Poetry

Surrounded by taunts and jeersThoughts of regret and wasted yearsWhat if, if only, dreams and fearsMy enemy is screaming It doesn’t have to be this wayYour peace, it comes, when I choose to sayMy God is with me every dayI’m surrounded by his presence I’m surrounded by my Fathers’s loveI’m surrounded by his promisesI’m surrounded by his angelsI’m secure in his protection His word is truth and powerfulIt’s hidden in my heartThe blood of Jesus covers meWe’ll never be apart He says I’m not to worryBring your concerns to meWith boldness and thanksgivingAnd from fear I’ll set you free That’s...

Tempest tossedTeapot boilingSeas are dyingShores are oily Who’s in charge here?Do you know?Whom are you seekingTo take control? There’s only one answerWisdom criesFall on your kneesAnd look to the skies For you must acknowledgeThe power of GodIs the only solutionOut of this fog Holy Spirit ariseAnd stir up your peopleFor as we uniteEvery giant’s defeated God’s army ariseIf united we’ll standWe’ll take this stormAnd we’ll take this land ~ Della Smith 6/16/2010 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear...

Everyone has scarsSome are deep withinSome are easier to seeLike the one that’s on my chin I got it from a bicycleWhen I was still quite smallAnd though you can still see itIt doesn’t hurt at all And then there was that timeThat someone broke my heartI didn’t see it comingAnd it ripped my world apart Some of us were woundedFrom betrayal by a friendA deep cut made by broken trustIs difficult to mend Rejection and abandonmentHave wounded many moreWe all long for acceptanceIt’s deep within our core I’m sure your scars are differentPerhaps some are the sameBut there is...

If you had a fatherYou loved with all your heartThe honor will come easyYou got a real good start But many hearts were brokenBy a father here belowPerhaps they were just missingPerhaps they dealt cruel blows On Father’s day, we think of themWith gratitude or painBut here we are, because they areThis truth will still remain It’s right to honor fathersThere’s a promise that comes with itA life that’s long and goes wellIt’s in the sixth commandment If it’s hard for you to honorThe father you were givenThere is healing for your wounded soulFrom Father God in heaven He wants...

Oh God, how many times have you heard this prayer?Pleading for comfort in the midst of despair Whenever all traces of hope seem to be gonePlease God, give me the strength to trudge on Give me some patience from your reserveAnd a little wisdom, and maybe some courage Give me a shoulder to catch my tearsGive me the peace to quell my fears Sometimes I feel so helpless and smallLike my life doesn’t make any difference at all Please God, whenever I’m feeling this wayJust help me make it through the day by Della Smith (c) 1976 Back to TOC