Guide my hand

by Gary Field

Though my 3 fingers hold the pen,
I pray God that you guide my hand-
To help me touch the hearts of men,
That they may come to understand.

Your boundless mercy and amazing grace
That they may know your peace-
And in you find a resting place
Where fruitless worries would all cease.

Help me find a way to impart,
The joy I've found as I've kneeled-
And your word, hidden in my heart,
May through my writing be revealed.

Not my words, Father God, but yours,
May be planted and then take root-
And that your spirit opens doors,
So those words may then bear fruit.

I pray you use me as you will,
And that your perfect will be done-
That your Holy Spirit may instill,
The means to glorify your Son.

I've poured your word into my spirit,
And meditated upon each line-
That I may both fear and revere it,
As a spiritual gold mine.

It's riches, which are beyond compare,
Must be declared to this generation-
So I pray God that I may share,
The great hope of my salvation.

Your Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ,
The only hope for a sin sick soul-
For which he gladly sacrificed,
His love- so that we may be made whole.

I'll hold the men, God guide my hand,
That your truth may flow freely-
According to your perfect plan,
I pray God, that you may use me.

Amen

Gary Field
www.betweenthebars.org/blogs/1398

Signs of the Times

  
This poem effectively captures the spirit of the age.

Signs of the Times

 Each time we turn on the evening news,
Our stress levels can begin to rise-
As images of a world gone mad, abuse
Our sensibilities, and assault our eyes.

And yet, as in the days of Noah,
People just running to and from-
As punch drunk as Rocky Balbao,
Trying to shake off another blow.

If the "Signs of the Times" wore neon lights,
Perhaps then they would get our attention-
Or revelation reduced to sound bites,
Labeled "Time for an intervention."

Well we've got wars and rumors of wars,
And those earthquakes in divers places-
The devil roars while the world ignores,
The "Signs of the Times" flashed in our faces.

Yet some "Gospel of Prosperity"
Is what seems to be filling the pews-
And so many of us just refuse to see
That "Revelations" on the evening news.

Can we be so blind that we cannot see,
The handwriting is there on the wall-
And what's unfolding is prophecy,
"Let those who stand take heed lest they fall."

Well there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth,
On a day when it's least expected-
For those who chose the path of disbelief,
By whom the Word of Truth was rejected.

Now I know I'd be much more popular
If I wrote things people wanted to hear-
Or if I chose to hold a seminar,
With words catered to the itching ear.

But it's not me that's being rejected,
It's all plainly written there in the book-
The word of God is being neglected,
Perhaps it's time we all took another look.


Below is the poet's blog address if you wish to read more writing by him.

Gary Field MO53398 Okeechobee C.I Okeechobee, Fl. 37972.
www.betweenthebars.org/blogs/1398.