My Praise
Spirit of God, come and take my gaze,
Recapture my hunger like I used to graze,
Set my feet firm and my heart ablaze;
To the Father be glory as his name alone I praise!
When I am lost with each eye at a glaze,
Stumbling around in a mysterious maze,
You again stoop in and reestablish my ways;
To the Father be glory as his name alone I praise!
Indeed, eventually you clear every haze,
At the beginning and end of every phase,
Faithful endurance to the end; no fad or craze.
To the Father be glory as his name alone I praise!
May I have the grace to pursue you all my days,
And partner with you to seek your strays,
As we all look upon your character’s rays;
To the Father be glory as his name alone I praise!
1/10/2019, © Joshua Curtis
G.O.S.P.E.L | Spoken Word
For today’s post, I would like to share another video. This is Propaganda with his work “G.O.S.P.E.L.”. I hope you enjoy!
Life in a Death Landscape | Poetry Writing Prompt
Photo by David Adams
This is a writing prompt picture today! Feel free to join! Please copy the picture, but be sure to share the photographer’s link – used by permission. Let’s push his art as well as ours.
Although these ladies are really busy with their own writing, I do want to tag two blogging friends on this one as I would enjoy seeing what they come up with. So, if you’re up to it, Ritu and Cassa, let’s see what you got! Here is my rendition:
I can be so negative at times,
Pesimissim seeping through the pores
Coming from toxicity in my bones
Old sores and deep wounds.
The soil is covered in death,
Soggy and dank,
Landscape of brown –
Wilting and withering.
The scent of mildew and decay
As I wallow in hurts,
Frustrations,
Failures galore; dashed dreams.
“Son, step back.”
What? I thought I heard a whisper,
But I’m here alone.
Alone … alone …
“Son, look again.”
I’m I going crazy?!
Are these broken leaves,
Stripped of life, talking to me?
“Get out of the mud, come up
And look with new eyes!”
Oh, Father, it’s your voice I hear,
But how do I come up there?
“Worship me. Look upon me.
Declare my goodness; majesty!”
Father, forgive my foolishness,
Thank you for your mercy great!
There is none like you
And you are the one my soul craves!
“Ah, see, look down son!”
What, there is green!
There is fruitfulness and life!
“Yes son! What you think is decay,
Is just fertilizer for what I am growing now –
The dank and murky water, springs of life –
Stop wallowing and see the goodness I make
From the darkest of days!”
© Joshua Curtis, 2020
Tapestry
This home you’ve given me – such beauty!
No! You know you don’t deserve this place!
The designs, furnishings and décor of tapestry!
Remember who you are – you cannot embrace.
So warm and clean; built for a king.
A king?! No, stick to what you know!
It’s a glorious gift I can hardly fathom.
Because it’s not for you – it’s all show!
But He calls me to this place – it’s mine.
Isn’t better to stay where you feel at home,
But he has graciously given us much more,
No! You need to make your own shalom!
Father, this home is so wonderful,
Come back to the comfort of the dark.
Thank you for being so merciful and kind,
NO! Don’t do it! It’s too glorious; too stark!
But, look at …
Stop talking now! It’s built with light,
Furnished in such beauty, full of majesty
Look at your wretched and filthy plight,
You don’t deserve something with such tapestry,
Furnishings built for kings, a place so warm,
You sinner! You don’t deserve his grace!
Come back home and prepare for this storm –
It’s funny you thought you could live in that place!
Take my embrace! Yes this place is dark and dank,
But it’s our home. Remember your place; your rank.
Remember your vile thoughts? My how they stank!
Still denying and setting your hopes? I’ll be more frank!
Remember when …
No, stop! You’ve said enough…much of it is true,
I don’t deserve it; my heart is sick like the flu,
I shouldn’t long for such glory, but stay here with you.
But, like always you miss the point that’s so clear,
And you don’t see or perceive what’s reality,
Open your eyes to the beauty; dissolve that fear,
What you keep thinking is that all of this is about me!
Look at the King – the glorious One who gives the gift,
It’s Him you need to again clearly see and bend your knee,
It’s about his faithfulness and promises – He’s done the work –
The sin in me – you – I flee and trust His word; His guarantee!
My King – may all these voices be silenced inside of me,
Please forgive me of my sins I continue to choose,
All of you – here at your feet – is all I want to see,
In your home, full of peace, arrayed in such beauty!
Journey of Words
As I embark on this journey,
Into the unknown I depart,
I endeavor to be smart,
Relatable and cleaver.
Speaking with pen –
Your spirit and soul, the mark;
Ink spilling in linguistic art.
I yearn for my words to sing,
Lives to guide and forge.
To your life I hope to bring Love & Light –
Majesty & Peace like a Lion and a Dove.
“God, shove my pen to the bend of your Spirit’s sway.”
Like teeth on a comb, to part the way,
I hope to make you feel warm, like home.
“Father, please allow my words to engage,
To be full of life, truth and be sage.
Stage I do not need, just for words like these
To flow with ease and for you
To take them to the ones that need them, please.”
On my knees, “May my words always bring you praise; …
I’m awestruck as you leave me left in a state of amaze…”
© Joshua Curtis, 2020
Here We Are
Happy Tuesday peeps. Here’s an old one for you…
Blessings to you on this day!
– NoblemanWarrior
Heavenly Merriment
The night sky – deep and velvety –
Stars burning with great intensity,
Shimmering in song and dance,
Warming the chill think in the air,
Rumbling a great hope deep into the soul.
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Stirring a longing for those gazing,
But many know not for what,
Or for who, they long;
But the longing is ever present,
Growing desperate like an itch beyond reach.
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These Heavenly bodies sing their glorious melody,
Spreading merriment and peace – momentarily –
Into this chaotic chasm of boisterous souls.
If we train our ears, it’s the Angelic voices,
Still singing the glory of the born King.
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