PAULIE'S POEMS - PMG

  A Miracle  I'm praying for a miracle  Like in the olden days I know my God can do it For he has not changed his ways I'm praying for a miracle  From the One who parted seas Who made the lame leap up for joy And caused the blind to see I'm praying for a miracle  I know it can be done For my God can do anything  So I'm asking Him for one I raise my prayers to heaven  I step boldly to the throne For the kind of miracle I seek Can be done by God alone I'm praying for a miracle  Head bowed, on bended knee Not for myself, but one I love Praying most fervently Not asking for a little help But for a complete cure For if it's in my Father's will Then He'll do it for sure In fact, there'll be no stopping it When God decides to act For he's a God of miracles My life's proven that fact I'm well aware of naysayers  Think I'm out on a limb A miracle's a thing I know That I can ask of Him For He's a miracle worker A miracle I boldly claim ...

Listen to Me "Oh will you, oh will you please listen to me?" Said the wee, little tike that sat on my knee "For, I have a story I want you to hear." "May I share it with you while you hold me near?" "Oh, may I please tell you about my day?" I heard a child to his parent say But, he might as well have been alone For Mom never looked up from her phone "I need you to listen," the teacher did say But too many students just wanted to play  The knowledge imparted reached nary an ear For it wasn't something that they wanted to hear Please listen to me for a moment or two There's something important that I must tell you Yet, too often attention's divided between What someone is saying and electronic screen Though we may hear talking all of the day long The listening part's where we often go wrong See, hearing and listening are just not the same For without listening, then no knowledge is gained  Total indifference is what one di...

Rest For The Weary Sweet Jesus, how I need some rest I've truly tried to do my best But, have too many irons in fire My stack of burden's growing higher Dear Father, please grant me some rest For Satan's put me to the test A crew of demons he must have hired To torment me and keep me tired Christ offers rest to the weary But is that true or just theory I pray each night for rest to come Devil just laughs, says," I'm not done." And so instead of peaceful bed He wears me out inside my head My list of burdens does not shrink Just added to it how I think Dear God, I know the Bible's true So, what does your Word say to do Matthew Eleven: Twenty-eight Weariness will alleviate  Three little words are all I need To rest, must simply "Come to Me" A promise spoken by God's Son One he offers to everyone  Sweet Jesus, I have come to you Brought all my cares and burdens, too Time spent with you, I shall invest And in exchange, you promise rest For, I am w...

Humble Pie Yes, I can do it on my own Rely on just myself alone Need only me, myself, and I Then, I was served some humble pie Raced ahead with overconfidence  Don't worry, really, I've got this To ask for help - I'd rather die Just ate a piece of humble pie  Done this a million times before  Don't need instructions anymore  I've made a mess now, I won't lie Another slice of humble pie My chest is puffed up, full of pride My head's now grown a mile wide My own importance amplified  I'm getting sick of humble pie Must change the way that I see me I'm called to live life humbly View others as greater than I Diminish self - them magnify For, that's how Christ taught us to be He left his throne of majesty  Though He was God, he became a man To humbly walk upon the land Commands each one to live the same To do all things in Jesus' name In everything, give him the glory But that's not the end of the story For, if we walk humbly each day And to ...