Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

12.22.2011

Understanding the Love

Do we really understand the love of Christ displayed on Calvary??? This poem by Amy Carmichael is very challenging and thought provoking.

If I belittle those whom I am called to serve, talk of their weak points in contrast perhaps with what I think of as my strong points; if I adopt a superior attitude, forgetting "Who made thee to differ? And what hast thou that thou hast not received?" then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I find myself taking lapses for granted, "Oh, that's what they always do," "Oh, of course she talks like that, he acts like that," then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I can enjoy a joke at the expense of another; if I can in any way slight another in conversation, or even in thought, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I can write an unkind letter, speak an unkind word, think an unkind thought without grief and shame, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I do not feel far more for the grieved Savior than for my worried self when troublesome things occur, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I can rebuke without a pang, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
If my attitude be one of fear, not faith, about one who has disappointed me; if I say, "Just what I expected" if a fall occurs, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I am afraid to speak the truth, lest I lose affection, or lest the one concerned should say, "You do not understand," or because I fear to lose my reputation for kindness; if I put my own good name before the other's highest good, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I hold on to choices of any kind, just because they are my choice, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I am soft to myself and slide comfortably into self-pity and self-sympathy; If I do not by the grace of God practice fortitude, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I myself dominate myself, if my thoughts revolve round myself, if I am so occupied with myself I rarely have "a heart at leisure from itself," then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If, the moment I am conscious of the shadow of self crossing my threshold, I do not shut the door, and keep that door shut, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I cannot in honest happiness take the second place (or the twentieth); if I cannot take the first without making a fuss about my unworthiness, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I take offense easily, if I am content to continue in a cool unfriendliness, though friendship be possible, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I feel injured when another lays to my charge things that I know not, forgetting that my sinless Savior trod this path to the end, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I feel bitter toward those who condemn me, as it seems to me, unjustly, forgetting that if they knew me as I know myself they would condemn me much more, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If souls can suffer alongside, and I hardly know it, because the spirit of discernment is not in me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If the praise of others elates me and their blame depresses me; if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself; if I love to be loved more than to love, to be served more than to serve, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I crave hungrily to be used to show the way of liberty to a soul in bondage, instead of caring only that it be delivered; if I nurse my disappointment when I fail, instead of asking that to another the word of release may be given, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I do not forget about such a trifle as personal success, so that it never crosses my mind, or if it does, is never given room there; if the cup of flattery tastes sweet to me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If in the fellowship of service I seek to attach a friend to myself, so that others are caused to feel unwanted; if my friendships do not draw others deeper in, but are ungenerous (to myself, for myself), then I know nothing of Calvary love.


If I refuse to allow one who is dear to me to suffer for the sake of Christ, if I do not see such suffering as the greatest honor that can be offered to any follower of the Crucified, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I slip into the place that can be filled by Christ alone, making myself the first necessity to a soul instead of leading it to fasten upon Him, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If my interest in the work of others is cool; if I think in terms of my own special work; if the burdens of others are not my burdens too, and their joys mine, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I wonder why something trying is allowed, and press for prayer that it may be removed; if I cannot be trusted with any disappointment, and cannot go on in peace under any mystery, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If the ultimate, the hardest, cannot be asked of me; if my fellows hesitate to ask it and turn to someone else, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I covet any place on earth but the dust at the foot of the Cross, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

That which I know not, teach Thou me, O Lord, my God.

-Amy Carmichael

9.20.2011

what grace is mine!

My dear Daddy shared this with me the other day:

What grace is mine, that He who dwells in endless light
Called through the night to find my distant soul
and from His scars poured mercy that would plead for me
that I might live and in His name be known.


So I will go wherever He is calling me
I lose my life to find my life in Him
I give my all to gain the hope that never dies
I bow my heart, take up my cross, and follow Him


What grace is mine to know His breath alive in me
Beneath His wings my wakened soul may soar
All fear can flee for death's dark night is overcome
My Savior lives and reigns forevermore! 


4.11.2011

The Difference

Do you have childhood reflections? Bits and pieces of something you saw consistently that you absorbed into your mind?

I sure do:) At my grandparents, they had this poem hanging in the bathroom. So every time I would (pardon the topic) relieve myself, I would read it and think about it. It came to mind this morning, but all I could remember was the first phrase. So I looked up the rest and wanted to share it with you all, because it's very pertinent and a great reminder!

THE DIFFERENCE

I got up early one morning, and rushed right into the day:
I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task.
Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He answered, "You didn't ask".

I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and bleak:
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said, "But you didn't seek".

I tried to come into God's presence:
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided.
"My child, you didn't knock."

I woke up early this morning, and paused before entering the day:
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
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Did you start your day off right this morning? 

1.27.2011

foolishness in the sight of some : a poem

:foolishness in the sight of some:

what would I lose
if in giving up this world’s pleasures
which bring only pain and sorrow
I discovered joy uncontainable

what would I lose
if in suffering the persecution of mortal men
which is not comparable to what my Lord suffered
I gained an eternal crown of righteousness

what would I lose
if in going out of the comfort zone of my flesh
which hinders and detracts from my service
I reflected not myself, but Christ

what would I lose
if in choosing to live a life different than the world
which is mocked and belittled as foolish
I became a little more like my Savior

what would I lose
if in losing this world I gained a heavenly home
which is eternal and cannot be lost
I laid my rewards at Jesus’ feet

November 22, 2008

10.26.2010

beneath my feet

beneath my feet
these crunching leaves
the flaking pieces of a tree that could no longer hold on
void of life

beneath my feet
this hard-worn path
footprints made by travelers with no direction but the next step
leading nowhere

beneath my feet
this earthen ground
where man’s remains are buried for no one to find
no more to live

beneath my feet
convulsing sphere
spinning in space controlled by a force I can’t fully understand
unexplained rhythm

beneath my feet
all I’ve ever known
death and decay caused by the choices of mankind
world with an end

beneath my feet
there is no hope
but my soul is bound to a place where death and decay can never reach
life without end

by Sophia LaFleur
October 1, 2008

9.30.2010

IF GOD REALLY IS

If God really is my joy

Then I will not seek the world’s pleasures,

For He fills my soul with gladness,

Freeing me from the lure of the world.

If God really is my fulfillment

Then I will not seek the approval of men,

For His pleasure is my crowning achievement,

Filling my soul with eternal benefits.

If God really is my Lord and Master

Then I will not worry or seek my own path

For His will is perfect and satisfying

Leading me beyond my imaginings.

Since God really is better than life to me

Then I will not be distracted or dismayed in this life

For He guides me, protects me, and fulfills me,

Giving me hope and assurance of eternity with Him.

SophieLaFleur2008

9.07.2010

Crossroads

Crossroads

When you come to a crossroads on the path of Christian life,
And your heart is torn between the two, riddled with the strife,
When it seems as though you’d lose so much if you turn from what you know
And follow the ill-trodden path where few men choose to go,
Look down the road a short ways off and see what all men dread,
That highway does not lead to joy, but pain and tears instead.
Gaze down the path that, though it’s rough, leads ever straight and true,
And choose that blessed, narrow way, which Christ first walked for you.
Don’t listen when your friends plead for you to join their crowd
Press on—for they are blind to sins their pathway has allowed.
Join with the few who hike along the sacred path and pray
For those who know not what they missed when they chose the culture’s way.


Sophie LaFleur
(July 5, 2005; January 17, 2008)