My Secret Room visions
by Daring Sunshine
Thursday, December 28, 2006
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The jewels hidden in the word for those who seek shall find...so much as promised
Each morning as I wake,
With coffee in hand and a bounce in my step,
I walk down the narrow hall
I welcome the new day with my Friend.
The place where I feel safe and warm,
And start with my morning prayer
Remembering God is always with me,
I have to neither dread nor fear.
Looking up words I didn't understand;
Believing grace will guide me in perfect peace
Seeking tenaciously to see what Christ wants me to see,
And wanting only to become what He wants me to be.
To see the miracles of Egypt
See Moses hold his arms up for Victory!
To see Samuel weep over the first king, Saul,
The Israelites wanted a King, rejecting God.
Mind-vision as God tells Samuel "he looks on the heart"
To know if one is worthy, the new plan to embark.
See Saul fling the sword toward David
And by God's grace, David becomes King.
As each story unfolds, even the Old Testament as jewels,
If one is willing enough to seek
The precious understanding is awesome,
Wanting to keep on keeping on; not look on defeat!
My Secret Room Visions
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|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|God is always with us , and starting each new day with him, is really special. This poem really lifted my spirits today.. Perhaps I was guided to your site !.........God bless....M|
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|"Wanting to keep on keeping on ..." Excellent line here, Sharon! Very uplifting and inspirational words you've shared in this poem.
|Reviewed by Stephanie Storey-Morant
|Wonderful! I was just reading about Samuel today. The understanding of God and His power is awesome, wouldn't trade it for a thing. And you be sure to hold on to his gift of writing. God Bless! Thanks for sharing.|
|Reviewed by donovan whitworth (Reader)
|hi my names donovan lee whitworth you write good poems and so do i come and swing bye my page oh and are we relatid?|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
THIS. Is the way to start a morning! Closeted in prayerful reading of the Word and communion with Our Father in Heaven. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, and Happy New Year, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
This is so beautiful; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|"The place where I feel sale and warm"
Not sure but i think you had a tiny slip of the finger sis!!
Should read "The place where I feel "Safe" and warm...right :) ??
Thanks for sharing a wonderful Uplifting poem!!
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|A great way to begin the day.....|
|Reviewed by J M
|The greatest book ever written was the BIBLE. I love reading it all the time it has life stories, politics, love, births, deaths, battles, it has JESUS my best friend. Thank you for this one so inspiring.
Blessed and Prosperous New Year 2007 With all that heaven has to offer for you.
|Reviewed by K. Mulroney
|Wonderful! Uplifting and thank you for putting it out there!|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Loved this, what a great way to start the day. I too like to rise early, have coffee and just sit down and talk to God...a real one on one, and then meditate about the joy ahead, I too can't help but wonder about those that we will see when we make it to heaven, I am anxious to talk to Noah...and maybe Daniel...oh my this could go on and on, and I have family that I am eager to see again. Can't imagine what a reunion it will be, reminds me of an old hymn..."When We All Get to Heaven, What A Time, What A Time, What A Time!" Enjoyed this so much this early morning...helped me to strengthen my vision and desire even more just talking about it...Great write my friend.
|Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
|It is important to concentrate on winning ways. Let our defeats bury themselves in the past. Victor|