Category Archives: Poetry Corner

My oh-so meager attempt
To write in ways that, to some, don’t make sense.

I do so because somehow
It brings joy to my Lord ~ no doubt!

Should I Assume? ~ Keep Praying for Prodigals

Should I AssumeShould I assume all is OK,
When I never hear from your lips
That you long for God’s word
And that His presence, you miss?

Should I stop worrying
That you are teetering on the edge,
When the world means more
Than following Christ instead?

Should I just leave you alone
And stop longing for your return,
Since you seem happy far from home
And seem content to stay lukewarm?

The truth is that I will never give up
Or stop praying because, you see,
Heaven and hell are both real
And last for an eternity.

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“It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment
Hebrews 9:27

“But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.
1 Peter 4:7

Like me, do you have a prodigal who has wandered far from home?  Are you unsure about the certainty of their salvation?  No matter what the circumstances look like, purpose in your heart never to give up.  Instead, keep praying and believing for their return to Christ. 

God loves His prodigals.  He never gives up on them.

© Sue Nash/2014

For more of my poems, see Poetry Corner

Consider it Done ~ Victory in Christ

Light ahead

Light ahead

Recite to me your worries;
I have the answer for each one.
You may not understand your problems,
But for each the victory is won.

Share with Me your sorrows;
Don’t hesitate to pour them out.
You may not see a way through the night,
But there’s light ahead, never doubt.

Unload on Me your burdens;
Lay them at my feet one by one.
You may not think there’s any hope left,
But with My help, consider it done

“But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
1Corinthians 15:57

Early one morning while at Gulfshores

Early one morning while at Gulfshores

© Sue Nash/2014

For more poetry, see Poetry Corner

Moonrise ~ Reflection of God’s Magnificence

Moonrise Reflect

Moonrise Reflect ~ my favorite

‘Tis easiest
When one sees the moon,
To sing enthralled
With a catchy tune.

Like a line from
Silvery Moon first,
Followed up with
A Moonshadow verse.

But songs inspired,
  Can never depict
God’s wondrous ways,
Or His might eclipse.

The moon and stars,
Mere reminders of
The God who formed
Everything above.

Far best when we
View the lunar light,
To praise the One
Whose works bring delight.

Words can’t describe,
Nor fully reflect,
Such matchless awe;
God’s magnificence.

Moonrise Split

Moonrise Split

When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained; what is man, that Thou art mindful of him?
Psalm 8:3,4

Moonrise Shore

Moonrise Shore

I hope you enjoyed my moon pictures taken while at the beach recently.  I enjoy songs like Moonshadow and By the Light of the Silvery Moon; however, when observing the moon’s splendor, I would rather sing praises to the God who formed it.

Moonrise Last

Moonrise Last

I will always treasure the time spent with my husband on this beautiful evening, and will remember the magnificence of the moon.  Above is one last view before it slipped behind the clouds. 

Got a favorite of these photos?  I’d love to know which one!

Blessings
© Sue Nash/2014

For more of my poems, see Poetry Corner

No Greater Love ~ Matchless Valentine

Original was a yellow rose, but I changed it to B&W with rosy shading

Original was a yellow rose, but I changed it to B&W and added rosy shading

Unique
The rarest treasure
Supreme
Beyond all measure

Destined
For Calvary’s tree
Selfless
  Paid our penalty

Yielded
Our sins to cover
Willing
For friends and brothers

Endured
Cruel agony
Offered
Life for you and me

Open
Always room for more
Hoping
Lost sheep to restore

God’s love
None greater than Thine
Matchless
Is this Valentine

“Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”
John 15:13
ESV

© Sue Nash/ 2014

Click here to see last year’s Valentine’s Day post

Every Day ~ God is There

This solitary duck looked absorbed in the peacefulness of the morning

This solitary duck looked absorbed in the peacefulness of the morning

Every morning
When I awake,
I find You there .
Your presence is comforting,
And I breathe in Your love. 

As I start my day
And rush off
To who knows where,

I hear You whisper.
Your constancy is reassuring,
And I rely on Your help. 

When the evening winds down
And I’ve nothing left to give,
I know You care.
Your goodness is pleasing,
And I partake of Your rest.

Every day, all day long, I know God is there.

No matter how many times I see one, I don't think I'll ever tire of watching sunrises

No matter how many times I see one, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching sunrises

“If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
Psalm 139: 9, 10

©Sue Nash/2014 ~ poem and photos

For other poems of mine, see Poetry Corner

Shackled by the Cold ~ Outside God’s Embrace

Frozen Nandina berries

Frozen Nandina berries

Shackled by the cold
  Hearts callously unaware
Outside God’s embrace

It snowed in Mississippi yesterday, which it rarely does.  I got outside and took some photos, but had to bundle up due to the extreme cold.  When I uploaded this photo of these Nandina berries encapsulated by a frigid shell, it reminded me of the coldness of a heart separated from the warmth of God.

Of souls shackled in sin’s callous grip from rejecting Christ.

Frozen nandina berries
God loves everyone, but we must choose whether to embrace Him.  It is when we draw near to God that He responds by drawing near to us.  The light of His presence brings warmth; His embrace ushers in the healing our cold hearts so desperately need.

Nandina with berries on a sunny morning

Nandina with berries on a sunny morning

“Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.”
James 4:8

Sue Nash/2014

For more of my poems, go to Poetry Corner

God’s Peace Is So Dear

A peaceful scene close to home

A peaceful scene close to home ~ taken last spring

Our time of fasting together as a local church body is over.  As I pondered what God did in my heart, I realized that although the many urgent prayer needs I sought Him for show no signs of change, He did do a work in my heart.  I found a level of peace in the midst of the battle that I desperately needed. 

I rest assured knowing that God has seen every tear and heard my supplications.  While I wait for Him to reveal the work wrought on my knees, I rest in His peace that is beyond comprehension.  A peace that makes no sense in the natural.  Given by the Spirit, the peace He brings is sufficient for the journey.  It is near and dear to the heart.

God’s Peace Is So Dear

No trepidation
Nor furrowed brow;
God takes our worries
Away somehow.

A peace that lingers
Though troubles stay;
Past understanding,
How peace remains.

Every fretting heart
His peace will change;
By the power of Christ,
Distress does wane.

But to find such peace
One must seek Him.
Only on our knees
  Does anguish dim.

It is when our cares
To Christ we bring,
That He lifts us up
On eagle’s wing.

As we plead for help
With prayers poured out,
He will heed each cry
Without a doubt.

We can thank God now
  That He does hear,
  And for peace He gives;
It is so dear.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 4:6, 7

Sue Nash/2014

For other poems, go to Poetry Corner

Light My Way

Light My WayRecite to me your worries
I have the answer for each one.
You may not understand your problems,
But for each the victory’s been won.

Share with Me your sorrows.
Don’t hesitate to pour them out.
You may not see a way through the night,
But there’s light ahead, never doubt.

You light a lamp for me. The LORD, my God, lights up my darkness.
Psalm 18:28 NLT

Sue Nash/2014

For other poems, see Poetry CornerLight My Way Poetry

A Tribute to Lucy, My Friend

Day lilies were Lucy's signature plant  ~ this yellow color is one of the first she shared with me

Day lilies were Lucy’s signature plant ~ this yellow color is one of the first she shared with me

*I lost a treasure this week.  My ninety-six year old best friend went to heaven last Saturday.

When I met Lucy several years ago, it started as me thinking that I would spend time with an elderly widowed neighbor; instead, she instantly became one of the dearest friends I have ever had.  She was confidant, mentor, gardening instructor and friend.

Lucy taught me that a person is not determined by age; the real person is on the inside and that doesn’t change by growing old.

I already miss her, but am very happy for her.  She is finally home with her loving husband of over fifty years, her only child and beloved daughter, and all her other family and friends.  Most importantly, she is in the arms of her Savior, whom she both loved and served faithfully. 

This poem is written as a tribute to her. 

Lucy, My Friend

Why did you have to be
So perfect and so sweet,
Those many years ago
When at first, our hearts did meet?

 I knew that at your age
Your years left could be few.
That losing you would hurt;
Was risky, befriending you.

 But I could not resist
Your love, it drew me in;
Your gentle ways, they beckoned,
And calmed my fears within.

 We shared countless visits,
Sipping cups of brewed tea;
Swapping many a tale,
Quietly, reminiscing.

 More often times than not,
Our stories made us cry,
But we’d end up with a laugh
Before we bid goodbye.

 And no matter the day,
No matter what the storm,
Your door, it stayed open;
Your friendship, always warm.

 Yet, not only was your home
A welcome mat for friends;
The flowers in your yard,
Caused your blessings to extend.

 Your gift of gardening,
Of sharing what you grew,
Has left a part of you
With everyone you knew.

 With every passing spring
Or summer’s warmth anew
Each day lily that blooms
Reminds us all of you.

 Though we will miss you so,
Hope springs like violets blue.
For in heaven things won’t fade,
But will be forever new.

 One day we will join you,
Up there on streets of gold,
And Him whose face you’ve seen,
Our eyes will too behold.

 Together, we’ll rejoice,
Of pain and sorrows free,
We’ll dance ‘mid rows of roses
You’ve grown for us to see.

 How you lived while on earth
Only God did measure,
But what you left in our hearts
Is a priceless treasure.

 Tho’ losing you brought tears,
I have a joy un-end;
Knowing while down here below,
You chose to call me friend.

Sue Nash/2014

This English dogwood plant will always be special, because I tried transplanting one from Lucy several times before one finally made it

This English dogwood plant will always be special, because I tried transplanting one from Lucy several times before this one finally made it

For more of my poetry, see Poetry Corner

 

 

The End of the Book ~ Longing For Heaven to Begin

Longing For HeavenBy the end of last year, I had read through the Bible another time.  I love God’s word, especially the ending.

No matter how often I read it, when I reach Revelation 21 and 22, I want to camp out in those passages and never leave. 

I intentionally slow my reading pace to soak in the words.  I long for what is spoken of to start right now ~

I want to live where there are no more tears.
I yearn to dwell where there is no more death
Or any pain-filled years.

I look forward to seeing streets of gold and gates of pearls.
I envision the New Jerusalem
With foundations made of precious jewels.

I can hardly wait to behold the Lamb lifted high:
To worship Him before the throne,

To read my name in the Book of Life.

I long for freedom from the curse of sin.
I stop at the end of the Book,
And dream of the day it will all begin.

“He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly.
Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus”
Rev. 22:20

Sue Nash/2014