Poetry Ramblings

I decided to post some of my old childish ramblings from the past. Starting at the age of 12 I loved to write poetry. Hopefully you will find it as refreshing as I have (going back through them recently! =) )

Is Your All Upon the Alter?

When you gave your life to Jesus,

Did you make His will your will?

Did you ever fully trust Him?

And you trust Him always still?

Was your all upon the alter?

Did you give him heart and soul?

If you didn’t then you should now,

You should give Him yourself whole.

You should never give Him just half,

Or a portion of your soul

Is your all upon the alter,

Please give Him you fully whole

Is your all upon the alter?

Is your all fully there?

Have you placed your full life under,

Jesus’ will and loving care?

Made Whole

Farewell my sins

 and my transgressions,

For I have Jesus as my might.

For God will lead me,

And He will see me,

Through the very rough parts of life.

I am finally made whole.

For You have cleansed my soul.

And made it pure blossoming white.

And when my life is done,

And I am finally home,

I’ll never grow weary of the sight.

It is Well

The cold turns into warmth,

The brown, into green,

The wind does not chill the bone,

It’s Spring, lovely Spring

The birds chirp happily,

Contentedly as well,

Among the beauty of it all,

I sing “It is Well”

Oh yes, “It is Well” I sing,

It is within my soul.

For Jesus died for me and you,

And made my soul now whole.

The Power of One

One little word can begin a fight,

One tiny ripple, a tide

One caring person can save a life,

One person, commit suicide.

One tiny spark can start a fire

One drop of rain put it out

One quiet voice can begin a revival,

One timid soul, begin to shout

One person, one thing, one tiny voice,

Can change the world today.

So Lord help me understand

The importance of one each day

Rose

Oh Rose your cute chubby cheeks,

Your blue eyes filled with love.

Your toddling steps so confident, yet weak,

Yes you’re a blessing from above.

Though We Never Know the Reason

You can see the question why,

Written plainly on their face

When a loved one dies a sudden

Or a child runs away

When a loved one dies in battle,

Or a baby’s miscarried

When a child has a seizure,

There’s the question: “how come me?”

But us Christians have assurance,

That Jesus loves us so,

And there always is a reason,

That we will someday know.

So let us trust in Jesus fully,

For He means it for our good,

Though we never know the reason,

The hard times are for our good.

The Prayer

The burden was lifted,

A glow on my face

Jesus had come in,

As I had prayed

I prayed oh my Lord Jesus,

I know that You died,

Upon a rugged cross,

For sinners like I

I prayed for forgiveness,

I prayed to be cleansed

And lastly of all

I prayed for God to come in. 

“Goodness and Mercy”

Rebecca Kent

The Lord watches over me all the daylong,

He blesses me with all that I need.

He brings me to places that satisfy my soul,

Yea to places that show me my way.

Even though my path leads me through trials galore,

And I sometimes wonder if I’m on the right trail.

God is by my side, so who shall I fear?

His hand leads me through my great fears.

And God, You have prepared me a path that shall show,

All of those that filled me with doubt,

That You have been by my side the whole way,

And that I am a child of God.

Your hand has blessed me today and forever,

My joy has been made new.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me,

And I shall be with You, forever.

[Psalm 23]

“Love”

Rebecca Kent

So many men, have tried their pen,

On explaining what is love

It is the hardest act,

Most defining emotion,

Most selfless definition

Of all. . .

Love is patient,

It waits forever,

And doesn’t care at all.

It is gentle, kind,

Forever caring,

And thinks not of itself

Love does not envy,

It always supports,

And never tears one down

It does not boast,

In of itself,

It is not ever proud.

Love is not rude,

It’s always thinking,

Of others that are around.

It always gives

A second chance,

And keeps no record of wrong.

Love does not delight,

In evil around,

But rejoices in the good.

It always protects,

Always trusts,

And tries to only preserve.

Love never fails,

It’s always true,

And remains so indefinitely.

It is the greatest,

Of every virtue,

The hardest of all to be.

[1 Corinthians 13]

“My Deliverer”

Rebecca Kent

I see them in the distance,

Mocking me for my beliefs.

Their eyes take in my grief,

And say You won’t deliver me. . .

Give up oh daughter of Zion!

Your God is not there.

You pray, you cry, you search for Him,

But you will find Him no where.

But God, You are my one deliverer,

My shelter from life’s storms.

No man could ever take Your place,

Or comfort me in my grief.

You take me out of life’s shadows,

And bring me to the greenest of fields

And here Your arms encircle me

And heal my laden heart.

No burden is too heavy for You,

No storm too wild to calm

No laden heart too laden down,

To heal within Your arms.

You are my one deliverer,

My shelter from life’s storms.

You heal my laden, heavy heart,

And comfort me in Your arms.

“The Person Within”

Rebecca Kent

I hear them clapping, they’re happily cheering,

The last clown on the stage pleased them all.

And I watch as the clown takes off his face mask,

And shows his real face once more.

Is this what people like, a mask on their face?

Is the real face too worn and too thin?

Although the clown has been through so much more,

He’s the same kind of person within.

But when life is hard and people insincere,

Sometimes it becomes easier,

To be the clown in the loveable mask,

Without the worn wrinkles and tears.

Because if the crowd saw the person within,

They’d be shocked at the sight they would see.

The loveable face would be worn with such care,

The tears would come much more freely.

For the inner mind of the person within,

Is the hardest for mankind to see.

It is the most loveable, frightening place,

The most difficult state of mind to be.

Made Whole

Farewell my sins,
And my transgressions,
For I have Jesus as my might.

For God will lead me,
And he will see me,
Through the very rough parts of life.

I am finnaly made whole,
For he has cleansed my soul,
And made it pure blossoming white.

And when my life is done,
And I am finnaly home,
I'll never grow weary of the sight

Perfect Love

Rebecca Kent

In the calm of the night, I can hear You sing to me,

You call me out of my ramblings into Your arms,

And here, Your blood stained arms secure me,

And we dance to the Sonata of Your perfect love. . .

While we dance Your heart bleeds into mine,

And Your blood restores my soul.

You are my beloved,

My one perfect dream,

My desire,

And my all.