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Bees, Bugs and Butterflies

Post No. 916

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Bees, Bugs and Butterflies

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As I watch the sun

Breaking through the clouds,

As I smell the rain

Soaking in the soil,

Dripping from the flowers,

The birds burst into song.

Let the naysayers be wrong;

The world is alive again,

Saved from the brink,

And no matter what we think

God is in His heaven.

Bees buzz,

Shiny beetles eat rose petals

And butterflies flutter by…

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©Denise G Allen, 18 February 2016 07:19

 

 

 


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Help

Post No. 912

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Help

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O Lord, our Father

Only You can change this earth

From negative to positive

Let us construct not destruct

Advance not retreat

Back and forth and round about

You are our axis

Nothing stands still

This world whirls around your wlll

Open our eyes to realise

We are nothing without You

You are the sun, the moon, the stars

You are creation, and all is in motion

To bring us back to You

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©Denise G Allen, 05 February 2016 08:13

 


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Escaping the Abyss

Post No. 904

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Escaping the Abyss

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A bottomless pit

Is where I’m at

A deep well leading down to hell

I claw feverishly at the wall

And cry for help with a soundless voice

Bounded by silence

Black as pitch, absorbent hush

Rain runs barefoot down my neck

Soothing all pain along my back

I feel fingers reach down my arm

Leading me, guiding me

Upward, onward, safely

Far, far away from harm

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©Denise G Allen, 12 December 2015 08:15

 

 


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GOD revealed

Post No. 900

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GOD revealed

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The decision was always His to make

The steps were ever His to take

And Jesus Christ was born of man

God revealed in His own plan

In flesh and blood he could relate

He gave His all for love of us

Suffering torment on the cross

He was no figment to still man’s need

Of a saving grace or creed

But the unadorned and newborn babe

Come to earth to conquer death

Hail to Thee O King of kings

All hail to Thee O Lord of lords

Our glorious God is now revealed

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©Denise G Allen, 27 November 2015 09:07

 


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Mercy

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O God, King of all kings,

King of all things under the sun

Since life begun,

You mould me like clay

Of which I am made,

But what have I done ~

I am but a tool for Your use,

A nail in Your cross,

The wood for Your saw,

And I always fall short.

Perfection is Yours for the taking,

Yours for the making.

I fail to preach what You teach,

Help my soul to reach,

To touch the hem of Your cloak

To provoke Your healing hands.

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©Denise G Allen, 26 November 2014 06:56