Category: Poem

The day dawns with Grace

Light sparks the sky

Sunshine brightens each face

Some eager, others with weary eye

No matter what holds this morn

Regardless the fight or opportunity 

Whether carefree or forlorn 

All part of a community 

Who has been gifted

Treasures beyond our realization 

Though man’s failure rifted 

God’s Love offered Salvation 

Now we an age of strife

Anger, bitterness and fear

Try to engulf this life

Yet to all who will hear

Day’s light speaks

His Mercies renew each day

Hope for all who seeks

Peace still has it’s way

Hope spoke into existence worlds and stars,

Yet He formed out of dust,

More than merely who we are,

Hope took longer creating us,

Than with mighty Saturn’s rings,

Giving us something more beautiful,

Than even eagle’s wings.

A future sustainable, 

With Mercy, Strength, and Love,

His Presence, His Grace,

Qualities we couldn’t yet dream of, 

He granted us, before time and space,

An what we lost through transgression,

He never thought of walking away, 

Instead God in flesh made intercession,

Turning our tragedy, into a Birthday!

Importance is a duty

A call to something 

Not always filled with beauty 

Punching, crunching, and erupting 

Fighting for what is noble 

Filling their role

Whether silent or vocal

Seeking to console

To reassure the downtrodden, 

The hurting, and the weary, 

Even the forgotten 

Proving hope more than a theory

Love not a tale of fiction 

Truth still a victor

 Circumstances no contradiction 

Pointing to the bigger picture 

The promise of a better day

When all battles cease

An troubles fall away

Revealing Lasting Peace 

It’s National Poetry month, and we hope you enjoy the PruittWrites Poem, “Our Concerns His Own”.

The Eternal Ruler looks onward,

At you and I,

His reach ever outward,

To hear the needy’s cry.

 

The One who instructed the sea,

An birthed stars by His Speach,

Cares about more than our destiny,

He cares each day about what we seek.

 

Does Jesus know the answer, oh yes,

Yet, He will still ask,

About our happiness, and our stress,

It’s about the conversation, not the task.

 

Our Sovreign, never distracted,

Making our concerns His own,

Always caring, always attracted,

Proclaiming hope to His beloved from the throne.