Immanuel
When abandonment approached,
A blessed Savior came beside.
Delivered from reproach,
In His bosom I can hide.
Always near the brokenhearted,
Quick to heal and slow to wound.
His grace hath not departed,
His deliverance hath swooned.
With the gravest of reports
Came a hope as distant light.
Anchored sure by faith’s retort:
“His hand hath held me tight.”
Amidst my fiery furnace,
Another felt the flames.
Though piety was earnest,
He bore the greater pain.
In the fiercest night of warfare,
He hath borne me up secure.
His might arm I’ve known there
When alone I can’t endure.
In perfect clarity displayed
What shall separate the child
From the love that God arrays
Upon the ones He’s reconciled!?
Romans 8:38, 39
”For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” NIV
His Delight
What comfort and reprieve I find
what wondrous peace of mind!
To know my God delights in me,
Revives my languid levity.
Though I may fail He never does,
though I am frail, I’ll rise above
Every trial and every test
He’ll one day put to rest.
I am assured, I am His child.
I have been reconciled.
In reverence and hope in Christ
A promise holds me tight:
Despite my inconsistency,
He still delights in me.
Psalms 147: 11 it says “the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.
Husbands, Love Your Wives
Lord, I come to seek your grace
To be the husband you desire.
I fall upon my knees to plead:
”Help me be all God requires.”
I lift this prayer, my offering,
To the God of perfect love,
Lord, Grant me this desire:
To be the man she’s worthy of.
Lord, work in me a servant’s heart
To lift her up until she soars.
Lord every day, a little more,
May she see what God adores.
Let love and earnest passion be
My calling everyday.
May I love you more tomorrow;
Twice as much as yesterday.
Ephesians 5:25 “Husbands, love your wives,
just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her
The Revival Altar Call
Let every saint be still and prostrate here.
Believers, discontent with timid faith.
May bold petitions follow every tear
And hearts revived, never to abate.
Let every saint be quick to bend the knee.
Believers, drawn together as one bride.
May humility, a fallen world perceive
And revival in the church far more abide.
Let every saint be lowly as they pray.
Believers, all contrite of heart and head.
May truth and our confessions lead the way
And revival in the state be borne and spread.
Let every saint be sure to fear our God.
Believers called to �go� with none retired.
May all come trembling as we lightly trod
And revival in the country burn as fire.
Let every saint be confident of prayer,
Believers stirred again and freed from sin.
May the Holy Spirit touch lives everywhere
and revival in all nations now begin!
Isaiah 57:12
For this is what the high and lofty One says� he who lives forever, whose name is holy: “I live in a high and holy place, but also with him who is contrite and lowly in spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.
Still Resonance
A fault, a quake, tsunami comes!
Swift the stealthy current runs.
Low it lays till waves arise,
Low it lays the builder�s prize.
None escape the water�s power
Homes engulfed and lives devoured.
Still the fault brings resonance,
Nearby shores hold no resemblance
To when the waters held their bounds
And earth revolved at slower rounds.
She moans beneath tectonic plates
Pressures shift, another quake?
Still the fault brings resonance,
Lives bereft of others presence.
Tattered pictures posted near
Shallow pools of mourner’s tears.
Earth still rings beneath the toll
That only Asian waters know.
Still the fault brings resonance,
Yet through these days of dissonance
Survivors cling to one reprieve:
The children lost are all relieved.
They’re safe behind the pearly gates
Where never tide nor trouble waits.
Matthew 18:14 “In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.” NIV
Joy
It is the confident position
That God Almighty reigns.
It is the thorough expectation
That simple faith proclaims.
It is the song in dire places,
That rejoices through the pain.
It is taking hold of graces
And standing in His name.
It is strength and consolation,
To know He’s in control.
It is void of consternation
As it fills the settled soul.
It is power for believers
And a gift from God above.
It conquers the Deceiver
And dances in His love.
Psalm 28:7 �The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song.
Tender of Roses
Beloved garden roses: gift of God and lovers flower,
Spread your colored petals, and cradle fallen showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?
For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father.
Looking daily to their needs, so faithfully He waters.
From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak, and for His pleasure takes it home.
As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.
The Touch
Who knows how long the leper lived,
Since last he felt a touch?
Who knows the depth of suffering
And solitude of such?
The torment of his body
And the exile of his soul!
To be cast out and ostracized,
despised with none to hold.
While none would dare be near him,
One knew how he yearned.
While others ran for cover,
This One stopped and turned.
No one could attend him.
This man was all alone.
Until the hand of Jesus
Was willing to atone.
Heaven sent, compassion bound
A Shepherd found this sheep.
Distorted, wounded kneeling down,
He raised him to his feet.
No more bitter suffering,
No festered limbs were curled.
Jesus met the leper with:
A touch felt ’round the world.
Mark 1:41 Filled with compassion, Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!”
Brief and Cherished
While short the time, a spirit soars
forever over earthen shores.
My child though absent, lives and reigns,
completely free of earthly pains.
Panting for the pending day, aching to embrace;
our little baby we will see, one day face to face.
Pray for us our little angel, help us with our grief.
Pray that God would send His Son, to minister relief.
Reserve a place at heaven�s gate, where we will meet again
and I can hold you there as close, as once remembered when,
you stirred within your mother, and blessed my lovely wife.
Forever changed and touched by you, a precious little life.
We think of you so often, and pause to thank our God
For every moment we have shared, has left us moved and awed.
A tender bud, a fleeting gift whose worth we�ve truly learned,
now Heaven is a better place, since this one has returned.Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. Yours, O LORD , is the kingdom; you are exalted as head
over all. 1 Chronicles 29:11 NIV
Remind Me, Lord
Should I in wealth and fame reside
And there no “needs†appear;
Remind me Lord, in Thee I hide
Abiding, keep me near.
Should I in comfort lose the view
Of Who it is Who reigns;
Remind me Lord, that it is you
And you, I must proclaim.
Should I in health and strength persist
To think that I’m sufficient;
Remind me Lord, that I’m a mist
While you remain omniscient.
When I in lean and wanting days
Forget how I adored Thee;
Remind me Lord, of countless ways
Your faithfulness restored me.
When I in pain and sickness cried
Desperate for reprieve;
Remind me Lord, you’re by my side
You’re He who never leaves.
When I near death, become remiss
and think of only flaws;
Remind me Lord, the chief is this
I’m hid with Christ in God.
“For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.”
Colossians 3:3 NIV
Cast Your Cares
Have you faults today to share
Or pains you wish to drown?
Are there sins you cannot bear
Or burdens to lie down?
Will you cast your cares on Jesus,
Where the grace of God can free us?
Have you words you can’t retract
Or addictions that have used you?
Is there bondage left intact
By the habits you are used to?
Will you cast your cares on Jesus,
Where the grace of God can free us?
Have you waywardness to straighten
Or a path to re-direct?
Are there convictions to awaken
Or His word to resurrect?
Will you cast your cares on Jesus,
Where the grace of God can free us?
Have you yet to taste and see
Or has fear and doubt prevailed?
Have you known of love supreme
Or the cross where He was nailed?
Will you cast your cares on Jesus,
Where the grace of God can free us?
I Peter 5:7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. KJV
The Prayer Closet
When all seems lost, and trials press,
I’ve have found a blessed rest.
It’s in the prayer closet where
He intercedes the best.
I come with brokenness and tears
And soon the Comforter is near.
It’s in the prayer closet where
He buries all my fears.
Whenever life becomes too much
And I just need a touch.
It’s in the prayer closet where
He has me in His clutch.
When a friend is needing You,
I have a mighty prayer pew.
It’s in the prayer closet where
In secret, there are two.
Matthew 6:6 But you, when you pray, go into your inner room, close your door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.
Mourning Into Dancing
To contemplate His cross and scorn,
The writhing pain for me He bore
Brings me now, as times before
To weeping all the more.
I know my sins left deep impressions,
His feet and hands felt my transgressions.
He spent Himself for my redemption
And guaranteed my resurrection.
My spirit breaks, it yearns, it aches
To fully grasp my pardoned state.
Knowing Jesus took my place,
Defines for me amazing grace.v
To contemplate that yonder morn
When stands the Bride of Christ adorned;
Brings me now, as times before
To dancing all the more.
Psalms 30: 11,12 “Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;
Thou hast loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness;
That my soul may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent O Lord my God,
I will give thanks to Thee forever.” NASB
Poems by Tom Valles, II
Poems by Tom Valles, I
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