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Mike

What Do You Want

Do you remember when you were young and you asked someone in authority (your parents or teacher) just what it was that you were supposed to do knowing full well what was expected of you but hoping they would give you something easier?  Do you think that maybe sometimes we do that with God?


When Jesus of Nazareth came into town
He spoke of the devil and what’s going down
And when he was through some guy came around
“What do you want me to do?”


So He told of a rich man and basically why
A camel would easier pass through an eye
And after the story, a guy would come by
“What do you want me to do?”


So He gave them the sermon from up on the mount
And listed the things that really did count
But not all who listened knew what’s paramount
“What do you want me to do?”


And then there on the cross when He died for our sin
A thief asked forgiveness and He took him in
Yet after all that, we still ask of Him
“What do you want me to do?”


Repent; ask forgiveness at the end of the day
Remember that Jesus’s the light and the way
Follow his lead and you won’t have to say
“What do you want me to do?”

Mdailey 2/19/10

I was not sure I liked this at first.  The question just popped into my head and I could not get it out without composing a poem of some kind.  I kept repeating it in my head to see if I could come up with something better but I was stuck with what I had.  Let me know if you like this or not.  You can add a comment to this blog if you want.  You can even sign in as annomomous if you want.

Believe in Miracles

Do you believe in miracles?
Not just those the Book defines
The turning water into wine
The feeding thousands at one time
But the extra-ordinary kind

The sunrise each and every morning
The sunshine sometimes when it’s storming
The gentleness of bees when swarming
Do you believe in miracles?

The sunset each and every evening
The smile you find when you’re done grieving
The grace with faith that you’re receiving
Do you believe in miracles?

That no two snowflakes are the same
That even down to earth He came
The warmth you feel speaking His name
Do you believe in miracles?

That missionaries are so driven
Any and all sins forgiven
That though He died, He has arisen
Do you believe in miracles?

That you believe – not understand
That you are part of God’s grand plan
That Jesus was The Great I AM
Do you believe in miracles?

Then maybe you sometime today
Can take a minute out to pray
Or bow your head and simply say
I do believe in miracles.

Mdailey 2/13/10

Walking on Water

Try walking on water
When you need a place to go
It’s just doing what you oughta’
Doing what you know
You don’t have to be a preacher
Or thump the Good Book so
Just listen to the teacher
Take the path that he will show

Try walking on water
When the Lord calls you out
Keep your eyes on the savior
And not what’s all about
He won’t disappoint you
He won’t let you fall
Let the Spirit anoint you
When the Lord comes to call

Try walking on water
Let your faith be your guide
In the footsteps of Jesus
Let your spirit abide
The road won’t be easy
But would surely be harder
Without faith in the Lord
Try walking on water

Mdailey   2/19/08

A Glimpse of Jesus

Sometimes you do not see what is directly in front of you.  And sometimes you think you see something becausse you are wanting to see it.


I caught a glimpse of Jesus
On the face of my child asleep
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But I saw something I'd like to keep

I caught a glimpse of Jesus
When my wife looked at me just so
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But Jesus was there I know


I caught a glimpse of Jesus
In the eyes of a stranger down town
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But he appears to be always around

I caught a glimpse of Jesus
Today when I looked in the mirror
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But the image of Jesus was clear


I caught a glimpse of Jesus
I thought "how can this be"
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But Jesus was looking for me


The moral of this story
And I swear this one is true
In all his grace and glory
Jesus is looking for you

Mdailey   02/12/09

That Old Rugged Cross

The first line of this poem popped into my head the other evening.  I don't know if I heard it on the radio or TV or overheard someone's conversation - it was just there and I had to see where it would take me. This is one of a very few that took more than one sitting to write and I am not really sure that I got to where I thought I was going with it.

That old rugged cross never meant much to me
Just a hymn in a book from all I could see
But I sang along to appease family
Though that old rugged cross meant nothing to me

Church to me was always the views
Of all the cute girls out there in the pews
I paid little attention to all the Good News
Or the consequences of the things that I’d choose


When I came of age I left churches behind
They were just not my thing- a complete waste of time
It was not the Savior I was looking to find
And the old rugged cross never entered my mind


Then as I grew older with kids of my own
There was nothing inside me and I felt so alone
I looked back at my life and I should have known
And that old rugged cross was calling me home


To that old rugged cross that just had to be
A symbol of that man who died there for me
On that old rugged cross so that I would be free
To follow my savior for all eternity


He died for the sins of this unworthy man
Died for that’s central to God’s holy plan
And He rose once again as only He can
From that old rugged cross to the greatest “I AM”

Mdailey 01/24/10

Isaiah 43:1

Sometimes when I listen to a sermon, I get to thinking about how I feel about the topic or the objective of the sermon and start composing a poem to capture my thoughts.  I think of these as my own little prayers and I would love to share them with all of you.  Let me know what you think of them.

Isaiah 43:1  (I have called you by name – you are mine)

I have a name
Not that given at birth
That means more to me
Than all things here on earth
A Michael or John
I mean – what is that worth
He has called me by name
I am His


Yes, I’ve had a name
Since I met the Lord
And now He and I
Are of one accord
That following Him
Is the greatest reward
He has called me by name
I am His


His – as an example
Not just a façade
His – as a beacon
His own dowsing rod
His – as in brother
Together in God
He has called me by name
I am His


Christian’s the name
Of which I am proud
It separates me
From the worldly crowd
So just call me Christian
And say it out loud
He has called me by name
I am His

Mdailey 01/10/10

TAKE MY HAND JESUS

I was asked the other day if somone could use one of my poems in a sermon.  Without hesitation I agreed.  These spiritual poems I write are sort of my way of praying and the greatest pleasure I get with the poems is when someone wants to share something I wrote (or something I prayed) with someone else.  As long as you do not claim the poem for yourself, anyone reading this blog can share the poems with friends, family and even group gatherings with my blessing.

I wrote this poem while in New Mexico several years ago.  I would go for a walk in the foothills of Farmington NM and every day I would compose another verse.  I did not write any of them down for weeks but just kept repeating them to myself until I knew them by heart.

Take my hand Jesus; it’s you I think of
Since I’ve heard all the stories of your precious love
Take my hand Jesus, and I’ll follow above
Take my hand Jesus, I pray

Take my hand Jesus; I’ve heard them all say
You are the truth, and the light and the way
Take my hand Jesus, and I’ll follow today
Take my hand Jesus, I pray

Take my hand Jesus, that’s all you need do
You are the only way I’ll make it through
Take my hand Jesus, and I’ll follow you
Take my hand Jesus, I pray

Take my hand Jesus, for you are the treasure
Besides you no earthly wealth ever could measure
Take my hand Jesus, and I’ll follow with pleasure
Take my hand Jesus, I pray

Take my hand Jesus, take all that is mine
For you are the Shepard, so gentle and kind
Take my hand Jesus, and I’ll follow behind
Take my hand Jesus, I pray

Take my hand Jesus, it’s yours all alone
You are the greatest thing I’ve ever known
Take my hand Jesus, and I’ll follow you Home
Take my hand Jesus, I pray

Take my hand Jesus, and let us begin
Your death on the cross paid for all of my sin
Take my hand Jesus, and I’ll follow you in
Take my hand Jesus, I pray

Mdailey

A Quiet Place

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This poem was written following a sermon at Ox Hill Baptist Church in chantilly, va.  Let me know what you think.

We're living in a troubled time,
Troubled minds and troubled signs
Troubled homes with troubled loans
Our spirits are just dried up bones

We need somewhere that we can go
To lift us from this spiritual low
To talk to someone in the know
We need a place where we can go

Jesus often made the case
For finding his own quiet place
A place where he could go and pray
We all could use that place today

A quiet place to call our own
Away from TV, crowds and phones
A place to water our dry bones
A quiet place to call our own

A quiet place just out of sight
There for us all day or night
To think about what's wrong and right
A quiet place just out of sight

A quiet place to bow our heads
To say the things that need be said
A place where the "Good Book" is well-read
A quiet place to bow our heads

A quiet place to heal our spirit
Anytime that we are near it
Where we can pray and God can hear it
A quiet place to heal our spirit

It needn't be in time or space
This thing you call your quiet place
Just something that you can embrace
Where you and God can interface

Excuse me if I do digress
We're living in the world's unrest
But talk to God and He will bless
Your quiet place, it's His address

Mdailey    02/12/09

Bedtime Prayer

Bedtime Prayer


Now I lay be down to rest
Lord, I’ve tried to do my best
To heed your word and see your view
And treat others as you would do
And as for all the times I stray
I beg forgiveness every day
So when my time on earth is through
I pray you take me home with you

Mdailey 11/20/09

Church

Our doors are always open to all of those who morn

And all those seeking comfort from their private storm

To all of those just tired and need a place to rest

To all those lost and lonely, come in and be our guest

To all who pray and seek help and are looking to repent

To all who seek forgiveness for the times they were hell-bent

To all who failed and want strength, to all who loved our Lord

Who want to sing His praises, we are of one accord

To all who have been blessed, no matter why you came

Our doors are always open; you’re welcome in His name



Mdailey 10/7/09

The Star and the Stable

The Star and the Stable
A message for man
That God in his wisdom
Through his loving hand
Provided a savior
Fulfilling His plan
The Star and the Stable
A message so grand


The Star in the heavens
Lit up the whole land
A “new birth” announcement
As only He can
Guiding all to the babe
Born more than a man
The Star in the heavens
The message so grand


The Stable so humble
Where cattle were stored
The birthplace of Jesus
Now worldly adored
Who’s death in this world
Brought us Heaven’s reward
The Stable so humble
Birthplace of our Lord


So now every year
At our Christmas table
We retell the story
And how we’re now able
To retire unto heaven
So much more than fable
And it all started out
With the Star and the Stable

Mdailey 11/03/09

My House

My house, I found, was built on sand
Designed by me by my own hand
When things got rough, it could not stand
My house was built on shifting sand


That’s when I found Jesus
Or let’s say that he found me
When I was lost and as down as could be
He opened my eyes so I finally could see
And he built me a house with a lifetime guarantee


I was living a life just like I had planned
Notches aplenty on my nightstand
Drinking and gambling and feeling so grand
But my house was built upon shifting sand


For somehow or other, it got out of hand
My picture and name on every newsstand
And of course by and by you know I was canned
And I found I was standing in my own quick sand


I had to sit back, I had to take stock
I had to return to the good Sheppard’s flock
I had to admit my life was a crock
So He’d build me a house on his solid rock


That’s when I found Jesus
Or let’s say that he found me
When I was lost and as down as I could be
He opened my eyes so I finally could see
And he built me a house with a lifetime guarantee


Mdailey 10/28/09