SPIRITUAL SATURDAY~INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ Keep Your Dreams ~ June 18, 2011 by charles Betts
Dreams are more than butterflies that flitter through our mind
Searching for a place to land in hopes they somehow find
The food we all require to sustain our journey every day.
When we believe our dreams, it matters not what others say
It’s the dreams that burn within our heart that keep our soul alive
When times are tough or life gets rough they help us to survive
When the flame becomes a candle, be a beacon on a hill
Wrap your dreams around your heart, they’ll fortify your will
Soar up to the mountains where only eagles dare
Somewhere in the journey you’ll find someone to share
The dreams that burn within your heart and keep your soul alive
When times are tough or life gets rough they’ll help you to survive
While your candle’s burning, you’re the beacon on the hill
That lights the way for others who have somehow lost the will
To keep their dreams alive when their hope is fading fast.
When you learn to share your passion then both your candles last
Butterflies are beautiful, so lovely to behold
Dreams may be impractical, yet they fill our soul
Both of them are needful. We are filled with awe and hope
Each of them in their own way help us all to cope
A Poem By Charles Betts. Feb 9th 2011
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SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Prayer For The Prodigal Son ~ June 11, 2011 by Charles Betts
God of our Fathers. Friend Of Abraham
Creator of all. The great I Am
Who loves and cares for the souls of all
And hears the prayers when His children call
Your eyes we know are everywhere
To watch for those who are in your care
All my life, I’ve by you been blessed
Though yet my soul is sore distressed
My youngest son is still on his own
I only pray he’s not somewhere alone
May the Angels that watch over him be strong
The truth he knows keep him from wrong
I cannot continue to bear this pain
My heart has never known such strain
If only I could hold him in my arms
To know his soul has known no harm
God, does he know how I love him yet
I will forgive him, with no regrets
Though I can’t see him, I know you can
I trust he’s safe and in your kind hands
May he come back before it’s too late
I long to see him come through the gate
Just to know he’s alive and he’s free
God, please, bring him home, safe to me.
I love this poem Charles…maybe it’s because at one time or another we are all prodigal children and it brings me great comfort and reassurance to know that I am loved and forgiven.
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SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ It’s A Good Day ~ June 4, 2011 by Charles Betts
INSPIRATIONAL POEMS
When I wake up each morning and I’m breathing on my own
I know that Jesus loves me and I’m not in this thing alone
It’s a good day
I say a little thank-you prayer and put my feet upon the floor
Get dressed, have my breakfast and head out my front door
It’s a good day
I jump in my old truck and if it starts up first thing
I turn on a gospel station and hear somebody sing
It’s a good day
It’s a good day for me just to know that I am whole
My hope is in His love and I’m aware in my own soul
That no matter what may happen, God is in control
By the time my day is over, someone will be told
Have a good day
As I head on down the road, I have purposed in my mind
As I interact with others, I’ll do my best to be kind
And make it a good day
We can never tell, unless they let us in their heart
Exactly what it is that may be tearing them apart
They need a good day
Everyone needs someone to show them God above
Through gentle acts of kindness or some small act of love
We can make their day
We can make their day more beautiful by what we say or do
Their grey and darkened skies can be turned to clear and blue
When their day is over, they’ll take time to thank God too
Their journey was less arduous because we helped them through
We made their day
If you aren’t having a good day, help someone else to
A Poem by Charles Betts Jan 9th 2011
Thanks Charles…this poem made my day!
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SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Aging ~ May 28, 2011 by Charles Betts
INSPIRATIONAL POEMS
Cruel, hurtful aging
Midnight cries of sorrow
Painful loss of friends
Passing long before
I was willing they should go
Cruel, hurtful aging
Health, memories
Joyful thoughts of youth
Cannot be recalled
Like the things I used to know
Cruel, hurtful aging
Disdain replacing respect
Once sought-for advice
Now mere musings
Or rantings of the disillusioned aged
Cruel, hurtful aging
A process they say
More of a gristmill
Grinding down the strong
Consumed now by rage
Cruel, hurtful aging
You are not now
Nor ever have you been
A friend to those of us
Confined to your control
Cruel, hurtful aging
To be rid of your influence
Is more than just a wish
It is a deep longing
Formed somewhere in my soul
A Poem By Charles Betts Sept. 10th 2007
Charles…what an insightful poem. Aging is not an easy process as you have so aptly pointed out in this inspirational poem. Thanks!
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SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Unkind Words ~ May 7, 2011 by Charles Betts
INSPIRATIONAL POEMS
People say society today is so much more civilized
But the dreams the dreamers dreamed have not been realized
I hear lamenting cries and sorrow from the hearts of the abused
Who simply cannot understand and it leaves them so confused
High on my own wish list is “Peace on earth goodwill to men”
I recall the angels declared the same, as they told the world of Him
Two thousand years ago. So long ago. Have we even changed at all?
The only way I know to change is to answer the Savior’s call
Why are we afraid? Why do we turn away?
Is it too difficult, Too high a price to pay,
To be kind to a neighbour, or a stranger in the way
Or just to be careful in what we do and say?
There’s lots of information. We get smarter every year
But all the education does nothing to ease the fear
The world is filled with hatred for those who don’t think the same
They refuse to believe the angels and will not accept His name
For those of us who have believed, we say He’s in our heart
Let’s care enough to talk with them, help them make a brand new start
Reach out to those around us, perhaps we can repair
The damage that has been done if we show them that we care
Let’s repel the darkness by showing the world the light
The angels sang so loud and clear about that first Christmas night
If you try you’ll be amazed what Christ can do through love
That flows from your life and heart when you submit to God above
So if we really want to see the hatred and anger cease
I believe we Christians must show them the Prince of Peace
If we want to heal the hearts before they have been broken
Remember this “The kindest words sometimes are unkind words unspoken”
A Poem By Charles Betts
Dec 22nd, 2004
Fredericton
A personal note from Charles…I must also say that I thoroughly enjoy your comments along with the others who contribute. You no doubt have gathered from my poems and replies, that words are very important to me. They can do so much, good or evil. I have told a few people over the years that when I am in conversation with someone, I try to never say anything to that person that I would be uncomfortable saying if that person were Jesus Himself. It has been a blessing to me and them. We can both walk away from the situation and be OK with how it went. To me, it matters not if they deserve or appreciate it, I know we both needed it and God can use the situation to His advantage.
I believe with all my heart that when our conversation is handled thus, then God can speak to that person’s heart after we are apart and they begin to wonder, what just happened? How could someone maintain such composure? In this way God can speak to them when we cannot, long after our conversation is done. It took years of practice and much grace, but like the scripture says, ” The grace of God teaches us”. I have been taught. For some I can only say as I used to say to my children, ” a lesson taught is not always a lesson learned”.
Thank you Charles. You have a very gifted, gentle and inspirational way of saying exactly what each and every one of us needs to hear. Beautifully written!
SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ April 30, 2011 by Charles Betts
EASTER POEM 2009
I stood as king upon a mountain
Which my own two hands did build
I had all I ever wanted
I did everything I willed
You see I’d built a business
And that business it did well
I employed a lot of people
They made products that would sell
As I surveyed my kingdom
I used to say I had it made
But for every dollar in the bank
There was a price that I had paid
I’d neglected my wife and family
And our kids were almost grown
They didn’t know I loved them
“Cause my love had not been shown
You could see that I had money
You could see that I had wealth
The only thing no one could see
Is that I did not have my health
Just a routine doctors visit
What he said took away my breath
Set your affairs in order sir
In three months you face death
How would I tell my family
Or let my workers know
I had no God to turn to
So where else could I go
I ran back to my mountain
I threw my arms out wide
I raised my voice to heaven
From an angry heart I cried
God if you can hear me
If you’re even really there
Come into my circumstance
And prove to me you care
I need someone to walk with me
Through the valley of death’s shadow
The path ahead that I cannot see
Is the path that I must follow
It’s not the path that I would choose
If the choice were all my own
I’m so afraid I’ll lose my way
If I have to walk alone
I need some one to talk to
Who can help me understand
How of all the plans in life I’d made
This one thing I had not planned
A Poem By Charles Betts
For the Easter Sermon
Thank you for this very touching poem Charles! Your words give us plenty to think about.
SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ April 24, 2011 by Yvonne Freeman
Joy Comes In the Morning
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters…” - Psalm 23:2
When I open my eyes, by the grace of God I see
the trees and the flowers the birds and the bees.
Colorful trees sway in the breeze.
Blossoming flowers emerge with ease.
The green grass glistens in the morning dew.
The birds they sing a song or two.
His goodness and mercy is in everything I see.
I feel his presence touching me.
The sun shines ever so brightly
in this day of joy and glee.
I really don’t know why it’s a mystery to me.
I only know this joy I feel, fills me up and swallows me whole,
from the depth of my soul to the tingling in my toes.
Thank you Father for this day
for we’re not promised tomorrow.
Lord, thank you for this joy in my heart.
I pray I feel the same way tomorrow.
By: Yvonne C. Freeman
From: Y: Spiritual Journey
Copyright @ 2008
www.y-godsgrace.com
Thanks Yvonne…This poem is a little extra gift to add to Charles’ beautiful poem from yesterday and Good Friday.
Happy Easter everyone!
SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Simple Things ~ April 23, 2011 by Charles Betts
INSPIRATIONAL POEMS
Somewhere in the mountains falls a tiny drop of rain
It joins a thousand others and begins to form a stream
Their journey through the hills to the valley far below
Is drawn by a force of nature that all creation knows
The streams form a river where people work and live
Enjoying all the pleasures those tiny raindrops give
Far off in the distance someone speaks a gentle word
In our time of trouble it’s the sweetest we have heard
Entering our heart it always helps to bring a smile
Giving us the energy, strength to go another mile
Such are loving words exchanged between two friends
The peace we all long for on such simple things depends
Death and life are in the tongue, choose well the words we say
Bring peace to those around us as we work and live each day
Like the tiny drop of rain, the loving words we speak
Might be the best encouragement a weary soul can seek
Flood the earth with kindness, overflowing all the banks
Do it for God’s glory, and let the people give Him thanks
A Poem By Charles Betts
Aug 25th 2008
Thank you Charles and Happy Easter everyone!
SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Calvary Or Gethsemane ~ April 16, 2011 by Charles Betts
INSPIRATIONAL POEMS
There is a place called Calvary
Where many come on bended knee.
Some to pray, some just to see
What has been or what will be.
There’s another place called Gethsemane
Where fewer come and fewer flee,
There to pray and there to plea
Before the Lord for His mercy
When people come to Calvary
Not passing through Gethsemane,
So many things they just do not see
And from themselves are never free.
You’ll find it is in that garden place
As you kneel there and bow your face
You see God’s mercy, love and grace
Extended to all the human race.
So enter now and slow your pace.
The steps you’ve taken in life retrace.
God’s holy presence now embrace.
Let Jesus’ love fill that empty space.
In Gethsemane is where Christ did pray.
Found strength from God to face His day.
Sweat drops of blood washed His will away.
He resigned Himself then was led away.
Here come the soldiers and the angry crowd.
Here’s Judas, His friend who was too proud
To repent. Instead, he kissed the Savior’s brow
And walked away. Hanged himself, too late now.
Jesus’ friends and disciples all fled his side.
Scared, they ran away somewhere to hide.
Peter, the bravest one, even cursed and lied.
“I don’t know him. I’m not his”, he cried.
Christ was led to the judgement hall.
Not one soul on Him did call.
No one on their face did fall
To honor Him, the Lord of all.
There He stood and took the shame.
They all laughed and mocked His name.
Was it for this to earth He came?
Yet people today would do the same.
No justice could our savior find.
Their eyes were shut, all were blind.
Hatred was all that filled their mind.
They put His miracles all behind.
Then He was led up Calvary’s hill.
The last subjection of His own will.
There His blood He did freely spill.
The Roman spear made the final kill.
The angels looking down on earth
Say to God “Is mankind really worth
The agony, the pain, the dearth”.
On Satan’s face such a look of mirth.
Almighty God now speaks to them
“I know the human heart is filled with sin
They have no peace or joy within.
But now they can because of Him”
“Look ahead now to a future day,
When weary souls will come to pray.
Seeking help to find life’s way.
And I can go to them and say”
“ You made your way through Gethsemane
Now I see you kneeling here at Calvary.
You’ve finally found your way to me.
My truth alone will set you free”.
Let the tears fall from your eye
As from your heart there comes a cry
“God forgive me and the blood apply.
I’ll live for you, to myself die.”
Heaven fills with a sweet refrain.
For you the Savior died not in vain.
Go now, tell others, ease their pain.
So they as well may salvation gain
So if you decide to come to Calvary,
First spend some time in Gethsemane.
Stay there my friend on bended knee
Until from yourself you are truly free.
