Oh Grime of Mine

Today my finger nails are filthy.
They are covered with grime.
I have been digging that hole again.
I have been searching hard,
striving to find a way to satisfy
mine and the needs of everyone else.
I've been depending on me.
What I can do, and what I can offer.

I am exhausted.
I know now that I really am just...
stupid.
Everyone else has more brain than me.

And then, as I try to do nightly,
I picked up my bible.

Sometimes picking up God's word
becomes a mundane chore.
But I must run towards it for
how else can my soul
be nourished?

At that very time
I came across words.
Words that I needed.
They where;
"If any of you lacks wisdom,
he should ask God,
who gives generously to all
without finding fault."

A great weight was lifted then,
with the remembrance that
God is the one that can be
truly relied upon.

In him lies all wisdom.
To him be all praise.
Because in him we find purpose,
not in ourselves.
So this poem is not about me,
it is about him.
Just as it should be.

The edge

I dreamt that I was standing on the very edge of a chasm.

The name of that chasm was doubt.

Doubt in myself and doubt in the God I love.

Then I stumbled. Again and again I stumbled.

 I fell down, and further down

until I gave up on all hope of a rescue.

Then in that darkness I heard a voice.

“It is finished” It said.

With that I was lifted up on eagle’s wings.

I circled up and further up until light burst in upon me.  

I realised that although I had then given up on myself,

 my God had not and never will.

Because you see,

it is not our own fuel that propels us though life,

 for that is small and soon peters out.  

Instead, it is the love of our patient heavenly father

who lifts us each time we fail. 

And we do fail.

Each time we learn and grow

so that we might resemble him even more. 

It is indeed finished and our

relationship has been repaired

by the author of those words;

our saviour, Jesus Christ.

Broken 

I am broken. Smashed, 

seemly beyond repair.

I need to be remade. 

But no glue of this world 

can stick me together 

again. No amount

of parties, possessions, 

money, social status, or

anything else will sustain me.

So I have searched. 

After searching,

 I have found that 

none but the Lord can 

restore me. 

I am healed by nothing 

but his compassion and 

grace, poured out for us all

upon the cross. 

Now I may rest. 

I am at peace. 

Dear readers,

no, this is not another poem,

this is just to let you know that

I'm changing the blog tittle to

'While We Wait'. So if you

are browsing for this blog,

you will not find it under,

'Poems of Character', but,

'Whist We Wait'.

Thanks for reading my poems

and I hope you will delight

in the next one. Regards,

Megan Campbell.

Through the Lord's Eyes

We say 'I just don't like my body shape'

God says 'I have designed your body just the way it should be'

We say 'my face is too crowded with spots'

God says 'beauty is far more than spots'

We say 'my nose is all wrong'

God says 'what do you mean?'

We say 'my face really isn't shaped right''

God says 'that is only though the eyes of the world'

The world's perceptions of physical beauty

differ day to day but God looks on the inside.

Though the eyes of the Lord;

"Your beauty should not come from

outward adornment... rather it should be that

of the inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,

which is of great worth in God's sight." (1 Peter 3:3-4)

Smog

The mind is a city fog.

It intensifies when you are immersed in the world too long.

So, return to the clear atmosphere of Gods' grace.

For then, only then, will you be a member of Christ's body.

When you join with his people in unity.

For only when you have been rescued

can you be part of those that guide the

blinded into the untainted air of life.

A life in Christ.

A Moment.

A cool breeze billows, enveloping all things.

The waves dissipate as they sink gently into the sand.

They collide with the rocks,forming intricate crevices in them.

The sun concludes its prolonged and solitary

journey down the sky and there it rests on the horizon.

The trees are as statues that bring honor to their maker.

These are the numerous observations of a moment.

What a generous God we have that

he provides us with such moments.

In this he shows to us one aspect of his magnificence.

Such moments as these are well worth the treasuring.

Just like our relationship with our creator,

well worth the treasuring...