SILVER LINING – Poetry

There is a silver lining
To the crisis we are in
It takes a perfect stranger
And it makes of them a friend

Lots of great destruction
May be coming fast our way
But how we choose to deal with it
Is in our power today

Crisis can produce a fruit
That’s sweetest to the taste
It breaks down many barriers
That are standing in the way

It puts us all into a boat
We share in all the land
When crisis hits a neighborhood
We lend a helping hand

Now we can let it take us down
Or rise up to the cause
It’s all on how you deal with it
Will you rise or fall

Trouble seems to peel away
All the false fronts there
It puts us in the human race
A chance to really care

So when the rain starts falling down
No matter what form it takes
Remember let the love come forth
And live for goodness sake

copyright Jean Chamblee 2011

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YOU ARE NOT A FAIR WEATHER FRIEND – Poetry

When all hope is lost
There You are
Shining on me like a beautiful star

Though I scream
With angers rage
Not understanding the current page

It doesn’t deter You
You can handle my pain
You never leave me, You remain the same

When my broken heart
Is bleeding mad
You stay with me, Lord, just like You said

You are not fickle
Don’t run away
Like so many others, yet You choose to stay

How can you love me
When there’s ugliness there
You look right past it, see my heart laid bare

You’d rather have an honest spit
Than a fakeness that comes
From lying lips

It’s with You Jesus
That I can get real
And not be afraid that You’ll leave me still

You’re promise is
That You will stay
And see me through another day

Your love so deep
We’ve never seen
Even when we’ve been so mean

You are not a fair weather friend
Your love so deep
That it never ends

Beyond the veil
We must go
And not be afraid our truth to show

Be it bad or be it good
You will still love us
That must be understood

Our problems seem great
But to You it’s not so
Because Your commitment is more than we know

In the morning You will be there
The price You have paid
Our sins to erase

copyright 2017 Jean Chamblee

Hebrews 13:5  “For Jesus has said, ‘I will NEVER leave you or forsake you.”

MY COCOON – Poetry

You are my cocoon
No matter what’s around
You are wrapped about me
Your presence peace surrounds

Loud the voices shouting
Wanting us to fear
But our place is next to you
Always drawing near

Focused on Your majesty
Your kingdom it will come
No matter what happens here and now
My thoughts are on Your throne

But sometimes I’m a weakling
It’s then my heart does know
I reach out my hand to You
Instead You help me grow

Crazy things may happen
But the end of it You’ve told
We can trust what’s in Your book
You’ve known from times of old

You are my cocoon
No matter what’s around
I know that I can trust You
Your love for me is sound

copyright 2017 Jean Chamblee

CLAY – God’s Artwork

The “Potter and clay” relationship is not always pleasant….but when He is finished…..even after the heat of the kiln….we will be a shining piece of original pottery, with the fingerprint of God as the signature Artist!

#worthit #nogreaterlove #surrendertotheprocess

 

Isaiah 64:8   “But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.”

A THOUGHT FOR THE DAY – Good News (It’s All On Purpose)

It’s all on purpose! Here’s the scripture showing that we were all appointed and chosen to live in this time and in the places that we live:

Acts 17:26,27 ” And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us;”

If you’ve ever thought that you were a mistake or born at the wrong time in the wrong place…..here is your peace.  You were born in the exact place and time you were created for.  Some of us have much to overcome, but as we find Christ and overcome, our reward will be great in heaven.

Let the Word set you free…..you were pre appointed to live in this time and place and God has a destiny just created for you!!!    Hope you have a great day!!

A KIND WORD FOR ANYONE DEALING WITH SELF CONDEMNATION:

The devil is really good about bringing up our past and rubbing our noses in it and he is even better at spinning the lie that you can’t turn things around in your life. BUT God is good at helping us get back up on our feet and He delights to see us come through things and reach the other side. Check out these great scriptures:

Psalm 25:6,7 “Remember, O lord, Your tender mercies and Your loving kindnesses, For they are from of old. Do not remember the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions, according to Your mercy remember me. For Your goodness sake, Oh Lord.”

Isaiah 54:8
“With a little wrath I hid My face from you for a moment;
But with everlasting kindness I will have mercy on you,”
Says the Lord, your Redeemer.”

There is always a fresh start with Jesus…His mercies are new every morning. Never buy into the lie that you have gone too far or that God could not forgive you, or that you have gone too far into darkness to be set free. That’s a lie. God is not that way. But don’t wait…..call on Him while He may be found. Let Him nourish your broken heart back into sweet fellowship with Him. “He is near to the broken hearted” Stop being so hard on yourself too. Forgiving yourself can be really hard…..but God wants you to do just that and remember that He casts our sins away as far as the east is to the west. I pray that you will allow Him to love you…..allow Him back in to that tender place with you and let Him heal your wounds, because that is exactly what He wants to do. Rom. 8:31 “If God is FOR US, who can be against us?”  Take what He is offering! Forgiveness!!

Your are greatly loved by Him!!

AGAIN, YOU WILL SHINE LIKE A SUMMER’S DAY – POETRY

Empty, empty your heart of it’s pain
Let the tears fall down like rain
They are a tool so long ago
Created with knowledge of how things would go

Again, you will shine like summer’s day
Your heart will light up, your smile like a ray
As your heart returns to where it belongs
To God’s arms alone where in Him there’s no harm

Come again, come again I’ll take you away
Again, we shall experience a brand new day
You know what that means, Yet this time a new
Cherished so rightly from a place made for you

I am yours and you are mine
We will be together til the end of time
Always there for you in our hiding place
That we have built while running this race

Come to me, come to me quickly you’ll see
How sadness eclipsed by life’s melody
You will sing greatly, your voice has it’s might
No longer to dwell in mistakes dark, dark night

copyright 2016 Jean Chamblee

The Beauty In The Struggle

Why, oh why Lord
Do we struggle so?
I asked Him one day
When I was feeling quite low

His answer surprised me
As He said with a smile
Come and I’ll tell you child,
Sit with me awhile

Look at the caterpillar crawling about
It goes into hiding before it comes out
It makes a cocoon as I’ve taught it to do
And waits until spring when formation is through

Now when it is ready
It struggles about
To get free from it’s prison
To finally come out

It’s there in the struggle
It’s wings find their strength
It would not be ready
This process it brings

Brings about forming
All of it’s parts
Like muscles get stronger
With the beating of the heart

If the process was shortened
On the ground it would lie
Free from it’s prison
Yet there it would die

The wings must be ready
To catch on the breeze
Strengthened by struggle
And now that it’s free

Flying in beauty
Above all the earth
Fulfilling it’s purpose
It’s reason for birth

So it is with my children
They’re growing inside
Their struggle for freedom
Prepares them to fly

So don’t be discouraged
You will overcome
Despise not the small things
My will’s being done

Trust me in all things
My leading is right
I know what you need child
So you can take flight

copyright 2012 Jean Chamblee

Look Into The Mystery – Poetry

Traveling in the underground
Mysteries profound
No one knows just what they are
But we can hear the sound

Sound of Spirit whispers fine
Sweet and quiet love
Coming from the throne of God
To find us our new home

Been prepared since days of old
Waiting to arrive
On this planets surface here
New Jerusalem is alive

All in plain sight in Your book
But hidden to the ones
That never open up their hearts
It’s only for Your sons

Sons and daughters waiting here
Clicking away the time
Anxiously awaiting
While we do what we’re assigned

Bride and groom the dances swirl
Imagining the day
When we can join the veil removed
We can walk and talk not pray

Looking into Your eyes of love
No longer far away
Eternity’s mysteries calling us
We’re waiting for that Day

copyright  2016  Jean Chamblee Thomas

Revelation 21:1-3 “ And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.”

Beauty From Ashes – Poetry

Fiery pieces falling ‘round
The heat is plain to see
Fire brings a destruction
But not when on our knees

Beauty comes from ashes
It always seems that way
If we look up to the Lord
And let Him make night day

We must see beyond the veil
Beyond this place we are
Temporarily stuck here
But eternity’s not so far

Living in the moment
Can bring a shattered glass
Our lens must be eternity
Time passes by so fast

Everything has it’s purpose
With our Creator the secret lies
That is why we seek Him out
So hope will start to rise

Something in tomorrow
If we move forth in faith
Not an antiquated term
It’s of this makes our fate

Reaching for our Maker
Quietly we pray
Listening for His answers
On How to live this way

Beauty comes from ashes
If we take that step
To look up to the heavens
Our tears our Father’s kept

copyright  2016  Jean Chamblee