Trust and obey...
Death’s birth a saving grace -
a love of life’s enclave.
This once just seemed
no miracle meant for me.
Trust and obey...
Treasured words of knowing -
written just for me.
His love will always embrace
the child to be in me.
Trust and obey…
These words of life-giving seed -
called for me to hear.
No matter how I roamed,
the Shepperd’s love was always near.
Trust and obey…
Words ingrained within my soul -
each a spirit’s leap of joy.
Ringing at the beat of heart
my love no greater than His.
Trust and obey...
When life’s ending nears
and breath's end offers
leap with joyous resound
I will sing...
Only You have enabled me
Lord of loving care
to've pathed this life
with trust, because in
willingness to obey
your Father's love for me.
Author notes
I taken to writing some spiritual poems - your comments will be appreciated.
Please tell me what you think
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The repetition of the lines "trust and obey" expresses that resignation to life/fate/god (which ever it is). Such an action requires a lot of faith. The thought of life as such disturbs me a bit. But In the context of you poem it is appropriate. I also got that tone of knowing that nothing one can do can be greater than that of the father; and his love. Yet, trusting Him and that faith lessens the fear of death. For as one dies, one sees it as an opportunity to meet him. Its almost like a psalm of david.
-iphios -
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I appreciate the time you took to comment on this poem. I see death as meeting with Him. I trust the fact that He died for me and that His love for me endured to the end. FransB
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hey frans
i don't know about this one, it seems when you trust and obey you get screwed and manipulated.
i figure if theres an afterlife its there weather you trust or obey or not.
this reminds of a hymn to bring aid and comfort but I'm still afraid of dying.
dave -
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Some are at least honest about dying. Thanks for the comment and reading it. Frans.
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