REALIZATION

As another day begins, the sun peaks over the horizon

And holds the promise of blessings yet to unfold

The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift

And the majestic powers of God appear, Behold!

Wind, chill, sleet, snow, rain, sun ~ all bathe the earth

And claim the world belongs to our God above

The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift

That He gives to us through His unconditional love.

The pilgrimage from our births to the end of our days

Plunge us into valleys yet elevate us to the skies

The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift

Keeping us ever under His loving watchful eyes.

The day will surely come when our journey is done

The Lord will come to meet us His arms open wide,

The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift,

He'll embrace us and with Him forever we'll abide.

© Mel Patterson, 10-3-11

God is as close as we permit Him to be.
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O Lord, when will my span of years come to an end?

Will I be strong in fervor as I come round that bend?

Will I be faithful to all You've asked me to do?

Will I lay all my selfishness aside

And run swiftly as the wind to You?

Lord, You know the very recesses of my heart

It's only my own sinfulness that keeps us apart

O that I may be faithful to all You ask me to do

Please align me, Sweet Jesus, with Your Holy Will.

For satan it pleases my soul to kill.

The Blood You shed for love of all men

Your Sacrifice our very souls to transcend

Extraordinarily Issued from God, our Father

Triune Godhead, Lord God, and Holy Spirit

Jesus Christ, Your Holy Love, we endear it.

When our span of years comes to its' end?

Will we be strong in fervor as we round that bend?

We we be faithful in all You asked us to do?

Will we have lain all selfishness aside?

And run swiftly as the wind to You?

Trusting in Your mercy having Faith to believe

That we repentant sinners You will receive

We hope when our journeys are done

We may image Your Divine Son

Swiftly as the wind, with Him, run

And through the power of His grace

Enter Your Courts for Worship and Praise

In joyful chorus singing for endless days

Beholding the Beauty of Your Holy Face...

Swiftly as the wind we run!

© Mel Patterson, 9-27-11



SAVE THE DAY

SAVE THE DAY

"Get up! Arise and pray,"

I heard His words say

At the beginning of this day.

"Stop mumbling and grumbling

The world is tumbling and rumbling.

Pray to save the day!

Do not keep my mercy at bay

I want to give it away

To those souls in need.

For them you must plead and intercede

My time is coming! Prepare!

Do not be caught unaware.

To those who do not care, BEWARE!

My time is coming like a thief in the night

Then I shall emit My power and My might.

The faithless, affright and pitiable sight

Will not see the glow of My Light!

Of My wisdom ~ they have lost sight.

My mercy is yours if you but ask

Take off that prideful mask!

Repentance and prayer are your task.

Humble yourself; in my Radiance bask.

I forgive all your sins if you ask sincerely

My Heart longs for you; I love you dearly.

Be blessed and see more clearly

That I am here...nearly...

I AM coming, stop running!

Where can you go?

Stay.........Pray

To save the day!

© Mel Patterson, 10-25-11

God is as close as we permit Him to be.
http://www.poemhunter.com/mel-carmela-patterson/


O HOLY SPIRIT of GOD

O Holy Spirit of God when I cannot pray as I ought

Because with so many duties I am fraught

Is it true You pray when I am unable to do so?

Does my own spirit unite with Yours, then, too?

O Holy Spirit of God clearly I am overwrought

And not nearly as strong as I once thought

Be my Stronghold, my Fortress, my Deliverer

Increase my blessings and grace this believer.

O Holy Spirit of God Your wisdom I have sought

And I thank You for all that You have taught

You were the Force from the beginning of time

With the Father and Son, all three sublime.

O Holy Spirit of God Author of pure thought

Arranged for generations to be Blood-bought

I thank You profusely for all that You give

And shall sing Your Praises as long as I live.

© Mel Patterson, 10-21-11



RUNNING THE RACE


I run the race trying to keep pace
His grace forgiving my disgrace
He makes all my limbs strong
Loves me even when I'm wrong,
I wonder why it takes so long
To hear the sound of His Song
Hurdles though many or few
Come at the right time as if on cue
The race, marathon or sprint,
Running and girded as flint
My spirit bears a subtle hint
Of God's Own......but a glint.
It's not for me to say "That's enough"
Or whine the road is far too rough.
It is for me to accept God's gift
As the Lord my soul does sift
And pray my heart never to drift
As I continue the run ever so swift.
'Tis good we do not know what lies
ahead
That we may forge on in good stead
Keeping our eyes on our Savior at all
times
While we are facing our own climbs
Even though they seem slow sometimes
For each one's soul God primes.
Stretching forward to the finish line
Striving for the reward Divine
Cheer us on as we come to that line.
As you did Paul when he ran his race
Give us also Your fortifying Grace
That we, too, may see your Face
When finally we reach... your heavenly
Place.

© Mel Patterson, 10-18-11

BUOYED

 

As this blessed and glorious day unfolds

I want to grab all the beauties it holds

And cleave them to my very breast

Where in the Lord I may take my rest.

Only hours ago the raging sea

Violently lapped angrily 'round me

Heavy chains fiercely pulled me down;

It seemed I was about to drown.

As I thrashed and splashed trying to pull free

Two mighty arms took a strong hold on to me

Those chains fell off and steadily up I went

With grateful relief I began my ascent

O My, Jesus, you are heaven-sent,

Buoying me up with grip so strong

O Triune God, to you I belong

Now I break into joyful song!

As this blessed and glorious day unfolds

I want to grab all the beauties it holds

Basking in the warm rays of Son light

Buoyed by Him my soul takes flight.

Thank God I'm ever in His sight!

 

© Mel Patterson, 10-8-11



IF EVER

If ever there was a morning quite like this

Where God's love fills me with bliss

I would want ever stay in this lovely place

And bask in the gift of His blessed grace.

If ever there was an afternoon like this

And I did not share I would be remiss

That God has so blessed my soul to sing

Praises to our Almighty King.

If ever there was an evening like this

It's golden quietude I shant want to miss

This show of His glorious majesty

Reveals His magnificent tapestry.

If ever there was a night quite like this

When man approached the deep abyss

Earth was given a divine kiss

When Emmanuel came as a babe

Grew, and a new life began to pave

Our wretched souls to save,

His Precious Life He gave.

If ever there was a midnight like this

Blue-black starry-studded night that is

A reflection of the mighty power of God

On this very earth where He trod

His love and mercies have no limit!

We praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit!

© Mel Patterson, 10-4-11