I Remember – Easter - I am not sure this qualifies as a spiritual poem or not but it shows that I have mixed memories of Easter - some of them very secular and some more mundane. Some from early childhood and some from a more grown up perspective. What is it you remember about Easter?
I remember
Mom’s big hat
Where we sat
At Easter
I remember
New church shoes
Old church pews
At Easter
I remember
Moms and sisters
New shoe blisters
At Easter
I remember
Pure white dresses
Summer tresses
At Easter
I remember
Festive bonnet
Flowers upon it
At Easter
I remember
Flowered purses
Bible verses
At Easter
I remember
Choirs sang
Church bells rang
At Easter
I remember
Peter Rabbit
Nuns in habit
At Easter
I remember
Fake green grass
Latin Mass
At Easter
I remember
Dressing up
The wine and cup
At Easter
I remember
World and heaven
Bread unleavened
At Easter
I remember
Hidden treasure
Love unmeasured
At Easter
I remember
Flowers bloom
The empty tomb
At Easter
I remember
Candy sweet
Satan’s defeat
At Easter
I remember
Spiral ham
The great I AM
At Easter
I remember
Our Lord Jesus
How he freed us
At Easter
Mdailey 3/22/10
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
FAITH
This was another poem composed while driving. I think the rhythm of the road gets my mind to working on poetry better than just sitting at my desk. I hope this means something to someone out there. I would love to hear any comments you might have. Mike
Faith, you gotta show it
If not, you simply blow it
Inaction – and your faith just isn’t real
For eternal satisfaction
You have to take some action
You have to show the world just how you feel
Examples? Look through Bible pages
Throughout history; all the ages
Men and women took their chances
And found eternal life enhances
Faith can move mountains
But YOU have to push
Get off of your knees
Get off of your tush
Get out in the world
Wear your faith on your sleeve
So that others can see
What you truly believe
Help your father, help your mother
Help your sister, help your brother
And do it just because you know it’s right
Even better, help a stranger
Be a modern day “Lone Ranger”
Do it even when you’re out of sight
As Nike says – Just do it
There’s really not much to it
If you believe, you act on that belief
For faith is love in action
And heaven’s great attraction
And that is this week’s spiritual in brief
Mdailey 3/12/10
Faith, you gotta show it
If not, you simply blow it
Inaction – and your faith just isn’t real
For eternal satisfaction
You have to take some action
You have to show the world just how you feel
Examples? Look through Bible pages
Throughout history; all the ages
Men and women took their chances
And found eternal life enhances
Faith can move mountains
But YOU have to push
Get off of your knees
Get off of your tush
Get out in the world
Wear your faith on your sleeve
So that others can see
What you truly believe
Help your father, help your mother
Help your sister, help your brother
And do it just because you know it’s right
Even better, help a stranger
Be a modern day “Lone Ranger”
Do it even when you’re out of sight
As Nike says – Just do it
There’s really not much to it
If you believe, you act on that belief
For faith is love in action
And heaven’s great attraction
And that is this week’s spiritual in brief
Mdailey 3/12/10
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
God Hears
I wrote this on the drive from Wilmington, NC down to our place in Ocean Ridge - about an hour's drive. I like to compose poems in my head while I drive but sometimes I get a little nrevous about remembering all the words in my head when I finally get to my destination and write them down. Today was no exception. I hope this poem inspires you to say a prayer for someone you love - you never realize just how much that helps.
When I get to the pearly gate
I’ll simply tell Saint Peter
That I’m sorry that I’m late
But I had loved ones praying
Hard for me each day
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
When I was young I drank some
Much more than my fair share
If I heard there would be drinking
I’d try to be right there
But I had loved ones praying
That I would change some day
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
When I was just out driving
I knew I drove too fast
And when I hit that slick spot
Thought my end had come at last
But I had loved ones praying
That I would be OK
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
And if I ever doubted
God was in my life
I only had to think about
The day I met my wife
For I had loved ones praying
That she’d show me the way
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
Mdailey 3/10/10
When I get to the pearly gate
I’ll simply tell Saint Peter
That I’m sorry that I’m late
But I had loved ones praying
Hard for me each day
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
When I was young I drank some
Much more than my fair share
If I heard there would be drinking
I’d try to be right there
But I had loved ones praying
That I would change some day
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
When I was just out driving
I knew I drove too fast
And when I hit that slick spot
Thought my end had come at last
But I had loved ones praying
That I would be OK
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
And if I ever doubted
God was in my life
I only had to think about
The day I met my wife
For I had loved ones praying
That she’d show me the way
And I am simply living proof
God hears us when we pray
Mdailey 3/10/10
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Garden Gate
I was unable to write a new poem for this week. I have a theme and some thoughts rattling around in my head for a new poem but the words just are not coming. So this week I am sending you one I wrote a while back. It was originally part of a longer one but I split it into two poems as the two parts did not mesh all that well I only had to tweak it a little to stand alone. I don’t recall circulating this one before. It is short and to the point without my usual ramblings. If you like it pass it on to someone else.
Every day in every life you come to that fork in the road
Turn left or turn right it all depends upon the weight of your load
Take the one more traveled; in case you may break down
If you doubt your mode of travel - if your faith is not that sound
Or take the road less traveled, its narrow but it’s straight
It leads to where you want to go, straight to the garden gate
The Bible is your guide book with key turns pointed out
From the Garden to the desert and wanderings all about
With the simplest of guidelines – just listen to the Lord
He ask no more of any man than what he can afford
Love each man as your brother; let there be none you hate
And you will find your savior waiting at the garden gate
Mdailey 2/19/08
Every day in every life you come to that fork in the road
Turn left or turn right it all depends upon the weight of your load
Take the one more traveled; in case you may break down
If you doubt your mode of travel - if your faith is not that sound
Or take the road less traveled, its narrow but it’s straight
It leads to where you want to go, straight to the garden gate
The Bible is your guide book with key turns pointed out
From the Garden to the desert and wanderings all about
With the simplest of guidelines – just listen to the Lord
He ask no more of any man than what he can afford
Love each man as your brother; let there be none you hate
And you will find your savior waiting at the garden gate
Mdailey 2/19/08
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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Mike
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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.
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.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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
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
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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
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
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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
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
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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
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
Monday, January 11, 2010
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
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
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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
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
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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
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
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