For redemption
He chased us
To His stable bed,
Born of water and blood
While He knew
He’d be lead,
To a cross on a hill
Where he’d suffer and die,
Then journey to Hell
To battle the Night,
Longing for Day
To captives he’d preach,
Past, present, and future
His Life would reach,
Covenant of Old
His own death would keep.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
Some wake to the sun,
I rise to you.
Some sip from silver spoon,
I feast on you.
Some go dancing round,
I swim through you.
Some slumber with the moon,
I sleep by you.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
Christmas! Christmas,
Tidings bring!
Abundant love!
Peace with The King!
Throughout the ages
Mortals sing,
Of God’s great goodness
In everything.
Hallelujah! Messiah!
Brother of man,
Born of a woman
Fulfilling God’s plan.
Copyright 2017. L. L. Shelton.
Swaddling clothes
Wrapped round
Our Great and Dear God,
That He may tread gently
Where our feet do trod,
Glory to His Goodness
Born in manger hay,
To teach us of Love
In a marvelous way!
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
Wondering is the perfect food
For the hungry soul,
Ultimately has brought to mind
All we truly know,
Inspiring angels when it brings
The thief to earn his meat,
Lift their voices praises sing
As harlot’s love turns sweet,
With their shouting heaven rings
When liar can live honestly-
How precious is this wondering
When brings us to belief!
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
As color is to autumn’s leaves,
As the snow to winter’s morn,
As the sunshine to the spring,
As the rain in summer born,
Is but a glimpse of that sweet Love-
Rendered, tattered, bruised and torn.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
I do now thank Him
For the muck and the mire,
For deliverance from a frozen desire
For death…
And for His strong sweet
Breath exhaled on the fire,
When the embers burn low, succumbing to tire
I wait…
There under the skies
I lie stretched on the pyre,
Then all is still, until I hear Him inquire
Of me…
Copyright 2010. L.L. Shelton.
Michelangelo,
Near ninety,
Himself formed of clay,
Continued to sculpt
On the marble each day.
Grandma Moses,
Then eighty,
Herself raised from dust,
Lifted paintbrush
Placed on canvas a trust.
Copyright 2010. L.L. Shelton.
Furrowing through Friendly Burroughs,
Meandering over expressions fields,
Looking to be virtually encouraged,
As the blind man longing to be healed.
Traveling trails of threads and tags,
Mining moments freshly posted by souls,
Searching for a spot to park our bags,
Preparing to be part of an imitative whole.
Wandering free in near community,
Collectively connecting through thin air,
Gathering seconds fragmentarily,
Dispelling bits and pieces of despair.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
What if every time you prayed a shout was heard in the throne room of God?
What if every time you prayed for someone by name a shout was heard that included their name?
What if every time you prayed the shout was heard and angels were immediately dispatched to the aid of the one for whom you cared enough to mention?
What if every time you prayed that band of angels and others were strengthened in power?
What if every time you prayed it affected not only all of life on Earth but all of life in the Heavens?
What if every tiny string of absolutely every particle reverberated at the utterance of your mouth toward God?
What if prayer changes something while in essence it remains the same?
What if prayer is the most important work that any of us will ever do?
Would our priorities change if we knew all these things were true? I was just wondering.
Copyright 2016. L.L. Shelton.