My Flower Garden

Poetry from the pen of WebDeb.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

The Father’s Plea
All I ever wanted was for you to love me
Not by coercion or without will, but freely for you to love me.
All I ever wanted was for you to love me as sweetly as I have loved you.
I gave you the rays of the sun for your light And the softer beams of the moon for
your night,
I scattered the twinkling stars abroad to show you how far I would goto demonstrate
my love for you.
All I ever wanted was for you to love me as sweetly as I have loved you.
I gave you the dew upon the earth to moisten the greenery fair and the colorful petals of flowers so rare to
show you how much I care that you were surrounded by beauty and truth.
All I ever wanted was for you to love me as sweetly as I have loved you.
I gave you my presence in the garden there and walked in the cool breeze of evening
enjoying you and your
maiden fair to show you how much I care that you were surrounded by
beauty and truth.
All I ever wanted was for you to love me as sweetly as I have loved you.
When sin interfered with our fellowship sweet, I decided right then and right there
that I would send you a message clear of how I wanted you to love me.
Instead of receiving the beauty and truth of the message of my dear son,
You reject Him for pleasures on earth that will never bring beauty or truth.
Yet all I ever wanted was for you to love me as sweetly as I have loved you.


Ecclesiastes 12:13 (Amplified)13All has been heard; the end of the matter is: Fear God [revere and worship Him, knowing that He is] and keep His commandments, for this is the whole of man [the full, original purpose of his creation, the object of God's providence, the root of character, the foundation of all happiness, the adjustment to all inharmonious circumstances and conditions under the sun] and the whole [duty] for every man.


Revelation 3:19-21 (KJV)19As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent. 20Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. 21To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.

Monday, March 14, 2005

A Baby Girl

A Baby Girl

A baby girl has come today
To touch your life in her own way
Her smile will brighten your darkest day
And her laughter will chase all your sorrow away.

Her tears will cause your heart to mourn
And her mischief will make you all forlorn
But when she climbs upon your knee
Your heart will melt and scorn will flee.

You'll teach her to follow your faith until
She comes of an age to voice her will
then you'll guide her in the path that's straight
And show her the way to the Pearly Gate.

If she is wise, this path she will follow
But if she is not, your soul will wallow
In deep and dreadful days of prayer
For the heart of a parent can't help but care.

There are choices that you must make
For a little girl's life is now at stake
It's your decision to lead the way
For a baby girl has come today.

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In honor of the birth of
Grace Danielle

by Debra Motte (with John's help)

Saturday, March 05, 2005

The Flowers of Texas

The flowers of Texas are special to me simply because God made them.

He scattered their beauty across the expanse of an otherwise seemingly wasteland

To prove to the scoffers that He is Creator of all of the flowers that be

Not just for our pleasure but also to show us that He exists in all that we see.

His presence is there in that vast expanse of wasteland and beauty so rare

And all that behold it could never deny the Creator is really out there.

Over mountain and plain and rocky plateaus it is not so hard to tell

That God is working His greatness to show to all those destined for hell.

He calls to them daily in sunrise and rain, through beautiful flowery sprays

That open and close at His beckoning and lift their petals in praise.

It is only mankind that doesn't see the marvelous works of God

In such a dry and desert place, He places the most fertile sod.

New Life

NEW LIFE

I SOUGHT FOR WISDOM,
BUT FOUND NONE
UNTIL I OPENED MY HEART
TO THE CRUCIFIED ONE.

MY BLINDED EYES WERE MADE TO SEE
WHEN HIS HOLY SPIRIT CAME TO ME.
THE WORLD HAD NEW MEANING,
MY HEART WAS AGLOW;
AND NOW HIS WISDOM HAS HELPED ME TO KNOW
THAT LIFE WITHOUT CHRIST IS EMPTY AND VAIN...
...LIKE A WITHERED FLOWER IN NEED OF THE RAIN.

IF YOU, TOO, ARE SEARCHING WITH A NEED TO KNOW...
OPEN YOUR HEART...
THEN YOU WILL GROW.

(written in celebration of my 21st spiritual birthday, 1997)

Family

A man works from sun to sun
Or so the saying goes
But a woman's work is never done
Said someone once who knows
That men and women each share a part
Of keeping the family together.

But thinking about this day to day
My mind was filled with wondering
Of whether this was good or bad
So I went on pondering
The essence of men and women and
Why they need each other

The woman offers her essence fair
To her knight in shining armor,
The man offers his will to care
For the maiden and her honor.
Together they unite, thus the marriage institution
If children come, their presence completes
The family constitution.

The years then come, the years then go
The family passes on the faith, the love, the fervor
Of the loved ones they've once known
The generations after and all who've gone before
Remember love and laughter
And pass it on once more.

Genesis 3:18, 23 - 24

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The sky is endless,
It's without reproach.
For the things it presents,
Like Life, Love, and Hope.

From the book of Romans,
Man is without excuse,
For not worshipping Him,
In all Beauty and Truth.

Because of creation,
Man has always seen.
The hope that's inside him,
Comes out in each dream.

The Truth we suppress,
Its not that we don't know.
God is alive!
And His hope we can show.

Some sinners will come,
That's what the Word says.
Let's preach it's message,
God isn't dead.

He's alive!
He's alive!
The men rejoice in heaven.
God's glory is shown.
He's Alive!

By John M.

The Lotus Flower

The lotus flower is a lovely plant
That blooms from murky waters
Her roots grow deep
And leaves sprout forth
As banners in the battle.
She will not be defeated by
The darkness that surrounds her
For her blossoms bring beauty
To the waters around her.

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Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity. Ecclesiastes 11:7-8

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The pure white lotus flower, the only plant to fruit and flower simultaneously, emerges from the depths of the muddy swamp.

Growing from the mud at the bottom of ponds and streams, the exquisite Lotus flower rises above the water and is usually white or pink with 15 or more oval, spreading petals, and a peculiar, flat seedcase at its center.

The lotus is an Asian water lily known for the delicate beauty of its water flowers. It possesses an amazing ability to flourish in a variety of environments ranging from clear ponds to muddy marshes. It is also known for its exceptionally hearty seed pods, which often plant themselves far from its source, bringing the beauty of the lotus blossoms everywhere.

Most seeds remain quiescent during a cold or dry season and germinate only with the coming of favorable growing conditions. Seeds that require special treatment to germinate, even when presented with adequate water and oxygen and favorable temperatures, are said to exhibit dormancy. Seeds with thick or waxy coats, which inhibit the entry of water and oxygen, may remain in a prolonged quiescent state. Seeds of the Indian lotus can germinate 200 years after they are shed. Most seeds, however, lose the ability to germinate within several years of shedding. Following the return of the rains, primitive peoples witnessed the rise of the undefiled water lily from the bottom of dried-up watercourses and considered the living blooms symbols of immortality and resurrection.

The Christmas Present

wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying amongst the hay
came the little Christ -child
with mankind forever to stay
not a child forever, but forevermore to be
the Savior of all men who as children come to Thee

He chose to come in humility
of birth and life and death
and promises to give us
eternal life and rest
if we will choose to live as He
abiding in humility

The Choice

Twixt heaven and hell I stood at the gate
Viewing the Savior, I decided to wait.
How could those nails determine my fate?
With outstretched hand, He uncovered the scars
That suffered for me there on that cross.
Still I decided to ignore the choice to be made,
Living my life like one big tirade of pleasure and vice.

Today I stood at the gate once again.
This time He said "I find no pleasure in him."
I asked, "Don't you know me?"
He replied, "I do not!"
"But Lord I was here once, saw the scars in your hands.
Your eyes full of mercy, you offered your plan."
"But child, you rejected that plan for your life."
"Now the only payment for your sin will be a great price."
"Where once I might have your Savior been,
You chose the devil, the deceiver of men.
Now there is no sacrifice for your sin."

At once I awakened, chilled by the fright
Of the terrible fate of my soul that night.
I bowed my head and cried, "Lord, I repent."
"My life, for you Lord, will be fully spent."

Salvation

Save me, she cried
I am sinking into
The clutches of despondency and despair
Racked with pain and
Hopelessness
My soul lingers there.

She cried to her friends
But no answer was found
For the despondent despair
That plunged her soul down.
Their answer to her was
We are going to town.

She cried to her lover
But he did not hear
The pain in her soul,
He could only hover
And say to his wife
Cheer up, my dear.

She cried to her Savior
Then He reached way down
To pull her soul up
From the pit
Where He found
Her lonely soul lingering.

And after her Savior had pulled her soul up
She found that He had
Taken the cup
Of all her despondency and despair
And drank it all down
He left nothing there.

There was nothing for her
But righteousness now
Not hers, but His
She doesn’t know how
But He cleansed her and
Saved her and taught her to pray.

Now her soul looks upward
But not from the pit
She looks toward His coming
She’s not scared of it
She walks with Him homeward
More closely each day.

And all she desires is to walk in His way.

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1 I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined unto me and heard my cry. 2 He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. 3 And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord. Psalm 40:1-3

The Ressurection

The words of Jesus proclaim,
Through the power of His mighty name,
In His glory and His fame,
Will rise on the third day!

When the death had come,
No hope was left for the one,
Christ Jesus who was named the Son,
Will rise on the third day!

The days seemed long,
And no passing of men was strong,
For the Son of man to whom all belonged,
Would rise on the third day!

They all did hide,
They ran inside,
For fear that He would not abide,
Or rise on the third day.

But the day was now coming,
When one would soon go running,
To the place where He be stunning,
And would rise on the third day.

Deity shown ‘round about Him,
Glory rang within without Him,
No longer did the many doubt Him,
Who rose on the third day!

This all did show the signs of Thee,
All could see his deity,
Because of this man was now free,
He rose on the third day!

By John Motte

Opportunity Lost

My friend died last Sunday. She was found on the floor,
Still in her nightgown in front of the door.
The news saddened me, I cried when I heard
And the lump in my throat quickly silenced my words.
All I kept thinking was of things left undone,
Opportunity Lost for showing once more
How much she was loved because of God's Son.
The last time I saw her, my words were not kind
Now remorse swells within and no comfort I find.
Her life is now gone, we will see her no more
Until, we too, leave this earth for Heaven's bright shore.

In memory of Diane Berkey who departed this life on October 10, 2004 at age 71.

27 And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment: 28 So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation.

Learning Russian

The Russian alphabet
Is hard to read
For foreigners like me
They take our P, call it an R
Our H is N you see.
Our C, an S; our B, a V
Now I am so confused.
But when I say the alphabet
The Russians are amused.

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10 And Moses said unto the LORD, O my Lord, I am not eloquent, neither heretofore, nor since thou hast spoken unto thy servant: but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue. 11 And the LORD said unto him, Who hath made man's mouth? or who maketh the dumb, or deaf, or the seeing, or the blind? have not I the LORD? 12 Now therefore go, and I will be with thy mouth, and teach thee what thou shalt say. Exodus 4:10-12

Jesus' Love

Jesus loved with a love Divine
He healed this sinful soul of mine.
His mercy so gentle, His grace so kind -
No where else this love I find.
All other loves demand some price
But Jesus gave the Sacrifice
To allow a sinful wretch like me
To live wih Love for eternity.
This Love Divine Saw my pain
And offered Himself that I might gain
An eternal home forever with Him
Away from this world with its shadows dim
To praise Him forever with the Seraphim.


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Galatians 2:20-21

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.

I do not frustrate the grace of God: for if righteousness come by the law, then Christ in dead in vain.

Black

Freckled face. Red air. Green eyes. White skin. Female.
However, without the black pupils in my eyes I could never read the posts on "black" and"white".

Lovely black pupils. Big pupils that see clearly without glasses.

Christian pupils. Sees only two kinds of people in this world -- saved and lost. There are no other differences that count in terms of eternity.

Moral pupils. Discerns right from wrong based on the black covered Holy Bible.

FWB pupils. Sees things from an Armenian view.

Mother's pupils. Sees behind my head.

Wife's pupils. Reads betwen the lines.

Friend's pupils. Always sees the best. Sees when you have lost your song and sings it back to you.

Pianist's pupils. Sees the black dots on the lines and spaces. Makes beautiful music.

Nurse's pupils. Differentiates between pink, granulation In a wound bed and black eschar. Views patient's pupils for equality of size, reactive to light/accomodation - PERLA!

Reader's pupils. Sees the black letters form into words on the white page. Changes individual letters and words into communities of phrases, paragraphs, chapters, and volumes.

Black. surrounded by green and white. Lovely pupils that help me to see God's world clearly.

Black pupils. Without them everything would be black.

Amusement

While wondering why inquisitively
I started to ponder deliberately
Considering all previous meditation
My mind wandered idly about
Until the conclusion my idle mind came to
Was that all wanderers should somehow adhere to
The consideration that meditation
Is a deliberate ponderance of wonder.

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23 Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life. 24 Put away from the a froward mouth, and perverse lips put far from thee. 25 Let thine eyes look right on, and let thine eyelids look straight before thee. 26 ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be established. 27 Turn not to the right hand nor to the left; remove thy foot from evil.

Proverbs 4:23-27

What Debbie Means to Me

Debbie means Industrious Bee
And, as for me, I will have to agree
For I am her husband and this I see.
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She flits and she flies, always running on high
From flower to flower, not a one of them gets by.

She leaves each flower with her personal touch
Each flower agrees...they all love her so much.

For each flower then blooms and opens so wide
To receive all she has and in her love they abide.

For she loves all the flowers that grow in her garden
Each one is different and yet never forgotten.

For the flowers, you see, are just you and just me,
Her friends, her neighbors, and other flowers in need.

No matter the cost or the sacrifice she makes
Because of her, each flower looks great.

The flowers all bloom and are as lovely as can be
For Debbie, you see, means Industrious Bee.

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Written for me by my husband for Christmas 2004 and presented in a very lovely frame. The best Christmas present ever........

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My Flower Garden

I have a flower garden
Within this heart of mine
Consisting of the friends I've known
Throughout my whole lifetime
These flowers have bloomed
With petals so rare
And fragrance so sweet,
It still fills the air
Around me whenever I think of my friends
And the times we have shared.

The seasons of friendship have come and have gone
The bloom that remains is the love we have known.
Through laughter and tears we each have grown
In love for each other and the Christ on the throne.

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Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place. 15For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish: 16To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things? 17For we are not as many, which corrupt the word of God: but as of sincerity, but as of God, in the sight of God speak we in Christ.

2 Corinthians 2:14-17

Yes to the Rain

The Yearning Earth Succombed to the rain.
Noone noticed the parched, dry land soak it up until the
earth could take no more and the flood gates opened.


My soul, like the parched earth, said Yes to the Lord
and I was filled to overflowing, like the dry land that became an
oasis in the desert, providing living water to all who would stop
and drink.

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And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely." Rev. 22:17


He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water." John 7:38

New Life

I SOUGHT FOR WISDOM,
BUT FOUND NONE
UNTIL I OPENED MY HEART
TO THE CRUCIFIED ONE.

MY BLINDED EYES WERE MADE TO SEE
WHEN HIS HOLY SPIRIT CAME TO ME.
THE WORLD HAD NEW MEANING,
MY HEART WAS AGLOW;
AND NOW HIS WISDOM HAS HELPED ME TO KNOW
THAT LIFE WITHOUT CHRIST IS EMPTY AND VAIN...
...LIKE A WITHERED FLOWER IN NEED OF THE RAIN.

IF YOU, TOO, ARE SEARCHING WITH A NEED TO KNOW...
OPEN YOUR HEART...
THEN YOU WILL GROW.

(written in celebration of my 21st spiritual birthday, 1997)

Welcome to my flower garden.

Welcome to my blogspot. This is the spot I like to post the poetry I have written. I have another blogspot for posting contemplative thoughts (and some uncontemplative ones.)

I hope you stop by frequently to read a while. Be sure to post your comments, good or bad, they are all welcome.