Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Blankets Of Beauty, My Brand New Poem!!

(Written August 18, 2009)
Blankets of Beauty,
Enfolding the Earth in multi-colored hues,
Crocheted from quiet waiting seeds
By the sun and softly gentle falling rains.
I want to leave them like that forever,
But all too soon they are havested by human hands,
Their beauty turned into barren empty brown dirt.
If left alone, they rot, a sign again that this world is imperfect.
I long for the bright fields of Heaven,
Roses and other flowers whose beauty never fades,
Who sing praises to Our Lord Jesus,
By their brightness and beauty alone.
One day I will join them, in a new body that will never die,
Forever at peace, my pain and struggles over, resting and rejoicing in Him,
with all the Heavenly Host I will sing His Praises forevermore

By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

My Poetry 11: Sometimes

(Written October 15, 2008)
Sometimes I'm so impatient
In such a hurry to get where I'm going...
I forget Your Word "Be Still"
Sometimes I can't find something important and get frantic...
I forget the other half of Your Word "And Know That I Am God."
Sometimes I struggle with trials and temptations
Willing to do almost anything
To silence the pain, loneliness, and emptiness trials can bring...
The answer isn't in addictions, giving into temptation or sin.
Our emptiness can only be satisfactorily filled by Your Love.
Your Healing is the only balm to emotional pain
and sometimes -- we are meant to suffer for a short time -- for our own spiritual good.
Your Loving Presence eases our loneliness.
The answer is to trust, fight the good fight, win the race and rest in You.
Knowing that temptation always has a way out and our restless hearts find their best rest in You.
No matter what happens in our lives -- You still reign -- fear not You whisper in Your Word so many times.
You are with us always -- even unto the end of the world.
Help us to trust Your Loving Care and let it cast out all our fears.
Thank You and Praise You, Loving God, for Your Loving Care.

Monday, August 10, 2009

My Poetry 10: You Carry Me Through The Storms Of Life

(Written February 21, 2008)
You Carry Me Through The Storms Of Life

When the sun rises and I'm in the midst of storms too powerful for me,
You call, compassionately,
Encouraging me to lay my burdens on Your Broad Shoulders
When I do, exhausted from a sleepless night
You give me Your Light Yoke to carry,
Then You raise me up with Your
Tender Compassion, Love, and Comfort and
I have the strength to serve You another day.

You never fail me Lord Jesus, and I'm so grateful that
You are always there
That You called my name when I was lost in darkness and
Invited me into Your Own Wonderful Light
I rejoice in You and trust in Your Love,
and I will forever!

When the day comes that I walk into Your Kingdom meeting
Our Father, You and the Holy Spirit,
Then shall we soar together forever Jesus,
On Eagles Wings,

By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone!!

My Poetry 9: Surrounded By Angels Without Wings

(Written Nov 18th, 2007)
Surrounded By Angels Without Wings
We are all here to serve Him,
But as I see the talents of my precious
Brothers and Sisters, I feel their love and,
I'm just a King's kid
Serving the best I can among His Angels of Fellowship,
His Angels of Compassion
Humbled mightily by the Jesus I
see in each of your shining faces
The Jesus I feel in each loving embrace
The willingness to pray if I'm in trouble
Humbles me most of all
The child who was hurt cries
"Who am I to be prayed for and loved?"
I answer, "Who am I not to be?"
Jesus died for all of us including me
I'm here for you
To share a laugh or two
Or to weep and pray
Each day I hold each of you in my
thoughts and heart
I pray for you knowing we're never really apart
Hearts connected and entwined
In His Compassionate Heart
For eternity in
The Kingdom of His Love.

By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and For His Glory Alone.

My Poetry 8: You Didn't Have To Come

(Written Nov 6th, 2007)
You Didn't Have To Come

I'm awed and so thankful to you Jesus
I don't know Lord when Our Father gave His Plan to You
But You could have looked into the future
Have seen those who would revile instead of revere
Who would hate instead of love You
You could have seen the horrible crimes and sins
Some of us have done as humanity
Have shaken Your Head and said "No, they aren't worth the saving, find another way if You must."
That dark night in the Garden
When Your disciples slept
and our mutual enemy showed You all the sins
that ever had, and ever would be committed
by us as humanity.
You could have just said "Father take this cup from me,"
Instead of saying it and submitting to His Will in Your next sentence.
No one of us would have blamed You.
The Pharisees' scorn,
The crowd's cruel demand to crucify
The scourge's brutal lashes
The agony of nails through Your Hands
That only touched in Healing and Love,
Through Your Feet that walked only
to deliver Your Message of Peace and Love for others
Your gift of Salvation so simple and free
There are still those who say "I'm going to Hell and that's fine with me."
My heart shudders and weeps with You
Do they really know what they are saying?
What awaits them?
I'm alive for only one thing
To do what You and Our Father want me to do
To arrive in Heaven having accomplished His Purpose
For my life here, and to have truly loved
That's the future I hold most dear.

By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and For His Glory Alone.

My Poetry 7: After A Long Night, The Freshness Of Morning

(Written September 25th, 2007)
After A Long Night, The Freshness Of Morning

When the darkness creeps in at sunset and,
All creatures of day grow still
We weep as Christians at our sins,
Our falling short
O but if we turn towards Him,
In the sincerity of a repentant heart
He turns and faces us
Cleansing us of all unrighteousness
We are new again
As the sun rises every morning
so it is with His Mercy
Robed in righteousness
Free as any eagle to soar
A New Creation
Whom the Son sets free,
Is free indeed
So turn sweet sister, sweet brother
His Arms of Loving Mercy are
Ready to enfold you
Don't listen to the accuser
For those who are sincerely repentant and
Sorrowful He will not spurn
You will be one with the Kingdom again
Come soar with me at break of day
Rejoicing in His Mercy and Faithfulness
Great is Thy Faithfulness, O Lord Our God

By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and For His Glory Alone.

My Poetry 6: Lifelong Wine

Dedicated to Drew Strickland, whose sermon September 23 was the inspiration

(Written September 23, 2007)
Lifelong Wine
When I cry out to Jesus `Lord, I have no more wine`
He hears my cry and the springs of living water in my soul are transformed; into the new wine of fresh inspiration, fresh hope, and fresh strength for the journey of a life lived in service to Him.

The new wine is His Loving Presence transformed into what we need spiritually for the journey in that moment.

What joy there shall be at the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, when we shall all soar, filled forever with the New Wine, united to His Loving Presence with Our Father and the Holy Spirit Forevermore.

By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God’s Blessing and,
For His Glory Alone.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

My Poetry 5: Elf Dreams

(Written June 8, 2009)
Elf Dreams
I am a child sleeping and still,
Lost in JRR Tolkien's magic world,
Leaves Of Lorien, or perhaps the Green Wood, Legolas's home
before into dark Mirkwood it became,
Have become my hair
Orcs don't see me,
As my arrows fly stealthily
Into their dark hearts
I peek into fair Mirror Mere,
Innocently for in this dream I am a child,
unskilled in the ways of magic
given to archery, mirth and verse
but I do see my future
An Elven maiden fair and archer beyond compare,
Legolas alone bests me in skill,
Beside Legolas I ride
On noble Rainbow Dreams my loyal steed.
We are off to adventure and war
Battling against Mordor and Sauron,
With Gandalf The White and Gentle Noble Aragorn leading us.
When old and gray and weary I grow, off to the Grey Havens I will go,
That land few non-elven folk know, only those most noble, most deserving of reward
There will I rest on that far off shore
Remembered afterwards only in legend forevermore.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
and For His Glory Alone.

My Poetry 4: Sonset

(written May 26, 2009.)
Day draws to a close
Son of Man and Our Father God
Gently paint the sky in glowing light
Perhaps the pathway to Heaven is the reflection on the water
It looks like a pathway home
Sunrises remind us of His Mercy
Sunsets remind me of Good Friday
Though it seemed so dark that terrible day
The Light of the World merely rested in the Earth
His Light never quenched just as the sun
never will stop rising as long as Earth exists
Though the night seems dark and long
The sun bursts through the darkness to bring us light.
Just as when we became Christians,
The Light of The World
Rose in our hearts removing all our darkness
How beautiful this is
How my heart bursts with joy that this is.
Beautiful that the mountain also is bathed in light
It means that through all the mountains of trial, heartache, and pain
we must face in this life He is with us as
He promised we are never alone
He never leaves us nor forsakes us
As the sunlight caresses the mountain,
So His Arms caress us gently with caring and concern
Giving us the strength for another day.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
and For His Glory Alone.

My Poetry 3: End Of Travelling Sweet Delight

(Written May 5, 2009)
End Of Travelling Sweet Delight
My love, my only one,
We have travelled far from our winter resting place,
Some of our friends and their fragile wings have not made it so far
We rest breathlessly on beauty,
Flowers colours mingled beneath our own,
How sweet to once more be warm and safe in springtime,
Soon we must once more gather food
Oh my love, my only one,
What joy to fly with thee,
Though the perils be many,
Especially in late fall and winter
It is worth it all to fly at your side,
Drinking in your fragile beauty for love of thee.
Ready for summer, we rest for this precious time,
Before the busyness of life once more makes us fly
My love and joy surround thee, love of my life, rest with me.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And for His Glory Alone.

N.B.: This was my May Poetry Challenge Entry at my poetry site owned by a friend -- I won!

My Poetry 2: A Labyrinth Prayer

(Written April 23, 2009)
A Labyrinth Prayer
Standing outside the Labyrinth
Conscious of the sacredness of this place,
This precious sacred time.
I stand burdened helpless troubled but hopeful.
The candles bravely flickering,
Especially those that are nearly giving out,
Inspire me to remember that this world is not completely dark.
I walk the labyrinth in tears until I am ready to let go.
In the center of the labyrinth,
I speak to Mother God and Mother Earth,
Giving my tears to her oceans,
The rocks of my pain to form her mountains,
Beauty from ugliness.
Mother Earth always absorbs our toxins.
In this sad world we as humanity like to hide our hurts,
Grief, and the ugliness of our physical toxins.
We bury our physical toxins in landfills,
And our hurts and grief poison our hearts.
Mother Earth continually restores herself.
If we surrender our emotional hurts and grief,
She restores our hearts bringing beauty from ashes setting us free,
While Father God is filling us with His Peace and His Loving Presence.
We often throw our stones of pain at each other,
Trying to empty and cleanse our hearts.
Oh lay them at the feet of Mother Nature’s volcanoes and
The righteous rage of Her Lava will cleanse them and
Meld them into things of beauty from ashes and ugliness.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God’s Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.

My Poetry 1: Grieving

(Written February 7th, 2009)


My heart is full of tears melting after being frozen into waterfalls after so many years.
A gentle rain finally being let go easing my long buried pain and grief,
even if my tears stay in the clouds of my heart;
Instead of pouring freely down my cheeks
At least I'm feeling the grief and letting it go.
Closed locked doorways are opening
All my losses seem to want to finish and be free at once.
It overwhelms me at times and I feel alone, but
I know You are with me,
Your Arms of Comfort are around me Lord
As they have been so often in my life.
I am so blessed to be Your Daughter
Looking forward to Resurrection Day.
Even now You gently wipe my tears away
How wonderful it will be to have them all wiped away forever on that glorious day.
Frozen waterfalls of tears break our hearts
As glaciers break rocks beneath them.
Only in being released can You finally heal us
Not even leaving a scar behind
These are the broken hearts being restored and healed that are spoken of in Your Word.
Thank You for Your Love, Healing, and Restoration of me Loving Lord my God!

Written By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and For His Glory Alone.