Poetry

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Here I am, with my gift,
   with all to give to you.
I have come to heal the rift,
   with Hope, timeless and true.

It's my love and my joy
   to fan the flame in you.
I play with Truth, like a toy,
   to bring strength so new.

Here's my torch, for your fire,
   your life that burns so bright.
Though it's dimmed in the mire,
   I will speak what's right.

My strength is strong, to be gentle,
   to hold your heart in kindness.
With Jesus's Spirit as my mettle,
   I bring salve for blindness.

My ministry, to bring you up,
   I am glad for His glory.
His Word to be a refreshing cup,
   that it would be your story.

So, my love, burn so bright,
   that many can't fail to see it.
Glory in the Father's light,
   undaunted with Jesus' Spirit!

© 1-19-2011
 
"He will not cry out, nor raise His voice,
      Nor cause His voice to be heard in the street. 
      A bruised reed He will not break,
      And smoking flax He will not quench;
      He will bring forth justice for truth. 
      He will not fail nor be discouraged,
      Till He has established justice in the earth;
      And the coastlands shall wait for His law.” - Isaiah 42:2-4

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