Joel

Joel – Gone to Jesus
24/4/2021

Oh my heart!
Wretched pain
Piercing loss
Soul disdains
Parting sorrow
Not so sweet
I long the ache
“Cease to seep!”

All my griefs
From long ago
Return in part
With this new blow
But other griefs
Remind me too
Though pain remains
Ease can ensue

And so I sit
Within the pain
Of broken-hearted
Loss today
But I will seek
The pathway to
A joyful life…
Enjoined with loss of you

26-7/4/2021
Gina Marie

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Tomorrow

All our tomorrow’s, we’ll wake without you
And each new yesterday, the same will be true
Our sorrows will ease, but we cannot see how
And our grief will return, even as it does now

One day I’ll remember, you’re “the man with the plan”
I’ll think of your joy, that God’s grace makes you stand
When I’ll wake in the night, and think a message has come
Or pray with a friend, but hear your cries to the son

Sometime making a fudge cake, hearing a bike on my street
See your tea on the shelf, in the box where it keeps
I’m walking a path, where we’d go for a chat
And then all of a sudden, I’ll wish that you would be back

But I don’t really wish It, though today you’re not here
You were looking ahead to when you’d shed no more tears
Still I love you, and miss you, though I’ve bid you farewell
I’ll wake tomorrow without you, but my soul still can be well

1/5/2021
Gina Marie

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Stronger

When traumatic ways
Cut into your days –
Stronger were you

When you tried hard to flee
As shame tugged at your sleeve –
Stronger were you

When by mem’ry beset
Till finding peace was a test –
Stronger were you

Finding peace and rest in Love’s store
You longed to run to his shore –
Learned he’s stronger than you

Now in Love’s presence, on high
By Love’s wings, swept through the sky –
Indeed, Love’s stronger than you

Gina Marie
13/26 May 2021

Post Resurrection Day

In grief and confusion
Unaware death would come
Though forewarned and projected
Still surprised that the one
Who would be he who rescues
Takes the matter in hand
Folks are mourning and weeping
In death, can’t understand

In gathered communion
Or retreating to home
Weeping in sadness
Where love’s presence was last known
In great fear of the people
Behind doors shut tight
Second guessing the knowledge
All could possibly come right

While stunned and afraid
Hunkered, weath’ring the storm
A few go to administer
A service perform
Upon arrival…amazed!
Alarmed, trembling with fear
When called near by name
Joy accompanies the tear

Receiving of messages
Rekindling hope
Pass on to those huddled
Some believe, doubters mope
But heart’s reignited
By message relayed
Run to prove hope’s fulfilment
Has not been delayed

With soul, spirit and mind
Still all in a whirl
The hope-filled run wild to
Where the women’s message unfurled
Rushing in, holding back
Suspicion still makes unsure
But impending visitation
Soon confirms what they saw

Conversation and reason
Slow of heart to believe
What was spoken and written
Opened up to be seen
Hearts stirring with passion
As the one whom they’ve known
Is gone in a moment
Recognised as he’s flown

When their loved one, departed,
Reappears in their midst
Invoking terror and fear
E’en while he speaks to them ‘peace’
Doubting their own eyes
And the witness of friends
They are glad when they see him
Though some don’t assent or attend

When alone some defer
To familiar scenes
Recognise the distinctive
And miraculous themes
No need to enquire
As to ‘who’, ‘cause they know
Then their thoughts are made clear
Pieced together to show

New direction for waiting
Till one will arrive
To bring discernment and comfort
To those who’ll reside
In the family of God
To bring others along
On this journey, restoring
All who’ll come, and belong

What will YOU do
With the one who was born
Lived among us, his humans
By humans, had his life torn
The one who walked, glory hidden
Gave up his breath
Then, in life new, returned
Met with those he had left?
As in the day…
Some believed what they saw
Or heard when they walked
Maybe sat on the shore;
Others doubted, suspicious
Of who their own eyes beheld
Or the voice who expounded
Stories old, new to tell
What will YOU do?
How will YOU respond?
To the one who designed you in love
Paid highly for YOU to come

Matthew 28 Mark 16
Luke 24 John 20-21
Acts 1:1-14

Gina Marie
5/4/2021

The Compassion and the Passion

A merciless master
My suffering prolonged
O sin, you would have me
Alone, without song

My saviour, the servant
Compassion’s concern
Would pursue all my rescue
E’en while I yet spurned

With glory obscured
Power hidden, en-veiled
He served us, his humans
Then the mountain he scaled

Raised to be lowered
Shame brought release
For my sin-burdened soul
To find its long-lasting peace

In your death…
The inherited cycle is broke
Sin’s hold cannot keep me
Your new life brings me hope

Life-blood’s passed on
From parent to child
In your blood shed abroad
I’m no longer beguiled

Sin’s great deception?
That I’m still compelled
To do all its bidding
That I’m under its spell

But my Jesus, you triumphed
In freedom, empowered
A spirit-led choice
To walk the life I’m endowed

With bended knee’s adoration
In restored humanity, stand
Before the depth of your feeling
Poured over me, by your hand

19/4/2019

Life’s March

Life passes by
The March of time
We hasten, pause
See rain and shine
But each one’s march
Begins and ends
In this we all will share,
My friends

Sometime march
In single file
Or pass the time
En masse, a while
Two-by-two
Lead on, be lead
Keep in step
Or lag instead

Distracted
One may march askew
The wounded
Drag a limb or two
But others may
Lift some on high
And give the march
Of two a try

Onward, though
We all shall plod
Whether we are
Or how we’re shod
Into the vast
Eternity
Our marching out
Parade, will be

16/2/2019

Goodbye

Strolling past, we stop and chat

I’m riding out, you’re riding back

Weed my garden, seek my good

Work on the farm, helped ‘cause you could

 

You ask about my younger charges

Neighbours help with tasks the hardest

Sorting out the shed of heartbreak

Eased you, some, of all my heart ache

 

Chatting, walking, get to know

As neighbours, friends, then off we’d go

Meeting up, and passing by

Now tears are all that fill my eye

Goodbye

 

Gina Marie – 8/4/2018

Life

My beginning was first breath from You

Existence, ne’er before been hewn

But love and grace and choice make new

A life that You have given

 

Rebellion was of all my choosing

But choice from You was all redemption

Beaten, lonely, scorned and bleeding

Your life that you have given

 

Accepted, chosen loved and wanted

Washed by blood, my purchase granted

Belonging, living, free, untainted

New life that You have given

 

Free to live in joy unending

Peace and purpose all Your sending

Sing Your praise, all are bending

This life, we have been given

14/5/2015

Ezekiel 33

Turn, O turn! Everyone turn

Who has been turned away

Return, restore, give back and walk

The life of right, be swayed

 

To turn from right to wickedness

Will bring to you a death

Turn from wickedness to right

Into light of life be swept!

 

I will judge each one of you

According to your ways

I take no pleasure in one’s death;

O turn and live today

 

My Son, for wickedness has died

His righteousness will give

To those who turn and will remain;

Abide in Him and live!

 

 

 

15/5/2014

Oh, Mother of Mine

Mum wedding day

 

Oh, mother of mine

Whose love, so divine

Was comfort to all

Whenever we’d call

Inviting us in

After thought or at whim

Grace and mercy all round

Loving arms to surround

Providing tastes to delight

Waiting up in the night

Home and clothing so clean

Diligence gone unseen

Growing gardens of flowers

Beholding beauty was ours

Grace was personified

In your life, now glorified

A piece of us left with you

When to Christ’s feast you flew

What joy it will be

When greets us, Saviour and thee

 4/5/2014

I love you Mum, my mum

Dad and Mum wedding day

Reflections: ‘Good Friday’

The Bible, Matthew 27:27-56;
‘The Passion of the Christ,’ movie by Mel Gibson;
Three Scenes, Tom Wall 1. Jesus endures the mocking 2. Jesus endures the cross 3. Jesus is no ordinary man, Corowa Presbyterian Church.
Oswald Chambers

Sin…is not wrong doing, it is wrong being, deliberate and emphatic independence of God…

Independence of our designer, creator and restorer.

As was mentioned today; a $50 note that has fallen in the toilet, the kitty litter, the mud, or anywhere else that would make it dirty, would still be of value to me. So is our value to Jesus, no matter how dirty our independence of Him has made us.

If Jesus was kept from death, I would have been kept from life.

Does God have to reveal Himself as I determine, for me to believe Him; or do I believe Him because of how and who He has already revealed Himself to be?

It was my sin that held Him there, until it was accomplished.
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished.

Stuart Townend – ‘How deep The Father’s Love For Us’