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by Joyce Poet
01/05/06
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Regrets
Avenge Me
A Quest for Silence
On the Verge of Favor
Arise, New Man
Ashes to Diamonds
Eden, a Walk in Progress
Reflections
Pinocchipines
Here I Am Again


Regrets
Reminiscing on the past,
I find things I'd rather forget.
A painful thing
Those memories bring
When many are full of regret.

Yet, if it were possible
To forget those things existed,
I'd forget too
That He pulled me through
And all the things I resisted.

All of those lessons I learned,
I'd have to learn them all once more.
I'd never grow
And I'd never know
That some things are worth fighting for...

Like children who have no hope;
Other worthy causes, the same,
Such as the Son
And all that He's done.
I would forget to bless His Name.

So I praise Him for the chains
That held me in bondage for years;
If not for chains
And my Lord's blood stains,
I'd not know that He dries our tears.
© Joyce Pool

Avenge Me

Luke 18:1-8 And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint; Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man: And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.

And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man; Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.

And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith. And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them? I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?


Avenge me, Oh Lord, for I am weary and weak.
The adversary knows who it is that I seek.
He's fully aware that my heart hungers for You.
He's trying to stop what You've called me to do.

Yes, I cry:
I cry day and night, prostrate on my face,
wondering when Your mercy will fall in this place.
But my faith hasn't wavered; I put my trust in You.
Lord, he's trying to stop what You've called me to do.

First a stone, then a fiery dart flies by,
But I vow to stand firm 'til I hear from on high.
I'll not be moved, shaken or turned from You.
Avenge me Lord, so I can do what You told me to.

I'll not be moved, shaken or turned from You.
Avenge me Lord, so I can do what You told me to.
You promised never to forsake me; I'm crying to You.
Avenge me speedily, Lord, and carry me through.
© Joyce Pool

A Quest for Silence

As darkness is solely the absence of light,
so is silence the absence of sound.

As light never shines so brightly
until one has dwelt in the darkness,
so is sound never so clear, so defined,
until that sound intrudes on the barriers of silence.

If eyes adjust to darkness,
“night vision” as it were,
would there truly be no light at all there?
No.
Even a glimmer of light is still light.

I have learned to be thankful for a spark,
a twinkle, a ray,
having felt my way around in blind hopelessness.
So have I learned to be thankful for a whisper.

That great flood of brightness was unexpected,
so welcomed, and yet, so overwhelming;
The glory of it is far more terrible
than just “profound.”

No way I could have been so eternally bound,
a bondservant to the source of that great light,
and, yet, so free
had I never walked through dark places;
What would I do, where would I be
without Him?

Nobody likes the cold bitterness
of silence that stretches your soul
to the farthest point of a fine wire.
However, I have found myself
searching desperately for that kind of silence.

How clear will His directions become
when no hope, no dread,
no knowledge, no need,
no dreams exist except where they lie
in the source of His Word?
© Joyce Pool

On the Verge of Favor

You set up mighty kingdoms
and throw down haughty kings;
You’ve hidden these things from the scribes,
and revealed them to me, to a wretch,
a simpleton like myself.
Lord, who am I?
More than a conqueror?
The least of these; Your little sister?

My heart pants for You;
It thirsts so badly, so painstakingly
for Your righteousness.
How I long to follow in Your footsteps,
to see Your glory come to life
in the work of my hands --
the manifest proof of Your Spirit
that has taken up residence in me.

The beauty of Your grace,
the kindness and mercy
behind Your fathering love,
the awesome wonder behind Your holiness
astounds me... that I,
yes I, as small as I am,
can touch You
with the smallest amount of faith.

My needs are deep,
much deeper than I can reach out
and solve with my own hands.
Open wide the gates for me;
Let me hide in the shelter
of Your massive wings
until the sun shines on me,
until Your favor manifests itself
as You’ve promised me.

I won’t give up on You, Lord!
I won’t give up on You!
I won’t give up on You!
You swore, in Your love for me,
in the covenant You made with me,
that You would never leave me.
Here I am, crawling around
on my knees, again.
Lift me up, Lifter of my head!

Faith rises up in my belly,
just the same as the fire
that burns in my bones,
and it screams for release;
“I MUST BE ON THE VERGE
OF FAVOR!”

I am down to nothing, Lord,
except my faith
and knowing, without doubt,
that You have not lost control.
Surely, surely
I must mean more to you
than a blade of grass
that withers away so quickly.
Move on my behalf!

I speak to that favor
hovering over the edge
and I say to you
"Here I am! I am the one
whose heart is perfect
toward the Lord,
whose soul continually
hungers and thirsts
after His mercy,
His righteousness and truth!
Come rest on me!"
© Joyce Pool

Arise, New Man

A new dawn has broken,
though twilight lifts its brow --
Rest no more, slumbering man,
in your temporary vow.

Arise! The sun shines bright
on this -- your brand new day.
Take flight, though you've just found life.
Arise, for you've found the Way!

A new dawn has broken
in the heart of one more
so-called "Christian warrior"
who never knew truths of war.

Take up your shield and sword
in thankfulness for Light.
Though you've found your life today,
you've only begun the fight.

Arise! Take up your bed
and walk the walk of grace.
Rest not your eyes, but truly,
in every dawn, seek His face!
© Joyce Pool

Ashes to Diamonds

Imprisoned by an internal chain
That would not allow me to release the pain,
I found myself all alone.
I had not one single friend in man.
There was no one who'd understand
Except the One who called me His own.

I really did try to let it be,
To see them looking down their noses at me,
So I hid behind a smile.
But I needed badly to grieve
And I was a fool to believe
Someone would carry me a mile.

I still hear it to this very day,
What my "brothers and sisters" had to say:
"She should just get over this!"
But none of them wore my shoes
And it wasn't my choice to lose
My baby boy I so sorely miss.

I found the Lord to be there for me
When it was so dark outside I couldn't see.
I cannot have those days back.
I would hug him every day
If things had gone some other way.
Now, he's the part of my heart I lack.

I cry behind closed doors, all alone,
"Oh, Lord, won't You look down on me from Your throne?
Oh, God, I can't stand the void!
Please, make it all a bad dream.
Tell me things are not as they seem.
God, what did I do to lose my boy?"

Now, I doubt that my river of tears
Is going to last for the rest of my years.
Perhaps, I just need to scream,
"How dare you stand there as my judge?"
Maybe I just needed a hug,
Or just someone on whom I could lean.

I learned to praise Him through all my pain.
And slowly, slowly, He loosed my inner chain.
Now, I'm one who embraces
The ones who have not a friend
And cannot see a brighter end
When I see the pain on their faces.

From ashes to diamonds, I have grown
By the Great Potter who makes Himself known.
No one can take that from me!
When my heart should have become cold,
The Lord, instead, chose to unfold
The part of me only He could see.
© Joyce Pool

Eden, a Walk in Progress

Hosea 2:16 & 19 And it shall be in that day, says the LORD, you will call Me “My Husband,” and no longer call Me “My Master,” And I will betroth you to Myself forever; indeed, I will betroth you to Myself in righteousness and justice and in lovingkindness and compassions;

Ephesians 5:31-32 “Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This mystery is profound, and I am saying that IT REFERS TO CHRIST AND THE CHURCH.


Lord, meet me at the entrance
to the heavenly garden,
where I leave behind all I've known
and take my place beside Your throne,
where perfect peace grants me pardon.

Walk with me beside still waters.
Gently lead my by the hand.
I want to see Your beauty and grace,
to look You full in Your glorious face,
to be one with You in the Promised Land.
© Joyce Pool

Reflections

I thought being alone
was going to hurt
a lot longer than it did.
Didn't think I'd ever get used
to not having somebody around me.

Now, I cherish every quiet moment
and use them for reflection.
I look back over the last three years
and I've grown so much
that I hardly recognize
old feelings
when they surface;
I've grown away.

My heart is younger
despite wisdom
that now streaks my hair.
I always said I'd die young
if I lived to be one hundred,
but I never had me convinced.

Strangely enough,
I'm younger now,
in my wisdom,
than I've ever been,
even younger than my
earliest childhood memories
of me.
© Joyce Pool

Pinocchipines

I would like to thank Brother David Johns for his wonderful teachings that sparked the idea behind this poem.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
won't you cut your strings
and show me how a real boy
dances and cries and sings?

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
look at what you do.
I don't want to see you dance.
I just want to know you.

You dance for me. You play for me.
You act out the parts.
Who are you behind the wood?
Do wooden boys have hearts?

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
don't you want to be
as real as the other boys
and run because you're free?

Have you ever met a porcupine,
its quills sharp as pins?
Mine are sharp as razor blades
to guard what is within.

But, my dearest Pinocchio,
at least I am real.
If you could get passed my quills,
you'd see that I can feel.

Oh, what a match, Pinocchio
and a porcupine.
I might just put my guards down,
if you'd just cut your line.

They could call us Pinocchipines.
"What a pair of fools."
Meet me in the middle, friend,
and let's break all the rules.

Pinocchio, stop pretending.
Please, just be for real.
And I will let down my guards.
Come on, let's make a deal.

I promise not to leave you stranded.
I'll love that real man.
We'll take this cruel world by storm
and dance because we can.

We'll dance and play. We'll laugh and sing.
We'll do it for fun,
and never do it again
just to please anyone.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
won't you come and play?
Who are you behind the wood?
Come, be alive today.

Pinocchipines, Pinocchipines,
can't we close this show?
If we don't let down our guards,
we may just never know.
© Joyce Pool

Here I am Again

I’ve heard a million sermons,
a million ideas and perceptions
on "let go and let God,"
"take it to the altar and leave it there,"
"put it in His hands."
Here it is again, God,
again,
again,
and again.

I trust You with it.
I’ve always trusted You with it.
I always will.
And somehow,
I’m still holding it,
but not again...
I never quit holding it
in the first place.

I want it to go away
and it doesn’t seem
to understand
"leave my hands."

I already know
where to take it.
It’s leaving it there
when I get it there
that I have a problem with.
It’s the waiting
that seems to throw me.

This is so not about trust.
I trust You!
I trust You more than man,
way more than myself,
more than anything!
Maybe I hold it
because it’s mine to keep.
Maybe, just maybe
my friend was right...

And maybe it doesn’t go away
because YOU are the One
who puts desires in our hearts
that line up with Your will
for our lives.
Thank You for the blessing
You are about to bless me with.
I claim it!
I receive it!

Perhaps it’s patience
I should pray for again
after all.
Teach me, please,
again.
And if You think
I need it, Lord,
teach me again,
again,
and again.
© Joyce Pool

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