ABC's Of Faith/Alphabet Poem - For Nov 3

Here are two poems written at two very different points in my life - as a lost teenager (or perhaps when I was 20 - it was from a binder of poems that I found with things I had written up until 1990) and as a new Christian. While they may be a little cheesy, I like the attempts at making acrostic poems with every letter of the alphabet, and the contrast in worldviews presented in each. Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ changed everything, including my outlook on life, my priorities, and my eternal destiny! Now I have a spiritual prize worth striving for that I know I can reach, not some airy phantom or dream that has no meaning.

Alphabet Poem

A star in the sky

Beyond my reach.

Couldn't find a way to bring

Down that fabled treasure,

Even though I tried, seemingly

Forever.

God,

How can I ever grasp it, because

I don't know how.

Just tell me, let me

Know.

Let

Me touch that fiery prize.

Nothing will hold me back. If

Only I had a ladder long enough.

Perchance a

Quick

Rocket through

Space

To my final destination.

Unless I could capture that

Veritable pearl of brightness...

Would I if I could - perhaps if I was

Xerxes, aged king of Persia,

You'd let me obtain my

Zenith.

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A still small voice

Borne on the wind

Carries my doubts away,

Delivering me from

Every

Fear.

God’s purposes hold sway.

His plan is still in effect -

In my heart, Jesus is still on the throne;

Keeping watch over me, I know He will never ever

Leave me alone.

Mighty is the

Name of Jesus,

Omnipotent and

Precious to my soul;

Quite a difference He made when He

Restored me and made me whole.

Sometimes life can be bittersweet with

The terribly strong taste of defeat,

Until I call upon my Lord - He

Vanquishes my worries with just a

Word.

Xylophones are playing, taking away my fears;

You’re gently healing my heart - Your

Zephyr is here.

December 19, 1995

Jerry Bouey

John 3:6-8 That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again. The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.

Philippians 3:13-14  Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

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