Poems

Throughout the day and into the night, God's wings take me into the sky. No boundaries, no limits, no flight path too high.

With Love's battle flags unfurled, With hope's cause before the world, We are going on. Though the storm-clouds thunder o'er us, Though the path seems dark before us, Though the foeman strive to kill us, We are going on.

From the primary notation To orchestral chord's elation One clear note the pitch to meet Brings all to the mercy seat. Quartets, octets, chamber groups, Choruses, marching bands in troops Throughout time and throughout space Call and response brightens face upon face.

I get it now, God has been calling me to build an ark. I remember how He called me before, But I did not build.

The Bible sings with messages lifting our hearts to God. Perhaps at first we hear them as mere human concepts, personal notes, limited urgings to soar above earth.

Let me sing my life: no problem is so grim that it can mute my song of confidence and trust in God's unfailing goodness. Let me dance my life: no challenge is so heavy it can shrink my heart's advance into graceless plodding and keep me from soaring, inspired.

Today .

Dear Father-Mother God, Focus me only on what You impart, To be and to see Your dear child in my heart. Let me be the wonder of pure, selfless love, So my only work is impelled from above.

Hold your peace, The Spirit speaks, The voice you seek Silently thunders! — Steve Okwor.

The knight in shining armor stands— around his feet the shattered remains of the error I'd been fighting. And on his sword, held high, one word engraved— TRUTH — Marjorie K.