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Contemplations by the Shore
Contemplations by the Shore
As I sat on the shore and looked out over the sea, I thought to myself the following: Go about your day, not seeing your neighbor as he or she is now, but as though your interaction with them is one of hundreds of daily causal actions effecting them, spurning them on to the best they could possibly be. Remember, your fellow persons have a built-in proclivity to failure. We will disappoint, we…
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Damaged and Restored
This poem started out from a place of deep pain after my father-in-law passed away. It weaves the rest of its way through the painful weeks and months to follow. Finally, it ends with blessed clarity.
Integral mental checks relay: Mind breaking; no thoughts will allay My tears. If I’m a faucet, the floor’s a drain. Chaos is in every corner of my brain. Seeing, feeling, the death of loves so dear. Each one bringing me into a trap of fear. The last ten years of my life sporadically spent Feeling sheer pain when they were wrent. I am reminded each day as I limp along, By the one who began the…
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Silence
***There is a semi-detailed annotation following the main body of this piece of writing. If you have any inclination to better understand this piece, then I encourage you to read it.*** Silence ...............(06/25/21) I have forgotten my song. Lost its melody back there. Silence fills the void Where sounds once dwelled. Empty I walk, pathless, in fear. All while assuming An uncharted course…
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A Writer’s Grief
“I have all these thoughts in my head with no will to write them, but I assure you, they must find their way out.”When I accept the night is at its darkest, that there is no hope to be found on earth; that is when I look to heaven.I cannot think clearly, let alone write, when entering into trials of grief, turmoil, trouble, or pain. Like plunging from high cliffs into deep pools of swirling, dark…
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Behold
The King stepped down from His throne, Taking on our skin and bone, Yes, to assure we’d never be alone, More so, to rescue by our sins atone. Your slain Lamb is missing a tombstone. God, building in our chest, His holy home, Lining up our edges to The Cornerstone. Blood bought people, prized as God’s own.
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She is autumn and I am winter. As she walks away  I pine for her.  My icy reach covering her beauty With frost-bitten tears.
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Jesus
Originally shown at Woodland Park Baptist Church’s Student Ministry Summer Camp on July 18, 2022. __ Written and narrated by Jesse Estes Animated by Jesse Estes __ Credit to:  Stock Images and Footage from https://www.Videezy.com  Music used from https://www.FesliyanStudios.com
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For the Choirmaster - A song for those who are close to despair.
Be still, you who are being saved. Fall into the arms of Him, who is your stay.
For the Rescuer of souls Has brought you out upon His shoals.
Out of many dark waters you were snatched. In your Redeemer’s grasp you are latched
With the key He won at Calvary. And from His love you will never leave.
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Cease Striving
Where have I toiled to take Christ’s place? So often I labor in His space of grace.
Why must I shackle to my wrist The very works I know to resist?
Why do I strive for a stamp marked: approved? When it is Jesus’ death that finally removed
Eternal punishment for my life of sin. So in His resurrection power, daily begin;
For in Christ, alone, my work is denied, And my righteous-standing He supplied.
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Death of Self
New poem, "Death of Self", on my website. Hope you can be encouraged by it today!
Self is my name. Pride is my game. Oh, what a game I should lose And not that I would choose. But Christ conquers me By His work at Calvary! Now daily that flesh should fail, By His Spirit’s sword impale.
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Prison of Sin
No longer enslaved by that Master, Sin…
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Oyarsa Malacandra
This is the second piece I've written as a part of an anthology of poems based on C.S. Lewis' Ransom Trilogy.
Many a name have I been given. Malacandra, Mars, and Ares are three…
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Doubting the Dawn
The darkest day of all now past. But future ‘s looking grim. We thought he was messiah at last Turns out it wasn’t him.
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Darkest Day
A poem for Good Friday.
The world has been turned upside down For at midday in our ancient town
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Ransom
Here I walk, A wanderer, alone Sojourning in a country That I cannot call home.
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Every faculty you have, your power of thinking or of moving your limbs from moment to moment, is given you by God. If you devoted every moment of your whole life exclusively to His service you could not give Him anything that was not in a sense His own already. So that when we talk of a man doing anything for God or giving anything to God, I will tell you what it is really like. It is like a small child going to its father and saying, ‘Daddy, give me a sixpence to buy you a birthday present.’
Mere Christianity (via cslewisthoughts)
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