Beyond My Understanding
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:5
Way beyond my understanding.
All I know is
It was a miracle that remains
And the miracle was a gift
Delivered to crumbling doorstep
Outside my sagging door locked tight
Nailed shut,
Yet breached,
It sat inside on rotting floor
Shining to be opened.
To be believed past unbelief
By miracle, not my doing.
Gift
It is salvation wrapped in grace undeserved.
The gift of faith to see hope once unseen.
A new heart unchained
Full with compassion
And repentance like a changing wind.
Heart to feel abundant love long unfelt
And mirror eyes to see myself as I am seen
Then others too, the same.
And mercy, charity, a call to pray,
A heart to sing, a heart to praise,
Hands to raise, a Book to read
All unwrapped and taken out,
When gift, upon gift, inside gift, unveiled
Then took away all fears and doubts
Healed my aching soul complete
And full and whole, then more, and more
A heart to tell of gifts and Glory,
Of His Great Love,
Holding out poor offerings,
And gratitude, a heart of thanks,
I thank you JESUS, thank you LORD!
That You should care for me.
To rebuild my house,
To give me gifts,
To give me Yourself.
Oh, Miracles beyond my dull understanding,
Though nothing is beyond Yours,
I can but sit in rejoicing gratitude.
And no better gift
Nor more precious treasure
Could forever enter
Through my splintered door.
Alone in the Rockies.
Mar 02, 2013 @ 13:04:32
+Len, Great stuff. If we had to understand it to get to heaven I wonder how few people would ever make it there? Keep up the good work Len, you write to others as I talk to others, out of a sense of pure joy and abundance of the awareness of what Christ did for us with no real effort or understanding of our own. Not many Christians ultimately and finally grasp that concept brother, we just keep trying to put ourselves in the role of major contributor in the process and it just ain’t so,”You hath He quickened who were DEAD in trespasses and sin” I haven’t seen many dead people in the Olympics lately no matter how badly they wanted to compete……..ron
“The minister of Christ should unrobe himself of every rag of praise. ‘You preached well,’ said a friend to John Bunyan one morning. ‘You are too late,’ said honest John, ‘the devil told me that before I left the pulpit.’ The devil often tells God’s servants a great many things which they should be sorry to hear.” Charles Spurgeon
Mar 03, 2013 @ 07:19:47
Another beautiful masterpiece that glorifies our wonderful Savior and Lord. You are anointed for writing poetry that exposes the unmatched beauty of Jesus and His gift of salvation. Your ministry is fully blessed, Len. Thank you for blessing my day with your words.
Mar 04, 2013 @ 23:44:14
Your poetry and encouragement are among the blessings I count each day. This is one of the kindest comments I’ve ever received. Thank you, dear friend and sister.
Apr 03, 2013 @ 09:09:14
I love this poem,
I also wrote on a similar subject here: http://robinclaire.wordpress.com/a-dirty-little-shack/
love to you friend,
robin
Apr 03, 2013 @ 10:07:08
Thank you, friend and sister in faith. I read and left my own comment. Bless you!