The Gift of Peace ~

Sometimes the only treasure that stays on will be your peace. Share it! WITH LOVE

Deborah Ann Belka's avatarCHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

CHRISTian poetry by deborah ann ~ PEACE

This Christmas we all need,
to share the gift of peace . . .
to put aside our differences
so our serenity, may increase.

We need to be less agitated,
with those, whom we disagree
we need the Gospel of peace
to be contention’s referee.

This year we need to find,
a way to heal the pain
we need to end our quarreling
so tranquility, we can gain.

We need to get beyond the past,
find forgiveness in our heart
if we want to find harmony
from discord, we must depart.

This Christmas we all need,
to share the peace, Jesus brings
we must be willing to partake . . .
in glad tidings of good things!

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Romans 10:15

“And how shall they preach, except they be sent?
as it is written, How beautiful are the feet
of them that preach the gospel of peace,
and bring glad tidings of…

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I really cannot calculate how long this has tarried;

In my lonely wilderness, I have stayed until I have become weary;

Everything appeared as a mirage, but this pain was the only thing real;

Even these holy messengers helped mess up my head because they just preached without caring how I feel;

So after their amens, I return to my confused spot, my peace was still;

 

All I desired and pursued was what brought me closer to death;

I ran my life like a 100m dash athlete, always left gasping for breath;

Shoes, cars, money, sex, clothes, friends; my search was all to one intent;

To fill my emptiness, but in the end all Israel oh! To your tent;

I was left to carry this overload like attempting to store a 4gig file in a 2gig flash;

Flesh and spirit within me always had this constant clash;

But these titans’ fight only left me with so much fever I literally looked warm; my very life was going dead;

So living became like water in a mud pot heavy on my head;

 

Then I gave up,

I mean I looked up and beheld grace; he got me instantly pregnant;

I though it a burden for my already sorry state, but it caused a flow in my peace that has been stagnant;

But He took me through this course and His Love uncloaked my sinful cloak;

And all of a sudden, my heavy pot of water broke;

IT WAS A TOTAL DELIVERY! I WAS BORN AGAIN!

The good shepherd stopped my straying in madness, and drove me into His flock sane;

That is why I am still born anew everyday and to His glory, I have never been the same;

It is not a matter of what you have done, what you are doing or what you will have to do;

Grace has completely set me free; accept Christ and it could be your story too.