Poetry of Christy Cumbie

My King Reigns

THIS DOCTOR MAKES HOUSE CALLS

I've heard of a gentle doctor
Who makes house calls in the home,
He never stays in one place long;
For He's always on the roam.
He travels light, for in His words,
"Not a thing should weigh Me down,"
His mind can be on many things;
But His concentration is profound!
The way this great Physician works
Is to sit and chat awhile,
His demeanor is delightful;
His voice is gilded with a smile.
You may ask how much His treatment costs,
Perhaps a penny on the dime,
But payment need not be scheduled,
He accepts offerings any time.
He doesn't use expense accounts,
He really has no need to bother,
For his ability was given Him
By his good and faithful Father.
He'll do anything that's needed,
From mending hearts to catching sneezes.
You´ve never known a healer like this,
He´s the only true Christ Jesus.

MY DANCING HEART

Though deeply distressed and overwhelmingly distraught,
I've found that mine is still a "dancing" heart.
With Christ in my soul, I no longer feel apart,
But more connected now in my "dancing" heart.
I never realized Jesus could be a part
Or even make a difference in my saddened heart.
I knew of His Father; and mine from the start,
But never applied Him as medicine to my aching heart.
I've made up my mind to allow Jesus to chart
My course for a deeper Christlike heart.
Then when my life here is over and I must depart
I'll meet Jesus Christ with my "dancing" heart.

DRUNK IN THE SPIRIT

I want to stay drunk in the Spirit of God,
I want to bathe in His glory divine,
I want always to stay at His well every day,
And receive all His love that is mine.
I want His Spirit to take control of my life,
Like any substance that's ever been used,
For this drug is good; it will never hurt me,
And the Spirit of God will never abuse.
I want to drink in His love every day that I live,
Until my mind is completely absorbed
With beautiful thoughts of my Heavenly home,
Where I'll live forever with my Father and Lord.
Let me remain “drunk” and do incredible things
That I could never do on my own,
Helping people in faith led by my Lord,
And lay all my love at the foot of His throne.

THE WONDER OF YOU

I love You with all of my heart, soul, strength and mind,
I want to obey You, God, all of the time.
Let my heart be attentive as You speak to me today,
Guide my steps as I walk in the Light of Your Way.
Help me see You in nature; the beauty You show.
Hep me see You in others as You lead me to grow.
Help me to appreciate all that You lovingly give
As my eyes become wider the more years I live.
Help me to live in the presence of Your precious Son.
Help me to always do things I know must be done.
Help me seek your face, Lord, in all that I do,
And never tire, Father, of the wonder of You.

DAILY HELP

Help me, Lord, to put my past away
It wasn't meant to be replayed.
Help me to give You glory and praise,
To always include you in my days.
Help me to see opportunities,
In every event that will appear.
Help me to view myself as a tool,
With you as Headmaster of my school.
Help me forgive as You forgave,
Seeing me as servant, not as your slave.
Help me to live as did Jesus Christ,
Not as perfect as He, but with his advice.
Help me to reach out with Your loving hand,
Pulling others to safety from their quicksand.
Help me to walk the valley of toil and strife,
So others can see You, O Lord, of my life

THE CHRISTIAN´S DEFENSE

There is a strong defensive weapon
Christians keep inside their hearts.
It's used at the attacks of Satan,
To make the prince of lies depart.
It's the power of the Name of Christ,
Who gave us His permission
To use it when we have the need
To dispel the opposition.
For there's a constant silent battle
Going on inside our minds,
And if we use the Name of Jesus Christ,
The devil's obliged to flee -- every time.
This doesn't mean he won't keep trying,
But he'll most surely not succeed,
For the authority Jesus gave to us
Is the Weapon for our need.
It can't be used by non-believers,
It can be used by only Christians,,
For we always try to do God's will.
And when He speaks, we try to listen.

THE PAIN OF CHRIST

An Easter Poem

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
These words are finally clear,
Though it's very hard for us to understand
Why God the Father ignored His Son so dear..
God the Father loved God the Son,
But had to deny and turn from Him.
By the very nature of the Father God
He could not accept His Son in sin.
The sins of all -- past, present , future,
Were placed upon our Lord, the Christ.
For God, as man bore the entire brunt
Of every sin: The final Sacrifice.
To help His Son; to relieve His pain,
Would prove our loving God untrue.
Christ must endure until the end,
And every pain He felt, God felt it too,
For they were One, Christ's whole life through

MY CAT AND MY PRAYER CHAIR

In my bedroom I have a prayer chair,
And the very moment that I sit down
My cat jumps up, (hair in the air),
In my lap, and begins circling around.
As I talk to someone she can't see,
She looks at me, as if thinking, "how strange,"
But still she remains on my comfortable lap,
Wondering if her mommy's becoming deranged.
She must be thinking, "her lips are moving,
But I don't hear much coming out,
She must be talking to me, ´cause it's so soothing,
But I still don't know what about.
"She's talking to daddy, but he isn't here,
She says 'Father' and speaks of 'redemption',
Well two can play at this sort of game,
I'll act like I'm not even paying attention."

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