Jesus Wept for His Friend (John 11:33-35)

Jesus wept openly for Lazarus,

When he heard his dear friend had died

It is hard for some people to fathom

That God’s firstborn Son could have cried

But we are made in God’s image

A fact that the Bible deems true

So good people work to embody God’s visage

May it reflect in the good that we do

Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

Copper Penny

I have always been your proverbial cinnamon penny

Not worth much, but I will shall shine and spend only for you

I fear in your silk purse of coins I am frankly one of many

Still I would like to believe that it simply isn’t true

For a tickle there is something that strikes me as funny

Although the idea of it leaves me dejected and blue

If I told you I knew of your poor conduct and misbehavior

Would you claim my words were meant to batter or bruise?

Because I have always been your personal copper penny

Not worth much but I willingly give you a penny’s luck

If I could I would love to venture elsewhere

But in the corners of your purse lining I always seem to be

seductively…stuck

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Cannons & Bows

I don’t always do or say that which should be said

In fact, I rarely do

I may falter,

I may even fail

I sure as artic snow slip off the focused rail

I don’t always take the right steps or the proper path

Many will say it’s true

I may trip

I stumble off trail

I definitely know the hammer misses the nail

But I try

Sometimes when something comes about

Something that in itself may not be positive it can make you glad

Glad that you knew

Glad that your Father show’d you the truth

And enable you to

Cope with the pits and the arrows that life sometimes throws

Unforeseen circumstance

Shot from cannons and bows

Occurrences we all must endure

This side of the new world I am sure I will drop

My knees may be bloodied

But I will not be stopped

I will pray and persist with my God as my guide

When the weather pelts cruelly in his tower I will hide

I will not relent ever and I will not release

My hold on the life that awaits all he keeps

So though I am human

Imperfect

And Cracked

Faulty and bruised

There is nothing I lack

For Jehovah is my shepherd

And I his meek sheep

Whether I walk freely or I’m awaken from sleep

I wait for the day when the evil is abated

My Sovereign Lord Jehovah’s name vindicated

The time when all will know who is the ancient of Days

The worthy of the Honor

The Glory

The Praise