Out of the Sky

[Dreamer]

Some Prose I Wrote That Doesn't Rhyme
But here it is anyway

Out of the blue sky today
A sense of great hope came to me
Where did it come from?
It came from the Lord

I know that I know
My Redeemer lives
How do I know?
He lives within me!

It doesn't matter what anyone around me says!
There's a candle flame in me that will never blow out
That flame says to me:
Don't be startled when others put you down or cajole

They did the same to Me and worse
So don't walk around like you're in a curse (wow, I rhymed!)
Just look to Me
And by faith speak a verse

You've learned to listen,
Christ said to me
Now I'm returning your hope
So you can have strength to follow Me!

Depression is from the devil
Don't let anyone fool you
He roams the earth
Seeking whom he may devour

I don't have to take it personal
When people pick on me
I can pray and let Jesus' gentleness comfort me
I can shine, I can grow, I can HOPE

Seems to me when you've lost hope
You've lost everything
For without hope
There's no faith, no peace, no comfort to be found.

ThankYou, Jesus for restoring the joy of my salvation
In You all joy is found
Help me not to doubt
Help me not to pout

Jesus, Lover of my soul
Please in my life play the main role
Take the driver's seat
Please take control

 

[ladylovesJesus]

hey you rhymed again

Jesus, Lover of my soul
Please in my life play the main role

Very good prose. Did you want this in the poems forum sister?

Such truth in it too.

God bless :rainbow: :rose:

 

[Dreamer]

No, actually I'd be embarrassed for this to be in the poem section as it is just me writing down what I thought.

It's actually a testimony of what happened to me when I started falling into a depression earlier this week---and then I came here and asked for prayer and help and the Lord intervened!

Depression does NOT have to overtake us as believers! Just say No!

Oooooh, I'm getting fired up again.:lightning

 

[Br. Bear]

Thanks for sharing your prose, Dreamer.

While seeking the Lord and wondering why
So many folks seem discontent
And the fruit just passes by

Let's take up our cross and thank God for the gnarly bits that are just right for each of us...appointed by grace, designed by love,

and let us rejoice to be called/deemed worthy to be cross bearers.

I can fully assure you that no other cross would suit us than the one with our name on it....

all we need is to give thanks and rejoice that He knows our needs.

Bless you,

(I think your prose was far more 'poetic')

Br. Bear.

 

[Kingskid]

Dreamer, the exciting thing about God giving you this prose (and it is
beautiful) is that it is full of truth! The compassion and strength of our
Lord comes shining through. Trust me, sister, this is not only for you,
but for many! Thanks for sharing!

Keep writing; this may just be the beginning of many messages to come!

 

[Dreamer]

First of all, Br. Bear, I like your prose very much!

Second of all, Kingskid, you are making me blush, but it is rather pleasant.:embarasse

You know, as a teen, I wrote poems almost every day. I had a huge folder I kept in my closet in my room. (I didn't want my mother to see them.)

One day I got angry (no surprise, I was angry all the time) and destroyed the thick folder of poems.

Since that time I have written prose only when deeply sad or in rare moments. It is good to write prose when I'm full of God's joy.

So much of the prose in my past was dark and angry.

The other day I was talking to Cody02 and he had just written a beautiful poem about Jesus. You can find the poem in the poem forum. Find it and read it.

Anyway, as I was chatting with Cody, I realized that my heart yearned to play around with prose again like I used to. So maybe I will.

 

[Faithin1]

Simply beautiful! Thanks for sharing.