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John 11: 35

What if our God was crying? He HAS; and oft.; I'm sure, John's Gospel, 11: 35 "Jesus wept", Jerusalem, o'er. He grieves and cries when children, By adults, are abused, Their innocence, it's stolen, Emotionally bruised. He wept when watching His son, While on that rugged cross, Though three days later, when He rose I'm sure, tears of rejoice. He weeps, when people listening To all His Love, bestowed, STILL choose to go their own way, Reject that His blood, flowed. He wept, - though not recorded, When Eve, that fruit did eat Of knowledge 'good and evil' And satan, man, did cheat.
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Tears of God

I DO believe th’Almighty DOES shed some tears of grief Whene’er we turn our backs on His LOVE and His belief. However experience shows He ready is, and WILL Receive us back to His fold When before Him, we’re still. We’ve read how, in the Bible O’er Jerusalem, HE wept And yet STILL loved 'the people’ At THAT, HE is adept. The shortest verse in Bible, John 'leven, thirty five, With just two words, depicts it, He wept, while still alive. Forgiveness TOO, He’s mastered At THAT, we fall way short, We MAY, forgive,- but forget? THAT is so hard to court. Though He can tears of JOY show Whenever WE decide, To turn our lives around and In HIS way, we abide.

Nelma

  Should never tell a lady’s age, E’en when it does excel, Though oft’ ’tis said, by bard and sage, Permission’s given, to tell. The year in question, ’35,  The nineteen hundreds, too, A newborn babe did breathe her first, She did arrive, on cue. Delighted parents said ‘’At last, A gift, from God above, A beautiful, adoring child,  One we can truly love’’.  Her childhood, teen years, disappeared,  Her working years, flew fast, Retirement  beckoned , in a blink,  And quite soon, MORE had past. ’Tis hard t’believe, those eons vast, Have rapidly, flown by, So now, together, we unite  And greetings, amplify.  So HAPPY BIRTHDAY Nelma,  You’re loved by all around, Your 'Generations' family Send greetings, that abound.

Run Shay Run

Initialised by the story below. My son had trouble walking, Faulty co-ordination, Inclusion, NOT rejection Welcomed, no agitation. While out for stroll in parkland, A baseball game in play, By guys, knew situation, Would they include my Shay? He'd asked me IF they'd let him, Deep down, I sensed they'd not, As caring dad, with caution, Did ask, response, I got. "We're losing by six runs just now, Eighth innings NOW, but wait, We'll try to let him bat the ninth, Can't do much worse now, mate" Shay struggled to the team bench, Donned team shirt, smile SO wide, MY eyes were sopping wet now, My heart, for team, had pride. Ninth inning, Shay did don a glove, In right field, he did play, His joyous smile, ACCEPTANCE, Though no hits came his way. At bottom of ninth inning, His team did score anew, Two outs and bases loaded, Would Shay know what to do? Would team decide to block him So win the game, they could? Compassion, shown towards him Displayed a CARING...

Lily Pads

 Lily pads cover the pond Some flowers a-sprouting too, All that's missing, - Toad or frog, To croak "hello" to you. How do they float on water face? 'Tis 'optical illusion', They're 'ttached to stems with roots down deep, To give your first conclusion. The leaves look fragile laying there, As if they'd sink, with weight, Though aqua reptiles, ready tongues, Like hungry reprobate, Upon the leaf-pads settle, Not worried, they'd collapse, Instead, they choose their menu As passing fliers, entraps.

The prayer-bar of soap

Some people, when they change their life To follow Creator God, They quickly 'fall' to sin again, And need a nudging prod To take a step back, start anew,  Oft times rededicate Their lives to Him, with promises To live His way, so great. Rededication, though, is not A real necessity, Just think, whene'er we work the land And then come in, for tea. We WASH the dirt that is ingrained Into the pores of hand, Then start afresh to rectify To do that which was planned And so within the life of man Whene'er we fall, to sin, Rededication's not required Re-let our Saviour in. All that's required is contrite heart, Forgiveness, ask, from Him, So reDEVOTE yourself to Him Just as you did before Then continue with strength and trust, 'till you reach Heavens door,

Personal Choice

{ composed within a few minutes after a letter about political choice, on the 'All Poetry' site } No matter WHAT the answer Please use REALITY, For th'answer WILL be different For him, her, thee or me. Depending on your background, The way that you were raised, Will show that politicians Should be condemned or praised. If you believe they're useless And just a waste of space, You'll want to give 'tongue lashing' Then put them in their place. On t'other hand if praise be Awarded from your tongue Then glory, praise and hoour From your lips will be strung.

Least said, Soonest mended

My parents often did repeat To all their children, six, If we, bick’ring incessantly, Those older, got their kicks By tormenting the young ’uns Too young, up to them, stand,  And often played ’seniority’  To get the upper hand.  Though parents, did their duty,  Protecting ‘litters runt’  As lioness, her offspring hid,  When fleeing those who’d hunt.  Some one always did want ‘last word’,  It meant, to them, they’d won,  However, mum or dad stepped in  To quench the ‘older’ fun.  When they did halt the ‘torment’,  And hence, the older’s ‘fun’  Their interceding, final,  And when they spoke, ’twas done.   They loved them all so equally, The younger brood, defending “Least said, Soonest mended  Nothing said needs no mending”

Memory Recall

  I often think of people I've known throughout my years, From school days, church and social, Wheree'r my memory steers.  Folk, I got to work with, Within my various jobs, But since have lost all contact, And memory recall, robs Their name, OR their description, To faces, comes  no name, Then names appear from nowhere, But faces?, nothing came. And think, am I a memory, Have they, me too, forgot? Do I have space in their mind, E'en just a little spot? And THEN, I think Eternally, If I in Heaven, them see, Will I  full recognition Have there? and THEM, for me? Will we recall Earths travels, Times, we, t'gether, did share ? Or have no earthly memories, And at their faces stare? response. -   https://christianityfaq.com/will-we-know-each-other-in-heaven/

Love Actually.

Did watch, tonight, a movie, The title, as above, Last scene, it was emotional, Where folk were showing love. The scene, it was an airport Folk reunited, were, My thoughts went towards Heaven, With MANY loved ones there. Then how, when we do get there, Connect with folk long gone, Both friends and also family, We'll be, where we belong. Though WON'T be just short greeting, "Twill be ETERNALLY, And NEVERMORE be parted, 'Twill be 'LOVE, ACTUALLY'.