Worship

I received an e-mail from the Decons of the church we attended in VA.  It was just to announce the subject of an upcoming decon's meeting - Worship.  I wrote this poem and sent it back to them for use in the meeting.

What is the meaning of worship?
To idolize, honor, respect
To keep on one’s mind
Most all of the time
To remember – to never neglect

What is the sign of worship?
To get on your knees and pray
Or to reach out to your brother,
Father, sister and mother
And all others you meet in your day

What is the greatest of worship?
To give of your life to the lord
In all thoughts and deeds
And for all of your needs
He’ll ask no more than you can afford

What is the study of worship?
The study of God’s precious word
And how it applies
To your daily lives
And how from our sins we are cured

Mdailey 8/31/10

Spiritual Progress

I was looking through my collection of spiritual poems and discovered that I had met my initial goal of a poem for each week out of the year.  I have written close to 60 and have posted at least 36 of them on this blog.  I hope someone is getting some good out of them.
Mike

Keep Me Safe

This beautiful picture of clouds by Allen Pearson inspired me to write a poem and send it to him. 

I saw the storm clouds gathering
I prayed – Lord, keep me safe
With all your might and majesty
Protect this lowly waif
Not just from Mother Nature
From all evil stalking me
Part the clouds of doubt and sin
So your bright light I might see
For as the Bible tells us
You’re the light and you’re the way
Guide me and protect me
Keep me safe, I pray.

Mdailey 8/26/10

After the Storm

I have a friend that is a photographer.  His name is Allen Pearson.  He recently posted some pictures of clouds and inspired me to write some poems to go along with some of them.

After the storm has passed us
Red clouds dot the sky
Reflecting hell’s own fire storm
That somehow passed us by
Then all at once the clouds part
Bright rays come shining through
Reminding us that God’s still there
No matter what we do
So when your life is stormy
And red cloud’s all you see
Remember God’s still with you
And His light will set you free.

Mdailey 8/26/10

A Woodsy Stream

I wrote this a little over a year ago but never posted it.

Life is like a woodsy stream that constantly is flowing
You’re just a bubble in that stream not knowing where you’re going
Twists and turns come suddenly and catch you unaware
But you ride upon the current; the twists and turns your fare
When rocks and logs get in the way, you somehow flow around them
You don’t let yourself get bogged down with the drama that surrounds them
The stream’s sometimes so quiet; you can almost hear things think
Then all at once it gets so loud your eyes begin to blink
And then it changes once again for no un-Godly reason
And this goes on for years and years and season after season
And there are bigger things my friends that come upon the stream
Disrupting how the water flows; disturbing all your dreams
Then in a fleeting moment you look and they are gone
And just like that you realize that you too have moved on
Sure you’ll come upon some rapids and perhaps a waterfall
Just bask in the excitement; don’t freeze in fear and stall
At times you’ll find a quiet pond and stay right there awhile
But the winds will change and in a bit you’ll have gone another mile
My stream’s down to a trickle but I know it’s not the end
The winds will change and pretty soon I’ll be off around the bend
I don’t know where it will take me, but I won’t be denied
I can’t wait to see what’s next; I’ve so enjoyed this ride

Mdailey - 7/3/09

Ten Dollar Bill

I heard this story in a sermon and decided to put it to rhyme.  I hope you enjoy my version.
He held up a ten dollar bill
All heads turned; the room got still
Who would like this brand new bill?
All hands were in the air
He crumpled up that brand new bill
And asked if they would like it still
This crumpled up but still good bill
All hands were in the air
He threw the bill upon the ground
Stepped on it and ground it down
Who wants this bill all bent and brown?
All hands were in the air
But this ten dollar bill is not crisp and clean
It’s crumpled and dirty and no longer green
Who would still want this, it is almost obscene
All hands were in the air

My friends, many times in our lives I have found
We are down and we’re crumpled like dirt on the ground
But even at that our value is sound
Our lives are worth living still
So consider this lesson whenever you meet
The crumpled, the fallen, the man on the street
His worth is not less it is merely discrete
Like this crumpled up ten dollar bill

  Mdailey     02/19/09

His Hand on My Shoulder

I wrote this awhile back but never got around to posting it.  Let me know if it does anything for you.

As a youth I was a Christian
Knowing not what I believe
Heard the words but I just didn’t listen
It was more than my mind could conceive

Then all at once He touched my shoulder
Turning me now to His path
Showing me how to be bolder
By leaning much more on his staff

In the Army in my first real battle
Pinned down by the enemy fire
Kneeling so my knees wouldn’t rattle
Praying to God my desire

Then all at once He touched my shoulder
Turning me back to His path
And the heat of the battle turned colder
As I leaned on my Lord and his staff

Down through the years I’ve been trying
To constantly follow His leads
And I know there is no denying
He’s been there through all of my needs

Then all at once He touched my shoulder
Leading me now on His path
Knowing I won’t get much older
I’m leaning much more on his staff

Mdailey     4/21/08