket of snow,

You’ll find me there – somewhere below….

I’m but just one of many more.

I’m helping hold – the upper floor.

Let others bask out in the sun,

Get tossed around in wind with fun.

For I may not be king or queen,

Always heard – and always seen.

It’s all okay…. I am content,

The rest can fight and circumvent.

But if you know, just what you’ll be,

It matters not to an angry sea;

Go if you want and make some noise,

But remember this, you girls and boys:

Some climb the biggest, highest tree,

And yell out orders breathlessly;

But in the end, it’s not to be.

It’s all a waste futility!

It’s not the din we make at birth,

That gives us special rights on earth;

It’s not about the clothes we wear,

Or the gossip we might share.

It’s not about the ground we tilled,

Nor all about the wealth we build;

It’s really what you leave behind,

And whether you were fair and kind.

Eventually, the warm wind breaks,

And melts the coldest, biggest flakes;

They travel ditches – travel streams,

Travel creeks – with no more dreams.

Most will melt – in torrents roar,

And while they melt, they’re wanting more;

It’s really all, just up to you,

Who you’ll be, and what you’ll do.

But don’t take Satan’s awful blow,

When life is over and the rapids flow;

Screaming in anxious, helpless woe, because -

That’s where the sounds of a snowflake go.

Did we exist? Will history show?

Who we were – or where we’d go?

It matters not, to me, you see,

For I have God – eternity.

Content and peaceful you will be,

-If you’re a snowflake just like me.

Before I see that pearly gate,

It’s me, who’ll quietly evaporate.

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James 4:14 (NASB)

14Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.

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Temptation

In the wilderness,Christ was tempted

Those forty days, He prayed and fasted;

Getting ready to start ministry,

He was ambushed by the enemy.

The Son of God yet Son of man

Faced the assaults of satan

Tempted by satan in many ways

Hear what the enemy said:

“You’re hungry and need to be fed

So turn these stones to bread;

If you are the Son of God, then

Selfishly display your power to men.”

“Acknowledge me and bow down,

And i’ll give you earth’s most beautiful towns,”

Tempting Christ to lust and pride

But victoriously Christ did stride.

Since God’s Son was not exempted

We,as God’s children,will also be tempted

By God’s Word, Christ overcame

And we can do just the same.

Temptation can come any day

So we must watch and pray

And he can use man or woman

To carry out his deadly plan.

But when he comes as he would

We must stand strong as we should

Putting on the whole armor of God,

Put satan to flight by God’s Word!

Put on the whole armour of God,that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.Ephesians 6 vs 11(KJV)

Benjamin Anabaraonye is a Christian poet and Church historian.

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I would not live the life I live
without You by my side.
As everything You do for me
has taken me sky- high!
Bring Venus in with Cupid’s Bow,
Your loving heart I’ve come to know,
so let’s begin by celebrating
You, this Christmas Tide!

Happy Birthday, Jesus,
as You taught me to forgive.
Remembering how small I am,
You’ve shown me how to live.
This humble heart has much to say,
can’t wait until another day.
So let’s begin by welcoming
Your life, with so much pride!

Happy Birthday, Jesus,
I ask of You, nothing more.
My needs were met the day
You found me knocking on Your door.
The flood of joy was plain to see,
the Peace of Christ was given me,
whatever next may come to be,
in Your love, I abide.

The steeple nudges above tree tops

their foliage moved aside as God’s finger

points the way to Truths
Love and Forgiveness
lights sparkle like diamonds
from lamp poles
sprinkled below the hill
their destiny
to highlight children
adults and other members
of families
asleep within the castles
of their inheritance.

The sky is filled
with radiant colours
stretching as redeeming fire
and Peace captures
the silence of God’s voice.

2009 Richard L. Provencher

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“May there be peace within.

May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others.

May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content with yourself just the way you are.

Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise, and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.”

There is something I need to say to you
And I say it with all my heart
Even though you didn’t ask
I feel it plays a part..

I know from experience
How these words can set one free
Because I’ve had these three little words
Given as a gift to me..

So I hand them off to you
With my very open hand
The words “I forgive you”
Are given without demand..

Sisters somehow scrap and fight
Over the strangest little thing
All of that is over and gone
When the words of forgiveness ring.

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About Self

Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news

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Listening early I come to thee,

Hoping to hear you speak to me,

I read you word as I try to wait,

Then stop for a moment to meditate.

It seems hard at time to understand,

For you do not speak out like a man,

Rather in a vibrant whispering voice

You reveal your will, your choice.

In early evening I will come again,

To my Rock, my God, my Friend,

For whether it’s early or it’s late

You are my portion, fill my plate.

Barbara Weber is a single mother of four children living in Springfield Mo. Called to the ministry of evangelism she is currently working on her first book of poems designed to help the believer see their intimate need for Christ.

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