tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66820013396918412412024-03-13T08:45:15.244-05:00Ramblessampling of coloquial diction in formal verse in which lacks the convoluted similies and metaphors that too often fill the lines of verse. who says poetry can't be just plain fun?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-44804088005332445722019-10-29T14:00:00.000-05:002019-10-29T14:00:26.189-05:00COULD I?Not a cloud in the sky.<br />
Who’d not wonder why?<br />
But Noah built a boat.<br />
<br />
No sign of a plight,<br />
No water in sight,<br />
But Noah built a boat.<br />
<br />
And through the task ‘cross many years,<br />
Perchance through mockery and tears<br />
Noah built a boat.<br />
<br />
Would I?<br />
<br />
Who doesn’t like to think they’d be like him,<br />
Not giving in to the devil’s taunting whim?<br />
<br />
Could I?<br />
<br />
Stay the course through toil and travail?<br />
Stay the course sans worry of fail?<br />
Not in and of myself;<br />
Not with God put on a shelf.<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dear Heavenly Father,
I need Your hand upon my head, for of myself, I’m limited in what I’d do for you, but in the Holy Ghost I’d find your power. In Jesus’ name. Amen.</i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i> --</i>Monty Wheeler<br />
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-39331401480642464442019-02-25T19:11:00.000-06:002019-02-25T19:11:07.239-06:00THE GUILT
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With naked soul, she came in utter shame</div>
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for guilt has ways to win;</div>
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sans Jesus there's no chance to run</div>
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the guilt from deep within</div>
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<br /></div>
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There's those who'd say God's not the way</div>
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for God does not exist</div>
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and there is naught of Life's big book,</div>
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no names are on a list.</div>
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Strip down thy soul and give thy whole</div>
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to feel thy spirit soar;</div>
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ye'd know He's there; He's everywhere;</div>
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there's urge to want Him more.</div>
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Then back to guilt, that damning thing</div>
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that will destroy God's child;</div>
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it yields to naught but Jesus' blood</div>
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so we'd be reconciled.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Stripped of pride. she stepped inside</div>
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a world outside herself</div>
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and closed her old life like a book;</div>
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it's forever on a shelf.</div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-84107896245608656722019-02-13T08:25:00.000-06:002019-02-13T09:00:53.921-06:00TREE OF FAITH<br />
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He told the woman, </div>
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“Your faith has made you whole.”</div>
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Dear Heavenly Father, </div>
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let that same faith fill my soul.</div>
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The Bible’s about faith in God above,</div>
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who He is;</div>
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who He is to me,</div>
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It's all about faith or lack thereof;</div>
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from beginning end,<br />
and I pray,</div>
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Dear Heavenly Father, help this seed</div>
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of faith grown into a giant oak tree. </div>
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<br /></div>
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©2019 by Monty Wheeler</div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-3152726076939846782019-02-09T11:30:00.000-06:002019-02-09T11:30:37.713-06:00SALVATION'S SONG
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Let us come—and boldly so—</div>
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To the Throne by grace.</div>
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Jesus lit the path we’d walk</div>
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To that eternal place.</div>
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<br /></div>
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The Son of God, the Son of Man,</div>
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The one whom we would shun—</div>
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Cried out in His disgrace, “Forgive!</div>
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“They know not what they’ve done!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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Salvation’s start from that pure heart</div>
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Still calls to everyone.</div>
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And just as then, in these sad days,</div>
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Many elect to shun…</div>
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<br /></div>
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A rich man’s idol shines of Gold;</div>
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A poor man’s troll is wood,</div>
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But Jesus is the same for all</div>
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Who’d claim His name and blood.</div>
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<br /></div>
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It started on a wooden cross,</div>
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Then in that upper room,</div>
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The Pentecostal fires would rage;</div>
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The Holy Spirit’s come!</div>
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<br /></div>
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Long before, it had been writ,</div>
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Told in prophesy,</div>
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God would pour His spirit out</div>
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Upon all flesh—that’s me.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I ran as if a small, scared child</div>
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From some abuser’s hand,</div>
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A lifetime spent in running from</div>
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What I’d not understand.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I taunted, mocked and called them names,</div>
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Fools and hypocrites.</div>
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I laughed, but felt that laughter sink</div>
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Into the hellish pits.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Yet God would lead by lock of hair</div>
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Or tugging at my ear</div>
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Like a spoiled child might go</div>
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To the corner’s chair.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I couldn’t know He led me so;</div>
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I guarded my heart there.</div>
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But Pentecostal fires will burn</div>
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In Full Gospel’s atmosphere.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Somewhere in some proverbial sea,</div>
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I floundered helplessly.</div>
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The devil pulled but Jesus lifted;</div>
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O, sink or be set free!</div>
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<br /></div>
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“God!” I cried, “please take my pride!</div>
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“Before I sink into the tide!”</div>
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Something gave in my blubbering wave;</div>
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He washed me from inside.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Few would know how changed winds blow,</div>
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For dark are secrets held</div>
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When doors from the past fly open at last</div>
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To salvation, as He willed.</div>
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<br /></div>
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And thus begins Revival’s winds,</div>
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First inside of me.</div>
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Perhaps the Good Lord has some task</div>
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To set that tempest free.</div>
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<br /></div>
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If I’d still breathe upon the day</div>
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God showed to Joel back then,</div>
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"Dear Lord, I’ll pray that as You say,</div>
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I’ll dream with those old men.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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©2019 by Monty Wheeler</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-85606673112697230532019-02-06T16:40:00.001-06:002019-02-06T16:40:58.814-06:00House Divided
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No more “One nation under God.”<br />
And like sticks will break one by one</div>
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We fall as a nation divided,</div>
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For separated, tis easier done.</div>
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<br /></div>
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We shall fall like some right-field fly ball</div>
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Into some barbarians’ abyss.</div>
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Yet some will cry, “You lie! You lie!</div>
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“You can never speak of this!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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And yet…the future’s already told;</div>
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Our future’s history’s there</div>
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In the Bible’s Revelations,</div>
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And this nation’s there nowhere.</div>
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<br /></div>
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What hope have we but to prolong our fate,</div>
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And for a time stand bold and strong?</div>
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What hope have we when—bitter—we fight</div>
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O’er the simplest <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">right
versus wrong</i>?</div>
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<br /></div>
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As a sea would part, we’re divided of heart,</div>
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And a devil’s chasm opens wide.</div>
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A cloven hoof? Or a staff and rod?</div>
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And each condemns the other side.</div>
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<br /></div>
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United we stand. Divided we fall,</div>
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And partisans divide us all.</div>
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Quicker they bring this nation’s end;</div>
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Q<span style="font-family: &quot; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">uicker we come to Judgement’s call.</span></div>
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©2019 by Monty Wheeler</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-47960137662794996282019-02-06T12:04:00.000-06:002019-02-06T12:04:03.063-06:00A FOOL AND HIS WILL
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How easily a fool doth see</div>
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Like blind men walk along</div>
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How deep and dark the fool’s abyss</div>
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When all he thinks is wrong!</div>
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<br /></div>
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I—happy—walked along a path,</div>
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Mislead by many signs.</div>
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I lied to me and all who’d hear,</div>
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“This path’s of God’s designs.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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I so believed—or wanted to—</div>
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That in God’s will I merrily skipped</div>
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But worlds collide where “real” and “lie”</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
Leave sweet fancies ripped.</div>
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<br /></div>
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There is no fancy greater than</div>
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Believing God has led,</div>
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Then to find the deceiver’s mind</div>
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Was always in my head.</div>
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<br /></div>
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“Liar!” I cried of self,</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
And yes, I lent an ear.</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
I’d walk the roads named Will of God</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
But they lay “over there.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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I whispered lies in my own ear,</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
Believed the fantasy</div>
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For all the while I lied with that,</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
“I know God talks to me.”</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
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“Now what to do?” I asked of God</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
In poem of fervent prayer.</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
That soft, still voice ne’er spoke to me;</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
God’s will lay “over there.”</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
Would motive be where I went wrong?</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
Did I try bartering</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
With praise to Him?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Forgive
me, Father,</div>
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I’ve sinned against my King.</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
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Perchance, as Eliphaz has said,</div>
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“He’s caught the crafty wise.”</div>
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I met my dark in night of day</div>
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And groped with night’s blind eyes.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Thus he cries, “Behold!” to Job</div>
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And, “Happy is the man</div>
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“Whom God corrects in chastised bruise</div>
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“Then heals.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He
always can. </div>
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<br /></div>
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I walked a lie and wondered why</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
God’s will lay “over there.”</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
I walked in praise expecting trades</div>
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And made my sinner’s lair.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I woke to sun; the world still spun;</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
The Good Book lay near by.</div>
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If God would slap the sinner’s hand,</div>
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He’d kiss the tear-stained eye.</div>
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<br /></div>
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O, to seek His will and way,</div>
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I must have humble brow</div>
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Not thinking what He’ll do for me;</div>
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It’s faith.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I know
that now.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
©2019 by Monty Wheeler</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-65304457183626914612017-05-27T21:50:00.002-05:002017-05-27T21:51:51.057-05:00THERE COMES A DAY<br />
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I lay mine kiss upon thy brow,</div>
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Once smooth but wrinkled now,</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
And as thy soul takes Heaven’s flight,</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
I hear your solemn vow.</div>
<br />
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">We’ll meet again in
Heaven.</i></div>
<br />
<div style="margin: 0px;">
Thy body’s naught but an empty cup</div>
That you no longer fill;<br />
Lids to thy empty eyes raise up<br />
But not by a once-strong will.<br />
<br />
<div style="margin: 0px;">
They gather round us, all of them,</div>
All your friends and kin.<br />
I brush gray hair from your blind eyes<br />
And cry all o’er again.<br />
<br />
<div style="margin: 0px;">
No <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m sorry </i>or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">If you need…</i></div>
Consoles the wounded heart;<br />
I need you more than ever now.<br />
Oh, why did<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>you depart?<br />
<br />
<div style="margin: 0px;">
Until we meet again in Heaven…</div>
<br />
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>--Monty
Wheeler</div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-31320776825227299922016-08-31T07:38:00.002-05:002019-01-28T19:57:22.191-06:00THE MIDNIGHT HOUR<div class="MsoNormal">
The preacher spoke of the midnight hour,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The zenith of old Satan’s power,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When things unseen are always mean<o:p></o:p></div>
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And nothing good can thrive.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Satan cloaks the eye and soul<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To lead the blind with mal control<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then cackles at the hideous cries<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Until the dawn brings light.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But darkness hath another veil,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Exact in each minute detail<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To the midnight hour’s fears;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’ve walked that daylight dark.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In broad daylight, inside the mind,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A dread unease, yet undefined,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gives in to Satan’s unholy grip<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On the struggling soul.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The devil hates to lose control,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not because he respects man’s role;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He cares naught about the man;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He wars with our God on High.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The preacher spoke of the midnight hour,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That sleepless time to cringe and cower,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When demons taunt the mind,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And they will follow past the dawn.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But the Good Lord says, “I will give you rest.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And He has answered each request,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When I have—earnest—sought in prayer<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Release from the midnight's spawn.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-26350450411158345472016-08-27T23:41:00.001-05:002016-08-27T23:41:35.896-05:00THE TIMES TO COME<div class="MsoNormal">
The dying and the dead</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lay littered o’er the Tribulation’s red<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of poisoned rivers flowing blood of persecution.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Three sixes feed the hungered poor;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Want” spreads far and wide.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
O’er the public intercom,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They mock the cries of the child who died<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For its mother’s indiscretion.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But naught is placed on a baby’s life<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For countless fall to the surgical knife,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And no one cares, and no one hears…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But God.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Under the rule of the
Unholy Three,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Great Deceiver, the beast<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And the one who paved the way,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Death shall fall to all who oppose,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And those once crying, “Cease oppression!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Press down the thumb of taut control;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One after another dead martyred roll<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Into the pit.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They'd’d promised “Stronger together”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For a world but weak’s the tether<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That binds the rule of the Unholy One.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Countless others have already gone!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They’d disappeared, those staunch believers;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The sky had glowed with great white light.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Father, son, sister, brother,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daughter from her loving mother,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All separated one from the other.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And left to wander in the Rapture’s ash,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They will ponder and they’ll wish;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All those who had doubted and those who’d postponed<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly wish their sins atoned.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Yet even in the years
of terror and trials,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
God, the Father, still rules all.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And He has promised…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then rising from the ashes,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
New believers stand against<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The evil institution.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With the Gunslinger’s cry, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Kill if you will but command of me nothing!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They bow to none, not man nor beast,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And not to the devil, himself.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For it’s been writ…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
God will bolster with His hand,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Those who dare to stand <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Against the dark Commander in
chief<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Who comes in the night as
killer and thief.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Somewhere in the years of the
blood,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jesus comes for those who
stood<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And rewards them with
redemption.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Though years of needless
suffering.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“O, Lamb of God, I come. I come.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
--Monty Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-40351356725295841752016-07-28T22:13:00.000-05:002016-07-28T22:15:29.098-05:00GRAMMAR TO WIN A WAR<div class="MsoNormal">
Let’s solve the problem of race wars</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With a grammar rule.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now come with me for a moment;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We’re going back to school.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A noun can only be a thing,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A person, or a place;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An adjective that walks with it<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Will give the noun its face.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The adjective rules o’er it mate<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And identity,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So I put limits on myself<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By describing me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
If I say “white” to modify<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Christian as the noun,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I limit and define my God<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By some earthly crown.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But I—by the blood He shed for us—<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Am my Father’s own.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Thus I put the Christian first<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And followed by skin tone.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Let Christian be the adjective<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Defining any race,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We would see a new world peace<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sans bigotry’s disgrace.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And think, ye friends of many colors,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We all are equal souls,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And all lives matter in a time<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When God holds all controls.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We’ll be the nouns of every color<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With a Christian adjective<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That well defines and shapes us all<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In Grace that’s His to give.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
*This piece comes as inspiration from a pastor in Texas and
his sermon I happened to hear on the radio while driving. I missed his name and
I out-distanced the signal before the end of the sermon but I love his message
in its pure simplicity. I can only hope I got it right.*<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-13073505469855030052016-07-24T22:37:00.000-05:002016-07-24T22:37:33.060-05:00THE GREAT OUT-POURING<div class="MsoNormal">
Like waters, nations rise to fall.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As nations answer Satan’s call,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Naught might live in a dried up flow<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of a nation lost<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Where politicians, like the buzzard,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Feed on the decay of a nation’s heart,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Telling man that they have a plan<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To save <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then set themselves apart.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And foolish man—<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Too arrogant to see his fate—<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Perchance has waited far too late.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But then perhaps…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One hope still lies—the only one—<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the Holy Ghost revival.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hope for our eternity’s<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In those who find revival.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With hands raised up to God on High,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Those who believe send up the cry,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Let us know revival!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the great out-pouring of the Holy Ghost,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Those who oppose will not stand<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Against the Mighty One’s command,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And we shall find revival.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It comes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Begins, perhaps, with a single voice<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And sweeps like a wave or ocean’s tide<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
O’er a sunbaked shore<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Through one church, a town, then nation-wide<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And thus begins revival.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Those who heed deceivers’ lies<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Cannot ebb a river’s flow,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Cannot stop the winds that blow,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Cannot stem the ocean’s tide<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As revival lights the darkest waters.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dried up rivers rage and oceans swell;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hosanna!” rises from the well<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of those who see the tattered veil,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And Jesus says, “I come.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lord, I pray, in this dark day,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To be washed in Your Light of revival.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Amen.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-67998994673486760032016-07-11T21:47:00.004-05:002016-07-11T21:47:39.651-05:00TEMPTATION'S EYE<div class="MsoNormal">
Greater men than I</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Have found dark favor<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In temptation’s eye,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And Satan laughs at the fall and folly,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When time and again<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Man falls to sin.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hear that cackle?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Insidious glee.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’ve heard that laugh in restless slumber,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Where darkness closes in<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And seven spirits more add to the number<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Feasting on my sin.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And I’ve cried, “Help!
I’ve fallen,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And I can’t get up!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But make no mockery<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For the fall from grace<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Into Satan’s embrace<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Is a terrible place to be.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And pride keeps the jailer’s key.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Does not matter where man lives,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In wealth or pauper’s penury,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The fall from grace might well be eternity.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There is no, “Onions, cheese,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hold the mayo, please,”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When time to swallow
pride,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And believe, ye, me<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It won’t go down smooth as summer’s tea.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But somewhere amidst the tears,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Amidst the fears,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Amidst the seemingly senseless rambles<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of words I never knew,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Holy Spirit opens the door,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sweeps out the pride like sweeping the floor<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And grace fills its place once more.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Thank you, Jesus.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-39561409636898916682016-03-09T09:00:00.000-06:002016-03-09T09:00:31.627-06:00A HUMBLE POET'S PEN<div class="MsoNormal">
I’d, humble, walk the narrow path</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With Jesus, Savior, Lord,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And by His gift, I’ll praise Him with<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The pen as my bronze sword.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I cannot sing or carry tunes;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No music can I play,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But God has blessed me with a gift,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A talent, so “they” say.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
(And onward, Christian Soldier, write<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As going off to war,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For God’s salvation set thee free<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To walk His Golden Shore!)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’d wield a lowly poet’s pen,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not out of duty’s call,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But out of Love for Jesus Christ;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He is great, and I am small.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So if my pen—His gift—is in<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Accordance with His plan,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to share my God with His<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Salvation for all men.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-25954140813062786782016-03-05T21:22:00.005-06:002016-03-05T21:23:44.159-06:00A PRAYER LIES THERE<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN;">There
waits a prayer everywhere;<br />
there waits a talk with God,<br />
and ask me why I'd pass it by<br />
with just a cursory nod.<br />
<br />
There waits a prayer; it's lying there<br />
like a fresh picked rose.<br />
And would I pause my busy day?<br />
to bring it to my nose?<br />
<br />
There waits a prayer and all God's care<br />
like a heads-up penny,<br />
and how much richer I shall be<br />
with prayers that count to many.<br />
<!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br />
<!--[endif]--></span><o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-46043956127245914722016-03-05T08:23:00.002-06:002016-03-05T21:25:10.221-06:00UPON THE SHORE<div class="MsoNormal">
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Of lovers’ fights she thinks at night<o:p></o:p></div>
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And ponders on her own sad plight;<o:p></o:p></div>
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She walks the way shunned lovers will<o:p></o:p></div>
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When given naught to love but still<o:p></o:p></div>
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From loving him, her heart shan’t sway,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But lonely lives both night and day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In love or lust the swoon’s the same,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The flutter’d heart, the whispered name,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But one shall die when passion’s fire<o:p></o:p></div>
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Would rage to ash, leave naught but ire<o:p></o:p></div>
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In lovers’ fights and wants to stray,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then lonely lives both night and day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She walks along the shore and sand,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Wondering why he cheated and <o:p></o:p></div>
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What’s a jilted lover do?<o:p></o:p></div>
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An angry sea of storm-tossed blue<o:p></o:p></div>
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Invites her but she stops to pray<o:p></o:p></div>
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For lonely living night and day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
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*a varied refrain in the Stave Stanza where sestets built of couplets use the last line for refrain.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-28516149704682659032016-03-03T21:30:00.001-06:002016-03-03T21:30:10.232-06:00LET MERCY RAIN<div class="MsoNormal">
Now I lay me down to weep;<o:p></o:p></div>
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I pray, perchance, for rest in sleep,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where demons lurk beyond the dreams,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And stark reality's thin, it seems,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where fears seem sure to win the fight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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How glad I am for cloak of night<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where no one sees the salted tears<o:p></o:p></div>
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Born of way too many years,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But then I think of Calvary,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The place of skulls where tears flowed free,<o:p></o:p></div>
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As Jesus died. Yet he would rise<o:p></o:p></div>
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And come to stand before their eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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While nightmares of my toil and tares<o:p></o:p></div>
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Play in midnight’s wide-eyed stares<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sleep would linger as a tease,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But granting no repose or ease.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until I pray. “My God,” I say,<br />
“Let Your mercy rain today<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And peace come unto me. Amen”<o:p></o:p></div>
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In faith, I close my eyes again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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--Monty
Wheeler<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-88954716281756911612014-12-23T11:49:00.002-06:002014-12-23T11:49:16.123-06:00INNOCENCE (KISSES LIKE THE WIND)KISSES LIKE THE WIND<br />
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Unlike the wind, a fleeing ghost,<br />
That first kiss hangs upon its host<br />
A tingle that should ere remain<br />
In sometimes pleasure, sometimes pain.<br />
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Lay soft thy lips on virgin cheek<br />
That burns of blush the innocents seek.<br />
And lo, upon emotions’ crest,<br />
Lips draw away and to the best,<br />
For in that virgin kiss hides well<br />
The secrets of some lovers’ spell<br />
That would be known, but not to thee<br />
Of lovers’ immaturity.<br />
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And yet forever and a day<br />
Unlike the wind's temporal sway,<br />
The memories of first kisses stay,<br />
But like the wind, we’re blown away.<br />
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--Monty Wheeler<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-70769831409252435482014-12-10T08:21:00.002-06:002014-12-11T11:21:27.971-06:00TO THE EDITORS<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background: white; color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">To every “ed” who’s stretched in mind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Who’s had to fly outside the box,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Who’s bit a tongue in speaking kind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Of words unorthodox<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">‘Tis torture in that stretch;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Machines ne'er did so much.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Those dread devices with the cranks<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Can only stretch by touch<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">‘Tis mind o'er matter, thoughts to scatter<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">On raging desert wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">O, ye, Eds, come chase our storms<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Until our stories end!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">We'd write to spite and write to please<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And write to make ye think,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And giggle, we, as we’d sit ye<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Nigh insantity's brink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">‘Tis bitter sweet that stretch ye'd meet</span><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">On verbose prose we’d write,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And on we’d type into the night<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">to lend ye eds a fright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But dearest Eds, to all of you,</div>
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We’d fret not of your stretch;</div>
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The tenebrous mind can take the pain</div>
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That eds so often catch.</div>
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--Monty Wheeler</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-64763124869817849212014-12-03T15:24:00.003-06:002014-12-03T15:25:06.560-06:00MINE HUMBLE PENI’d, humble, walk the narrow path<br />
With Jesus, Savior, Lord,<br />
And by His gift, I’ll praise Him with<br />
The pen as my bronze sword.<br />
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I cannot sing or carry tunes;<br />
No music can I play,<br />
But God has blessed me with a gift,<br />
A talent, so “they” say.<br />
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(And onward, Christian Soldier, write<br />
As going off to war,<br />
For God’s salvation set thee free<br />
To walk His Golden Shore!)<br />
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I’d wield a humble poet’s pen,<br />
Not out of duty’s call,<br />
But out of Love and Faith in God;<br />
He’s great, and I am small.<br />
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But I believe in altar’s prayer,<br />
And promises He makes;<br />
Perchance He’s chosen me to share<br />
In spite of my mistakes.<br />
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Thus, if my pen and talent’s in<br />
Accordance with His will,<br />
I’ve want to share my God with all<br />
In honing gift and skill.<br />
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--Monty Wheeler<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-14133906761960730972014-11-26T12:22:00.000-06:002014-11-26T12:22:01.141-06:00REAL COLD DAY<div class="MsoNormal">
She walked a winter's day and--well?</div>
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‘Twas a real cold day in Hell,</div>
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For all around were shattered dreams</div>
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Like shards of ice from frozen streams</div>
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Where once flowed life’s eternal spring—</div>
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Forever dies, a fragile thing.</div>
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"Jesus loves me,” and she’d know"</div>
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That He walks where ere she'd go</div>
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And lo! upon
horizon's brow,</div>
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That wrinkled line twixt then and now,</div>
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Hope from God that now dim light</div>
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Will one day shine so full and bright,</div>
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But she knows, not, how it’ll be</div>
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One tiny candle lights a sea;</div>
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All she needs is faith to stand</div>
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On bedrock of The Father's land.</div>
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--Monty Wheeler</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-34732872309209700042014-11-19T09:19:00.001-06:002014-11-19T09:19:11.198-06:00I AM, HE CRIED BEFORE HE DIEDI am a child of God and son of man;<br />I wonder at God’s will and greater plan; <br />I hear “Amazing Grace” in angels’ choir;<br />I see the depths of Hell and Satan’s fire;<br />I want salvation; that’s my sweet desire;<br />I am a child of God and son of man.<br />
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I pretend that Jesus comes each day;<br />I feel He’s here with me in every way:<br />I touch the Lamb’s red blood that spilled for me;<br />I worry I’m got good enough, you see;<br />I cry at how He died for my dark sin;<br />I am a child of God and son of man.<br />
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I understand that God forgives. Can I?<br />I say my daily prayers to God on High;<br />I dream of afterlife’s eternal span;<br />I try to live life pleasing to His eye;<br />I hope; therefore, I am, I loudly cry;<br />I am a child of God and son of man.<br />
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--Monty Wheeler<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-62907364863031437992014-11-17T11:25:00.001-06:002014-11-17T11:25:01.334-06:00THE DARK VALLEYYea, I walk through The Valley of the Shadow<br />With burning foot upon the hostile land,<br />A traveler protected by God’s hand,<br />I keep my eye on God’s eternal meadow.<br />
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Those times I feel so lost and God-forsaken<br />Surrounded by the blazing fires of Hell<br />That sweet temptation’s bellows tend so well,<br />My faith feels weak, so easily shaken.<br />
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Yea, I walk through The Valley of Despair,<br />Where stalks the devil’s beast that would consume<br />What Jesus grants in rising from that tomb;<br />I know my God walks always with me there.<br />
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I keep my eye upon my God’s green meadow,<br />Firm in my conviction Jesus saves.<br />He’ll release the devil’s sin-bound slaves<br />And walk with me through valleys of The Shadow.<br />
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God’s promise that He’ll walk that path with me,<br />Then carry me when I would balk in fear,<br />Consoles when I would salt the land with tear;<br />He is The Way, The Truth, The Light I see.<br />
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Yea, I walk through The Valley of the Shadow,<br />I walk toward God’s promise of green meadow.<br />
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--Monty WheelerUnknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-80850915725796702362014-11-13T09:08:00.000-06:002014-11-13T09:08:00.656-06:00RELEASEI walked away with want to pray,<br />And fear raced through my heart;<br />And verily, <br />I say to thee,<br />The fear raced through my heart.<br />
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No way could tears tear me apart<br />where others might well see;<br />Give me a place—<br />A private space—<br />For others should not see.<br />
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But God will deal with me and sin;<br />I’ll pray in dark disgrace.<br />The good folk say.<br />There comes the day,<br />I’ll pray in dark disgrace.<br />
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If peace would come, let God begin<br />To let me cry that way.<br />Ask Him impart<br />His grace to start <br />A let me cry that way<br />
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--Monty Wheeler<br />
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*The Roundabout is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is aBccB/bCddC/cDaaD/dAbbA. Roundabouts can be on any subject*Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-51503699846392028492014-11-12T10:27:00.004-06:002014-11-12T10:27:53.240-06:00HE HEARS*simple yes? but simple no. as short form poetry will go*<br />
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I pray<br />With faith He hears<br />This day.<br />
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Believe<br />The Father’s grace<br />Shan’t leave<br />
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I ask<br />What He would have—<br />My task.<br />
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--Monty Wheeler<br />
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The Musette, created by Emily Romano is a poem that consists of three verses of three lines each. The first lines have two syllables; the second lines have four syllables, and the third lines have two syllables. The rhyme scheme is a/b/a for the first verse; c/d/c for the second verse, and e/f/e for the third verse. The title should reflect the poem’s content.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682001339691841241.post-30114379033720486352014-11-11T13:25:00.003-06:002014-11-11T13:25:30.577-06:00BONDSWhat bonds mankind to animal<br />But perfect love that none might break,<br />Two unlike creatures’ hearts can make<br />A kinship more than bestial.<br />
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Perchance that perfect love between<br />Two beings not of like and kind<br />Transcends the logic of the mind<br />And ere remains pure white—pristine. <br />
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So might that beast mankind would love<br />Wish how much like man he’d be?<br />
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And I would wish the same, you see,<br />When I would look Toward God above.<br />
I would be the four-pawed beast<br />With gaze upon my master’s face;<br />Beside God’s throne I’d find my place,<br />And in my eyes, He’d read, “I’m blessed.”<br />
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My God, I pray, grant me that bond,<br />Imperfect creature that I am,<br />Through Jesus Christ, The Holy Lamb<br />Take me to what will lie beyond.<br />
<br /> --Monty WheelerUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0