Storm Winds Blow

Storm winds blow,
Within and without.
Threatening.
Violent.
Overwhelming.

Why are we here?
Where is our help?
Hidden?
Unbidden?
Yes, I am here.

Peace,
The Master says,
Be still.
Peace,
The Master says,
Come out.

Chains abound,
Within and without.
Helplessness.
Hopelessness.
Out of control.

Why are we here?
Where is our help?
Hidden?
Unbidden?
Yes, I am here.

Come, where I go.
Come, where I am.
Beyond what’s safe.
Beyond what’s known.
Come,
To the other side.

Peace,
The Master says,
Be still.
Peace,
The Master says,
Come out.

Come, where I go.
Come, where I am.
Beyond what’s safe.
Beyond what’s known.
Come,
To the other side.

Patricia Burlison
©2016

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An Enemy Called

Ready to fight.
Ready to defend.
This mob coming towards me,
Rabbi at its head.

And Jesus…
Took the sword from my hand.

He looked,
And He saw,
Not the outside,
But my soul.

All my defenses
Crumbled at His words,
And I followed,
And I found,
Healing for my wounds.

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Oh Jesus, You took
The sword from his hand.
Oh, Jesus, please take
The swords out of mine.

Patricia Burlison
©2015

When God Became a Child

Did he
Scrape his knees,
Stub his toes,
Have dirty nails,
A runny nose?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Clap for joy,
Run full speed,
Watch an ant,
Plant a seed?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he cling to Mom,
Follow Dad,
Love them both
With all he had?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Hold his breath,
Count to ten,
Giggle a bit,
Enjoy a spin?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Spread his arms
With the wind,
Watch the trees
Sway and bend?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Say his prayers,
Cuddle up tight,
Watch the stars,
Want a kiss goodnight?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Play in mud,
Walk in the rain,
Feel the cold,
Have a pain?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Raise his hands,
Ask to be held,
Rest secure
Trusting all was well?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

He was a little boy.
He was God’s great joy.
He gave up majesty.
Became like you and me.
It’s unbelievable.
It’s unexplainable.
That God became a child.
God became a child?
Yes, God became a child.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2003

What a Wonder

What a wonder, baby boy.
You will be your mother’s joy.
Such a tiny gift you are.
You shine for me, a precious star.
God has blessed me and I sing.
He has told me you’re our king.
I know not how this came to be.
I’m in awe that He chose me.

Such perfection in my hand.
I don’t claim to understand
How His purposes work out.
I will trust Him when I doubt.
I accept the gifts He gives.
I submit my will to His.
And when He lays His call on you,
What He asks is what you’ll do.

My heart is full my little one.
Heaven’s gift, my own son.
Many wonders I have seen.
I’m not sure what they all mean
But I’ll hold them in my heart,
Treasures for when life grows dark.
God will reveal His plan in time,
But for now, you’re simply mine.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2004

Down the Back Stairs

God came for a visit
Came down the back stairs
He stepped into the kitchen
And met with us there

He talked and He listened
He cooked  up some fish
And when we were done
He help wash the dishes

God came for a visit
Came down the back road
He gathered up strangers
And carried their load

He sat on the ground
He shared out His bread
We might have been enemies
Now we’re family instead

God came for a visit
He came from backstageHe brought us eternity
An end to death’s rage

He gave us His life
He gave us His death
That we might find mercy
That we might find rest

God came for a visit
Now He asks us to come
Follow His footsteps
As we find our way home

 

Patricia Burlison
©2008

Believing

Do I believe
What I see?
Do I see
What I believe?
Your place
Is to teach.
Your place
Is to lead.
Why are you
Washing my feet?
Why are you
Down on your knees?

My place
Is to lead,
So you say,
So you plead.
So I do
As you see,
And doing –
Will you believe?

Patricia Burlison
©2012

Falling at His Feet

Helpless
I fall
Before you
Now

Abandoned
I know
I am
Alone

Of prayer
An hope
I have
No control

Coming
With faith
Longing for
Grace

Healing
My call
In spite
Of all

Chains
From me rise
Open
My eyes

To se
Through your tears
Beyond
My fear

Your offer
To us
Forgiveness
And love

Patricia Burlison
©2012

See my comments on this poem here.

A Bruised Reed

Cradled in His hands
A bruised reed,
Trampled down,
Pushed aside,
Fears not.

Cradled by His hands
A smoldering wick,
Bettered down,
Set aside,
Fears not.

For He is safety.
He is peace.
He is mercy.
He is rest.

(Isaiah 42:2-3 / Matthew 12:20)

Patricia Burlison
©2008

A Better Story

From the Hand of God
Comes the King of Glory
Into our darkest night
To tell His Own Story

From the Hand of God
Comes the King of Kings
That from our deepest sorrows
We would learn to sing

From the Hand of God
Comes the Prince of Peace
And when we cease our striving
His Mercies He will teach

From the Hand of God
Comes His Only Son
To show us in our battles
His Victory is Won

From the Hand of God
Comes the Lord of Love
That here below we’ll also see
The Father Up Above

From the Hand of God
Comes Creation’s Word
He’ll boldly share His Message
‘Til all the earth has heard

From the Hand of God
Comes a Little Child
And when He’s given up His Life
He’ll tame our souls gone wild

Patricia Burlison
©2005

Stay Connected

Stay connected
Keep in tune
One with another
One in Him

Letting go
That which hinders
That which keeps us
Locked in sin

Open wide your
Hearts to Jesus
Open to the
Spirit’s truth

Leaning always
On the Father
Leaning on Him
Be renewed

Stay connected
With the Body
Stay connected
With your God

Patricia Burlison
©2010

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