GOD CALLS TO HIS CHILDREN
His sons and daughters are special treasures. He nourishes and encourages us, empowering us to work, dream, play, rest
and love -- for Him.
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LIFE-GOLD collection of poems copyright (c) 1995 by Marilee Miller
illustrated Web version copyright (c) 2009 by Marilee Miller
All rights reserved. One copy allowed on non-commercial computers for personal use. Otherwise, no copying in any form (electronic, digital, or mechanical) without permission.
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A SON'S TREASURE
Son of mine, you are treasure
In earthen vessel,
That the glory of the Lord
Might gleam willingly through;
You are hope to the needs of others,
A man created special:
To give of self after being recreated
In God by ways tender, filled anew.
Man of God, dig and delve
For heaven's joys 'midst earth sorrow;
Be the gold of perfection,
Learn of His gold: true masculinity!
Born into a world which fears tomorrow
Will hold no future promise at all,
Son, I make you example to all in tough times --
Give yourself fully, wholly to me,
And within yourself I shall develop
The Pure Light of reflected Divinity.
Let yourself be sensitized
To need, by the power of God.
Come forth as guide most bold:
After you have yourself been tried,
You shall become as solid, worthy gold!
~ * ~
A DAUGHTER'S GOLD.
My Daughter,
You are fair to me:
More precious than spun gold --
For Gold is valuable,
But not very pliable,
Malleable,
But not very "kind."
Yet you, Sister-of-delight,
Are willing to submit to me,
To become everything I have asked you to be.
You, I've made to have all womanly charms
Of tender heart
To delight a God who weeps
For pity over the whole world.
So then, have pity also on yourself.
(Do not be so hard on yourself.)
Ah, my Dear! I give you
Such great expectations!
The greatest gift is trusting Me,
In whom you are uncrushable,
Your fears "hushable";
For you may trust Your God
To lead you, speak to you,
And show you The Way!
Oh, fair Daughter,
Despair never,
Hope in Me ever,
For you are so very loved --
Worthy in the Lord,
Loveable and inwardly beautiful,
And "enabled," just by Me!
You grow afraid
The world will not see
You as Woman of stature;
But what care you for
The adage, "What others think"?
For I, the Lord, sustain you,
And meet your every need.
Yes, you are precious treasure --
A Vessel of the Lord,
Fully yielded to Me.
And others shall see you
As beautiful as you really are!
Be discouraged no longer!
Go forward, little Lovelight
Of my special eye!
(And be patient with your God,
Who is making you the Woman
He longs to have you be!
Yes, right now!) For, I tell you,
I cherish the gift
Of a daughter's gold,
Given so tenderly to Me!
~ * ~
GOD'S DIGGER OF GOLD
Child of mine,
You are laboring Miner,
Delving in deep places
For mystery's treasure trove;
Yet you remain unstooped, unsoiled
By the work of exploring for flicker
Of yellow gold vein
Amidst rocky carapaces.
For I have called you to be My Own.
And I will bless your efforts;
With Me, you shall become one!
~ * ~
A CONFECTION BAKER FOR THE MAKER
Child of mine, holy one
That I've called to be:
You are like a creating Baker,
Your life working a masterpiece
More precious than frothy spun sugar,
With final blessings to be admired by all,
And very sweet to the taste.
(Yet because you work from
No earthly recipe,
But are stirring and baking
A God-filled recipe,
Fret not, my own beloved,
If your baking turns out bitter
To the taste of human friend!)
For nevertheless, you shall be whole, to me!
I, God, will approve of your work;
The gift of a gentled spirit
Will taste exceedingly good to Me!
And angels will rejoice
At this, My called blessing-feast,
Because you care enough to bake me a little cake
Of your precious, God-breathed life,
Giving your very best for kingdom's sake!
~ * ~
FRAGILE CHILD
You are a fragile Child --
Innocent dancing in the meadow,
Sun on shoulder, fair of head;
While all Nature's bounties
Abound, you're also absorbing
The truth of ME (God)
Into your innermost being.
Seemingly, you walk in grace,
With carefree abandon --
Yet I say to you, there
Are dreams enough planted
Within your fair head
To prepare you as even
A chosen messenger of promise
To serve your Lord.
Nourished in my SON-light have you been,
And I delight to call you My Own!
You are many things more, to Me,
(And I am but One to you --
Your Very All!)
But it would profit not
To tell you now,
Just what "Power" (because of Me)
I see you to be.
For earthly treasure,
Greater stature,
You need never strive,
But seek to grow, and thrive,
And live, and be nourished of Me!
~ * ~
LIFE-GOLD collection of poems copyright (c) 1995 by Marilee Miller
illustrated Web version copyright (c) 2009 by Marilee Miller
All rights reserved. One copy allowed on non-commercial computers for personal use. Otherwise, no copying in any form (electronic, digital, or mechanical) without permission.
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