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With eyes sindimmed, I ache within
to come to faith- have ReaLife begin
Oh Mercylight, shine on me and all that's mine
for what is now mine, is all just 'falseglowing' dirt and grime
Oh Mercylight, shine thru the matrix lie
expose/ release me now before I die
Do not spare me and what I call mine
burn out all my yearpiles of filth and slime
Purge and loose with burning brine
I beg you help me find repentance
now in time
Oh Mercylight, shine on me and what I call mine
see mine is all evil's 'falseglowing' dirt and grime
see me FAther dressed in sinsoot
see me Father shamed head to foot
Hear my desparing; silent midnight screams
see my heart/mind stuck between the killingbeams
my head dropped down
my chest tearwet like early childhood's salty streams
Oh light of God dry out the tears
for i' am empty, needy full of fears
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh .....at last
your gentleFather arms I feel around me press
as I repent I turn around to You
and welcome wholly Your understandingness.
M. Helen Peterson,
August 10, 2010
When grief drags me harshly out to sea
jagged, giant waves crash thoughtlessly over me
when all around I see no "him and me"
that's when my heart and all my life
seems forever done with me
I cannot swim these swelling tides
and cannot find me at God's side
from which I would some courage gain
if He would remove such relentless pain
The pain that will to Christ me draw
the pain that will cause my frozen heart to thaw
the pain that shows me weak and frail
the pain that makes me cry and wail
til naught is left but tearstained face
til I yearn at last for God's embrace.
Earthlove lasting just a while
not all is true but has some guile
this time NewLove will never leave
or ever cause again love's death to grieve
for He is perfect, everlasting true
a bridegroom that fits a marriage true
His bride, myself, will yield to Him
adore and ever live with Him
no parting words
no sad goodbyes
just us together, no broken ties
No wrenching grief now drags me "out to sea"
no giant waves are crashing over me
"Now" all around me I do see
my Godhealed heart and mind and soul
from pain and doubts being made whole
and best of all His inner, gracebound peace
assuring me I have landed safe within
Now and forever I will Live with Him.
M. Helen Peterson
May 31, 2010
At Lucifer's request
(Lucky Luce, deceived that he
was more than equal w/God)
chose a common table;
cards were all dealt
and Ace was trump high
"Watcha got left God "
'Lucky Luce' hooted with glee
bet it ain’t more than a little deuce or 3?"
Silent and sure
God took his time
then calmly said
"Lucky Luce , your Ace wins..... this time.
But......
we will have another deal soon
to end your pride- planned Design."
So Jesus the Son
was given to Luce
(for LuckyLuce's Ace
couldn't be trumped
by God's unlucky deuce).
Fiends gobbled Son up;
then really cut loose
bloodied Him there
in front of His peers,
nailed Him to that cross
while cussing and shouting
God hating jeers.
"Phew,""HIS Life finally done".
Lucky Luce wildly cavorted,
Insanely screamed,
"Man this is fun."
"But its taken forever and 33 years,
So let's get Him buried
And have a few beers!"
Three Days later at dawning of light,
Once again, The Promise kept right;
The same table chosen; cards again were dealt
Ace again trump high, destiny to be felt.
(Though it didn’t seem to matter
cause Luce’s olde Enemy had already died. )
"Well… watcha got left God?" said mad hatter so snide.
Luce, now happily bored
(tho dealt a low card King) he was not floored;
but cracked his bony knuckles, then said with a fling,
"Got a trump Ace up your sleeve?
Snickering he slobbered and garbled,
"Maybe... corpse Jesus will publicly sing?"
(Now both of them knew
that a low card King will not do
a live Ace must be had
to carry this thru.)
As God unveiled His winning trump Ace
Jesus voice sang out from inner tombgloom
Allelujajoy shining bright , on His glistening face
God had trumped the devil with his deserved boon
an infernal place in a ‘God reserved’ doom.
Caught in God's trap
is that' mad hatter' Luce
proving Heaven e'er wins
those pieces of time
when all hell still breaks loose.
M. Helen Peterson 5-2010
Lovely Christ ,Our eternal trump Card
Played the trump card
That Glorious Morning!
Resurrection! Eternal Life!
All evil overcome then and forever!
Evil bothering now?
by faith Remember
(if loser wants to overcome)
Play His trump card
Believe His risen Son
Who, in His time
Holding forth His trumpcard,
Ever wins for us
Our temptationfight!
Christ is risen as He said!
Rejoice!
and again I say,
Rejoice!
M. Helen Peterson,
Resurrection Sunday, April 4, 2010
ragged, raging souls
tattered, tittering thots
battered, embittered minds
tortured, anxious ones
twisting in uneasy, icy lifewinds-
I rest my case
Still, listening heart reassured
"without Him I can do nothing-
with Him all things are possible"
blessed knowing 'ahas'
break forth like trumpet blasts-
pealing 'now I understand"
once forbbidding Red Seatimes
enemy pursuing then struck dead
seeing a path like magic open
comes fresh Godcourage G ospelgiven
watching awestruck ; one by one
sindead, hard kernalled manseeds-
Christtouched,unfolding into rich, eternal Lifeflowers
M. Helen Peterson
Febuary 6, 2010
here I sit sane and sound
happy to be
on the grassy river bank
towelled off and squeaky clean
presentable to both God and brother
rescued time and again
to live a saner life
on the right ChristLife track
an improved, authenic Life
joyfilled, back on the genuine track
suffering does that you know.
the filthy prodigal changes his old tune
and sings authenic, reallife songs
moved from outer pigpen phony,grungelife
to the inner Godplace of Real Life.
Histrack the real deal.
M. Helen Peterson
Febuary 4, 2010
