Posts Tagged ‘Lord’

Lean on Elohi Tsuri (Revised)

April 21, 2014

This can be heard on Spreaker

Heart pounding,
Palms sweating
Mind racing
Breath shortening

What am I afraid of?
Of the unknown?
/Of man?
Of things?

Things are in a tizzy
Why do I feel so dizzy?
God didn’t give us a spirit of fear.
He wants to draw us near.

*He gave us the spirit of love
His love from above
He also gave us his power
Us it will empower.

Sound minds he gave us too
So what am I going to do?
I’m going to lean on Elohi Tsuri**
Who is My God, My Rock to me.

* Scripture reference 2 Timothy 1:7

**I got this from another book whose source I cannot remember, so I looked it up on the net and found the meaning here.


Featured Poet: Leah Pauls

October 19, 2013

Roughly every three months, I will be featuring a poet in my local circle whose poem has spoken to me through the Holy Spirit.  Leah Pauls’ poem, “The Tale of the Runaway Toenail” has done this for me.  I believe it needs to be shared, and so I have been granted permission to share it with you here.  The words for this poem can be found both here and at her website.

Leah has been kind to read this poem which will be featured in the next King’s Poetry Podcast.

The Tale of a Runaway Toenail

In a land far away, by the edge of the sea
A man of great strength stubbed his toe on a tree.
It was a common event for the men of this land
But this time was different, or so says the sand.
Yes billions of witnesses relayed to me
An account of the man and his catastrophe.

He was a muscular man, as I mentioned before,
His pectorals, they bulged through the shirt that he wore.
And poor man, he could never find britches his size,
For he had the most marvelous, mountainous thighs.
This body seemed perfect in its stock and store,
But something was wrong with the man on the shore.

As he walked on the beach he could feel the sand ooze
Through his toes, which for some reason, carried no shoes.
Curiosity spurred the sand grains to unveil
An interesting fact of this, thought, “perfect” male.
Yes the feet to the sand sang in rhythm and blues
Of a missing toenail and the life he did choose.

Meanwhile, not far from the talk taking place
Between sand grains and callouses on the foot-face
A lonesome toenail, who’d once had a home
Now stood in self-pity, afraid and alone.
He had no idea of what would take place
On the body whose size made him feel a disgrace.

The toenail wailed “I’m so lonely today!
From my place on the body I’ve stolen away
But my actions are justified, don’t think they’re not
For kings have instructed and rich men have taught
That the smaller one is in life’s massive array
The less one can do, and the less one should say.

And since I’m just a wrap on a blistered big toe,
I think that I’m worthless, so sulking I go.”
Now the leaves of the grapevine had heard the nail mourn,
So they said to themselves, “from a toe there is torn
A quite an ignorant creature, with head hanging low
His beliefs must be changed, he can’t be thinking so!”

While the leaves of the vine discussed what they should do
To aid the poor toenail in getting a clue,
The affair of the strongman’s encounter with fate
Had transpired, and sand gives an in-depth update.
As the toes to the sand wailed “oh we’re so blue!”
They neglected to spy an enormous bamboo.

“CRUNCH!” impact echoed its scream o’er the waves,
As the ruthless bamboo stabbed the toe with its staves
The tree knew, for he’d heard the man’s largest toe wail
That there is no protection where there is no nail.
So the once perfect form of the brawny man, brave
Now writhed in affliction and wished for his grave.

“My LORD!” cried the toe, as his mind could still muse,
We’d not be in this state had we just worn our shoes!
Which brings me to think, and to sit and to ponder…
We’d not be in this state had my nail not gone yonder!
Now we risk amputation instead of mere bruise,
If infection sets in, our whole leg we could lose!”

A few inches away on an old, rotten stump,
Some infectious bacteria sat in a clump.
“Just look toward that tree of bamboo standing there,
A divine piece of flesh sits for us all to share!
Hooray!” cried the germs, “let’s abandon this dump!”
And they whooped a loud war cry, and off they did jump.

As infection raced on to the blood-feast divine,
Sand gave news to a breeze, and the breeze to a vine.
When the vine had caught wind of the news of the man
It related right back, “yes we’ll do what we can
To teach this toenail his purposed design
And get him to ward off infection in time!”

Now, the fruit of the vine racked their brains to contrive
An effective solution for how to revive
The poor toenail’s ego, and get him to go
Save the strongman’s great life, by way of his toe.
They remembered just then, the most wise branch alive
And how he had read Romans 12: 4 and 5.

The grapes asked, my friend, have you heard the good word?
The nail shook his head, for he hadn’t yet heard.
“Well, it says that the body has numerous members,
And each quite unique in the job that it renders.
But comparing your size made you feel quite absurd,
And you saw not your mission to shield and to gird.

“Now you, my good friend, have neglected your calling,
And, thus, your good host has more followers falling.
But be of good faith, and back to your toe run!
You’ve no time to lose, there’s a race to be won!”
So off ran the toenail, he was no longer stalling
For he had to prevent the infection from mauling.

The toenail knew he was in for a fight,
And the wind carried news of this terrible plight.
All nature now planned for this coming disaster
As infection ran fast and toenail ran faster.
At last the prospective goal came into sight
And the toenail sprinted with all of his might.

Into the stretch the fore raced in dead heat!
And the toenail knew that the germs he must beat.
A few inches from end a short prayer to God
Was thrown out by the toenail, and down a foot trod.
All the poisons that thought that their power could defeat
Were now smashed to a pulp underneath the LORD’s feet.

Then God healed the toe that the bamboo had sliced
And told all the message of how we are spliced.
From a toenail to bicep, we’re all made unique;
To work for the good of the total physique.
So, we being many are one body in Christ;
Members one of another, most preciously priced.

Leah Pauls (formerly Leah Eddens) ©1990

I Need You (Revised)

August 2, 2013

I can’t go the extra mile
I don’t want to smile
Where am I’m going?
What’s that bag I’m towing?

Towing it everywhere I go
It’s not for show
I can’t turn around
To see what’s dragging on the ground.

My life seems like a bubble
Littered with a bunch of rubble
So what am I to do?
Lord, I need you.

You who are the first and last
You know my future and my past
You know my sin and my ways
Help me through this; I can’t take more days

Days filled with loss of self confidence
Doing the “try this” dance
You pick the emotion that moment.
I have no more strength or comments.

Thank You

August 2, 2013

Thank you for your help
You have made me well
You have placed me on solid rock
I am now a part of Your flock

Flock of sheep, and a child
First time learner, very mild
You’ve given me a chance to learn
To You, I can always turn

“Turn around, I’m here” You say when I’m lost
I’m trying to follow you, no matter the cost
I’m thankful that you found me
You have helped a blind woman to see

Turning Point (Formerly Don’t Know) Revised

April 13, 2013

Don’t know how I feel.
Don’t know what I want.
Don’t know what I’m really like
Don’t know what I want to be.
Don’t know if I even care.

Don’t know what I want to do today.
Don’t know if I want to get up today.
Don’t know what I’m to do.
Don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
Don’t know who I am.

Who am I?
I am a child of God, so why am I like this?
This isn’t like me, so why don’t I cling to Him?
Him, He is good, kind, gentle, and He cares about me.
Me? What do I do? I am in a funk. I must go with what I know.

I know how I feel. I feel better.
I know what I want. To be closer to God.
I know a little of I’m really like. I’m ok.
I know what I want to be. I want to be a better steward.
I know that I do care. I must.

I know what I want to do today. I want to write for God.
I know I want to get up today. The Lord wouldn’t want me to sleep it away.
I know what I’m to do. I have to keep living.
I know what I’m supposed to do. Love
I KNOW who I am. I’m a CHILD OF GOD!!!


Theme:  Praise,

Window of Grace

March 25, 2013

I will stand with my Lord Jesus
And not create a fuss
I will fight the good fight the best I know how
I will not let my spirit go fallow

Fallow spirits mean a harden heart
Then my Lord and I must depart
He must step away
Because I have sinned and strayed

Strayed from Him, just like the rest of the world
Rolling up my flag, not having it unfurled
Hiding in my darkness, not wanting to come out
All I want to do is fume and pout

Pouting isn’t the way to go
I remember that as I step through Grace’s window
Into the arms of my loving Lord
Who is someone I cannot ignore


March 9, 2013

I look up to the heavens above
I see a cloud shaped like a dove
I think about the time when the dove descended down
To tell us all that God smiled, not frowned

I look around to see a trickling stream.
I think about Joseph’s dream
The dream which told Your earthly father to marry Your mother
And that he shouldn’t seek another

I’m thankful that it’s you who has it all in control
You had it all planned when it was so cold
You had it all planned from beginning to end
Heaven’s gates were opened

Opened wide they were that night
The shepherds were paralyzed with fright
I smile and thank you Jesus, my Lord
With you showing me these things, I’ll never be bored!

It’s Given

January 28, 2013

I lift my eyes to the sky
Praising the Lord Most High
He is everywhere, whether we know it or not
His love can’t be sold or bought

Bought were our souls with His own blood, pure
Yet He has risen; His love still endures
He has given His unfailing grace
All we have to do is seek His face

Face Him, no, we don’t want to
We think there’s something we should do
To earn His favour and unfailing love
It’s always here, it’s given freely from above


September 26, 2012

It’s a new day
I’m ready to play
I’m ready for you Lord
I’m here to move forward

Forward into the rest of my life
Freedom from worry and strife
I’m looking forward to next week
It’s a little break I seek

Or do I?  I need to seek first His kingdom
Or I shall not be wise, but dumb
I need to seek Him first
Then I will never thirst


April 9, 2011

His form
There with three
“It is finished!”
Then He died for me.
I yearn for Him, my Lord