Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 11, 2012 11:26:00 GMT -5
BURN OUT
SO- why do I feel like that burnt-out car?
Driven too fast- and gone too far,
Twice round the clock, a few times round the block-
Gone off the road, a total write-off
Nothing to enjoy the sight of!
No inspiration, no celebration,
Lights not working, can’t get started,
Poetic spark and I have parted!
Dejection, rejection- no fuel injection
Paintwork cannot stand inspection!!!
Driven swiftly to despair,
How on earth did I get there?
I haven’t got a tyre to spare!!!
Not a garage I can call on?
And then I thought- who can I fall on?
None but Jesus- and guarantee
I’ll pass my Spiritual MOT
If I take time to pray, I’ll see
That He has got the Master Key!
Won’t need petrol, for each hour,
I’m filled up with the Spirit’s power
So thanks to Jesus, I’m restored!
Running nicely- Thank you Lord!
© Pauline Griffiths
More Thoughts from Skye
I watch from the window-
Sharp peaks softened by the sky and wrapped in loving clouds,
Swish of water soothing rocks into silken stones,
Soothing my soul-
Healing a hundred hurts.
I thank God for this escape from scrape and grind of life
Thank Him for a time of Peace-
But then I realise it is the scrape and grind of life
That shapes us into usefulness!
© Pauline Griffiths
Tide
We who are pilgrims of the Way,
Still prone to fall, to hear the call of wild waves,
And yet we can’t be carried by the tide
He knows – He knows that if we did,
We would be smashed against the rocks,
And so he walks the waves to seek and find us
And to carry us to His safe shore!
© Pauline Griffiths
Reach out a hand to me.
(A poem about responding to others’ needs.)
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
I am drowning in the cold sea of torment,
For one I love is sick and I feel even my love
Is not enough to keep us both afloat
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
I am drowning in the lashing storms of world’s uncaring,
With no dry land ahead to call my own
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
For I cannot find work, have been cast adrift
And my family have no lifeboat of security
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
For waters of my doubt close fast around my head,
Across this darkest night, I pray
I may behold a light,
As you reach out a hand to me, for love of God.
© Pauline Griffiths
SO- why do I feel like that burnt-out car?
Driven too fast- and gone too far,
Twice round the clock, a few times round the block-
Gone off the road, a total write-off
Nothing to enjoy the sight of!
No inspiration, no celebration,
Lights not working, can’t get started,
Poetic spark and I have parted!
Dejection, rejection- no fuel injection
Paintwork cannot stand inspection!!!
Driven swiftly to despair,
How on earth did I get there?
I haven’t got a tyre to spare!!!
Not a garage I can call on?
And then I thought- who can I fall on?
None but Jesus- and guarantee
I’ll pass my Spiritual MOT
If I take time to pray, I’ll see
That He has got the Master Key!
Won’t need petrol, for each hour,
I’m filled up with the Spirit’s power
So thanks to Jesus, I’m restored!
Running nicely- Thank you Lord!
© Pauline Griffiths
More Thoughts from Skye
I watch from the window-
Sharp peaks softened by the sky and wrapped in loving clouds,
Swish of water soothing rocks into silken stones,
Soothing my soul-
Healing a hundred hurts.
I thank God for this escape from scrape and grind of life
Thank Him for a time of Peace-
But then I realise it is the scrape and grind of life
That shapes us into usefulness!
© Pauline Griffiths
Tide
We who are pilgrims of the Way,
Still prone to fall, to hear the call of wild waves,
And yet we can’t be carried by the tide
He knows – He knows that if we did,
We would be smashed against the rocks,
And so he walks the waves to seek and find us
And to carry us to His safe shore!
© Pauline Griffiths
Reach out a hand to me.
(A poem about responding to others’ needs.)
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
I am drowning in the cold sea of torment,
For one I love is sick and I feel even my love
Is not enough to keep us both afloat
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
I am drowning in the lashing storms of world’s uncaring,
With no dry land ahead to call my own
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
For I cannot find work, have been cast adrift
And my family have no lifeboat of security
Reach out a hand to me- for I am drowning
For waters of my doubt close fast around my head,
Across this darkest night, I pray
I may behold a light,
As you reach out a hand to me, for love of God.
© Pauline Griffiths