Submerged in the Living Water
Succumbing to His death
for my life
Rising to His Resurrection
A new creation
A new life
Overcome by God
Submerged in the Living Water Succumbing to His death for my life Rising to His Resurrection A new creation A new life
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The crowd that shouted “Hosanna in the highest!” and waved palms on that Sunday long ago, was the same mob that only days later cried out, “Crucify Him!” The crowd so easily becomes the mob. The passion of the throng so effortlessly becomes the furor of the horde. Emotion is not meant to lead. Masses are not intended to direct. Following feelings and pursuing the pack leads to saturnalia, lynching, and being one of many. There is no I Am in the hive. If only you could see me yesterday Who I used to be before the change You’d see a broken heart You’d see the battle scars It’s funny how words can’t explain How good it feels to finally break the chains I’m not what I have done I’m what I’ve overcome No one can enjoy
The supper you make You disguise envy as appreciation But the acidity eats gratitude Your humor hides your bitterness But the taste it leaves is foul Try a new recipe With ingredients of your own Not mine, or hers But gifts from On High True gratitude’s aroma Rises up Calls us to feast Salty tears add the zest Sweet sincerity makes the flavor True joy permeates the dish Seeking freedom but choosing chains Invisible but heavy shackles restrain Proclaiming pride Swears she’s standing tall Refusing to acquiesce Bent over by the heaviness Oppressed by desire turned need Eyes and ears closed Submitting to all that promises liberty Enslaved to choice after choice Open your eyes Unseal your ears Sense seems nonsense The actuality is topsy-turvy The truth will set you free His yoke is not a burden Bend a knee Bow down to the King of kings Stand in Him Walk without fetter Run without chains Slave to the world no more In service to the King of kings I stand along the shore. Separated by my fear. Is there courage to step out and live? Is there bravery to step in and be who I am? If you see me will you love me? by Donna Campbell
I wallowed in poverty. I struggled in scarcity. I closed my eyes and I cried out, “Give me more!” But instead, You took my hand, opened my eyes, and taught me the difference between need and want. Flames devoured my belongings. Fire revealed my hardship. I closed my eyes and I cried out, “Take me out of this suffering!” But instead, You took my hand, opened my eyes, and walked beside me. Illness ate away at me until no strength remained. I closed my eyes and I cried out, “Take away this sickness and make me strong!” But instead, You took my hand, opened my eyes, and gave me your strength. I was desolate. I thought I was abandoned. I closed my eyes and I cried out, “Take me out of this isolation!” But instead, You took my hand, opened my eyes, and revealed yourself to me in manifold ways. You are with me through the suffering, the joy, the poverty, the plenty the taking, the giving, the pain, and the comfort. You taught me to depend on You through my dependence. You don’t take me out of the fire You are my God through it. You don’t make me rich You are my God through my deficiency. You are constant. I am yours always. You hold me in your hand always And nothing can take me away. You will never relinquish me. You are always with me, Emmanuel. |
AuthorPoetry by Donna Campbell. Over the years, I've written poetry as I have suffered, grown, and learned. Some may seem negative but it was the way I felt in the moment. Archives
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