Poems For You - The Apple

The apple from the tree became the death of me;
From that sin I cannot myself escape;
Like drowning in the sea;
My life without Christ I cannot make. -- Webb

Soothing My Why Thinker by Judith Sears

Recently, my why thinker - 

part of the questioning section of my mind
it is very near my how thinker
floating somewhere between
the when and who bits of my brain

- was unsatisfied with the answers
a person of great renown was proposing
one jealous Friday afternoon.
I had asked why men put so much energy
into hurting other men.
The person of great renown,

assuming I was wondering why God
let bad things happen,

responded that God in His great wisdom
didn’t interfere with the goings and doings of men.
It seemed like a simple idea
but it seemed so wrong.
Godly men make salvation their focus
their voyage is toward the light.
The purposeful hurting of others
takes an evil heart and a lost mind.
Nothing at all to do with God
who leads us not into temptation
but delivers us from evil.

These wounding people have fallen
so far away from good
they are lost in the lure of liars
dazzled by the false creations of deceivers.
They dwell in the dark places
where spotlights glorify greed and gluttony.

Yet here is my natural hunger for redemption
my pure desire to surrender, to serve.
This is how God meddles
he spends my energy to love like He loves
making my goings and my doings His.
Soothing my why thinker

©2013 Judith A. Sears

Said in awe... Oh Jesus by Judith A. Sears

I am golden
I see it in Your eyes
I shine as a reflection of Your influence
In my attempt to be
as like You as I can be
I fall so short of Your excellence
but look at how very golden I am
it is a delight to be in Your shadow
to follow You
to share You with the people in my life
and the people who are only just there
on the fringe of my life
and even those I will never see
to be golden
to be a reflection of Christ
beautiful even in my imperfection
a terrible sinner who begs forgiveness
a terrible sinner who holds fast
to the wounded hand of my Savior.
Golden, only because I belong to You.
Oh Jesus… still said in awe.

©2013 Judith A. Sears