He Came Back!

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John 20:6-7  then Simon Peter came, following him (John), and went into the tomb;  and he saw the linen cloths lying there, and the handkerchief that had been around His head, not lying with the linen cloths but folded together in a place by itself.

Custom dictated that when people reclined at table, they would always have a napkin. If someone rose from table but intended to return, he would fold his napkin and leave it at his place. However if he was not intending to return, he would crumple his napkin and leave it at his place.

When the disciples found the linens in which Jesus was wrapped, the napkin used to cover the face of Jesus was folded by itself. The message? I AM RETURNING!

All praise to our Risen Lord, He is risen! He is here! He came back!

THE  BRIDGE

On the brink of eternity, life’s treasures spent

A chasm of guilt at their feet

Their backs bent and burdened by choices they’d made

No avenues left for retreat

Abortion. The word burns like fire in her soul

Thirty years could not deaden the sting

Of laughter not heard, fairy tales never told

Lullabies that she never would sing

Alcohol. Echos of warnings ignored.

If you’re going to drink, please do not drive

Had he taken the time to heed their advice

That child might still be alive

Adultery. Regret. bitter sorrow and tears

If only she’d not given in

He’d forgiven her yes, but look at the pain

That was caused because of her sin

                          †

 On a hill called Golgotha construction begins

As the life’s breath of heaven stands still

Three nails and one tree are all that are used

According to God’s Holy Will

                          †

On the brink of forever, the canyon of guilt

Loomed before them with no way around

Their lives spent and worthless, all hope was gone

When suddenly they heard a sound

The gates of eternity trembled and shook

The earth groaned in urgent reply

And behold, before them God’s Son appeared

On a bridge that split open the sky

“Though your sins be as scarlet, they’ll be white as snow

If you’ll come by the way I’ve prepared

The Father is waiting to welcome you in

Not a resource in heaven was spared”

                          †

There’s a chasm of sin, which no man can cross

And it stands between heaven and me

But God built a bridge at the hands of His Son

It was made with three nails and one tree

                         †

© Sharon Coleman  2015

 

Christmas Morning

Jonahc     I share this every year, and the truth of it is still relevant. Just this week we saw on the news that a young boy was reunited with his mother after being held hostage and abused for four years. I love the Christmas season, but I want to be sensitive to those for whom it is a hard, sad time. As we thank God for our many blessings, won’t you join me in remembering and praying for those who are in prison, away from home, poor, homeless, or caught in the web of sin. addiction and hopelessness. It was for all of us that Jesus came, and it is for all of us that He lives. Blessings to you.

 Through softly floating snow flakes
He watched day fade to night
The house across the street lit up
The star on top shone bright
 
He pressed his tiny face against
The glass so he could see, the lights
That danced and sparkled
On his neighbor’s Christmas tree
 
He wondered what the world was like
For other girls and boys
Who woke up Christmas morning
To a Christmas tree and toys
 
He imagined how his mom and dad
Would smile and draw him near
And how they’d all have dinner
Cooked up with Christmas cheer
 
His mouth turned up in pleasure
At the picture he could see
Of a happy, normal little boy
But it was not to be…
 
The angry voices rose beyond
His bedroom door shut tight
His tiny body trembled
And his fantasy took flight
 
As the distant siren sounded
And his tears began to fall
He wondered where he’d be
When Christmas morning came to call
 
© Sharon E. Coleman 2013
 

 The preceding poem may not warm the cockles of your heart, but for all too many boys and girls it is reality.  This Christmas, won’t you please do what you can to help?  Put an extra dollar in the Salvation Army bucket; donate an extra toy to Toys for Tots; give to your local food bank or charity; adopt a child or a family for Christmas.  Pray for those who are locked in the bondage of poverty or domestic abuse.  And may God bless you and yours, even as your soul prospers (3 John 2).

 

 

 

 

 

His Throne Room

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Day is dawning swiftly now
Soon night will slip away
He waits! My Love, my Savior King
Sleep must have no more sway
Before the sun can kiss the sky
And nod for day to start
We’ll meet again, my Lord, my King
In the throne room of my heart

© Sharon E. Coleman 2014

Hebrews 4:16  Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace…

Interrupt me, Lord

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My day is planned, each moment full, a schedule I must keep
But pausing in my spirit, as if waking from my sleep
I realize that my plans may not be Your plans at all
So I whisper, “Interrupt me Lord, don’t let me miss Your call.”
 
Before me always seems to be a deadline I must meet
Calls to make, appointments, a ticking clock to beat
But in the midst of all the noise I make a simple choice
And say, “Please interrupt me Lord, I want to hear Your voice.”
 
Hours become days, spinning quickly by
And someday becomes yesterday in the blinking of an eye
So when I feel your nudging in the middle of the fray
May I answer, “Yes Lord.” “Not my will, but yours today.”
 
© Sharon E. Coleman 2014
 
 

Morning Star

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I want to walk Your secret paths, the way of the Most High
To rest beneath the shadow of Your wing; don’t pass me by
 
O Precious Holy Spirit, teach my restless mind to still
So I may hear Your tender voice and know Your perfect will
 
Let all the world around me grow dim and fade away
As I lift my voice and heart to You, let worry have no sway
 
When dark clouds start to gather, I know You can’t be far
The clouds but cloak my greatest joy, ’tis You, my Morning Star
 
© Sharon E. Coleman 2014
 
 
 

O What Love

O What Love

O what love this, to give what is most precious
O what grace is, to give what’s needed most
O what mercy, to give what I deserve not
O what beauty, proclaimed by Heavenly Host
 
What say I to such overwhelming passion?
My response to such selfless acts as these?
Shame and sorrow to trade for grace and glory
I can do naught but fall upon my knees
 
© Sharon E. Coleman 2013
 
 

No Room

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The wine was good; the inns were full that night in Bethlehem
Little did they know a King had come to visit them
“No room at the inn tonight,” the weary travelers heard
Too busy were the innkeepers to lend a kinder word
Save one who gave a second thought to the couple’s humble plight
And offered what he had to give, a stable for the night
 
We’ve heard the story many times and we sadly shake our head
He should have had the finest room, the softest feather bed
Yet how different is the welcome He receives this Christmas Day
From the one two thousand years ago with no place for Him to stay
 
When you hear His gentle knocking, does you heart’s door open wide
When He offered you salvation, did you bid Him “Come inside”
Or did you tell Him “Not today, I’ve got too much to do
You see, my schedule’s very full, there’s just no room for You”
 
Your eternity depends on your response to His request
You need only but to answer, He’s already done the rest
  
The day will come when each will find his sojourn here is done
Then we will do the knocking, calling on God’s only Son
Will He meet you there at heaven’s door with arms stretched open wide
Will you hear your Savior call your name and beckon you inside
Or will He sadly shake His head as regret begins to loom
“Your name’s not in my Book of Life, I’m sorry there’s no room”

 

© Sharon E.  Coleman 2013

…and another book was opened, which is the book of life…  Rev. 20:12

 

Christmas Heart

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I’ve re-arranged the furniture to make room for the tree
I’ve re-arranged the pantry for my annual baking spree
I’ve re-arranged my schedule to shop and bake and sew
I’ve re-arranged the outdoor tools, hoping for some snow
 
But before I do another thing, before I let the season start
In the quiet of this moment Lord, please re-arrange my heart
 
Oh precious Holy Father, You gave Your only Son
That we could have eternal life through Him, The Holy One
And though Your gift cannot be matched or placed beneath a tree
Let me give what’s not convenient, let me give a part of me
Your gift cannot be purchased, yet its value has no end
So let my gift be priceless, let me pause and be a friend
 
As You sent Your gift to us that night, in form of infant man
Let me see this Holy story through a child’s eyes once again
May the wonder and the glory pour through everything I do
With the excitement of a child let my heart be filled with YOU
 
Then let the Christmas banner of the Lord be lifted high
I will deck the halls, pray for snow, and bake a pumpkin pie
I will fill my home with wondrous smells, I’ll decorate the tree
But let the world see Christ in Christmas, and let it start with me
 
©Sharon E. Coleman 2013
 
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes on Him should never perish but have everlasting life.  (John 3:16)

Christmas Morning

 
Jonahc
  
Through softly floating snow flakes
He watched day fade to night
The house across the street lit up
The star on top shone bright
 
He pressed his tiny face against
The glass so he could see, the lights
That danced and sparkled
On his neighbor’s Christmas tree
 
He wondered what the world was like
For other girls and boys
Who woke up Christmas morning
To a Christmas tree and toys
 
He imagined how his mom and dad
Would smile and draw him near
And how they’d all have dinner
Cooked up with Christmas cheer
 
His mouth turned up in pleasure
At the picture he could see
Of a happy, normal little boy
But it was not to be…
 
The angry voices rose beyond
His bedroom door shut tight
His tiny body trembled
And his fantasy took flight
 
As the distant siren sounded
And his tears began to fall
He wondered where he’d be
When Christmas morning came to call
 
© Sharon E. Coleman 2013
 

 The preceding poem may not warm the cockles of your heart, but for all too many boys and girls it is reality.  This Christmas, won’t you please do what you can to help?  Put an extra dollar in the Salvation Army bucket; donate an extra toy to Toys for Tots; give to your local food bank or charity; adopt a child or a family for Christmas.  Pray for those who are locked in the bondage of poverty or domestic abuse.  And may God bless you and yours, even as your soul prospers (3 John 2).

Christmas Wish

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This poem always brings tears to my eyes. It did when I wrote it, and it does every year as I read it. I wrote it thinking about those I love, and don’t get to see or visit with as often as I would like. Again, it is my sincere and my heart felt wish.

 

If I could have a Christmas wish, I know what it would be
We’d spend some real time catching up, over a cup of Christmas tea
We’d talk about the years gone by, how quickly they have flown
We’d talk about our children, and how quickly they have grown
 
If I could have a Christmas wish, time and space would have no sway
Old friends, although seldom seen, would never slip away
But rather, with the Season, in glow of Christmas tree
Unfettered hearts would meet again, over a cup of Christmas tea
 
If I could have a Christmas wish, I know what it would be
We’d have a good ole’ heart to heart, with our cup of Christmas tea
We’d laugh until we cried; we’d eat the things we shouldn’t
We’d talk about the things we’ve done, that we always said we wouldn’t
 
If I could have a Christmas wish, I’d make a wish for you
I’d wish you joy, I’d wish you love, and peace to see you through
The joy that comes from knowing Christ came to set us free
The love of Christmas every day, as through His eyes we see
The peace that passes circumstance, and knows that in the end,
The Christ Child born that star lit night, is Savior, Lord and Friend
 
So let’s both make a Christmas wish
I’ll think of you, you think of me
We’ll share a smile and remember…
Over a cup of Christmas tea
 
©Sharon E. Coleman 2013