~ The Lamb's poet ~

Book I

Index
1. EACH ONE
2. IF
3. We have , have we?
4. Uncommon Common Sense
5. Everything That Was Made
6. The Fly and the Flea
7. Two: to Women
8. The Trial of TRUTH
9. (untitled)

EACH ONE
d. severy copyright © 2005

Each one a mystery, a labyrinth untold.
Steeped now in secrecy, but ready to unfold.
No man knows, save He who rose:
What tale will be told, o let my people go.

Perfection went away, leaving us to groan.
Blood poured upon the earth, o how man does roam.
Far from the Way he knew, far from the Way of Truth;
O the tales been told, o let my people go.

Though hid from pedant’s* eye, each one is foreknown;
Destined to live and die, then no more to roam.
Cut not short their destiny, they for life were meant to be
Tales to be told, o let my people go.

Small though their bodies are, each one has great worth.
With silent cries they cross the bar, denied their first birth.
Ushered into Holy Light, before the Father and the Christ,
There to tell the tale, yet no more to weep or wail,
Lest they weep o for thee, o let my people go.

It’s we who should weep and wail, we who must tell the tale,
Crimes yet undone should not prevail, this must be the goal.
Warn now, I warn you well, your soul may be bound for hell,
It’s murder and must be told, o let my people go.


*pedant: in this case, one who is unimaginative or who unduly emphasizes minutiae in the presentation or use of knowledge


IF

If we all lived by the golden rule,
We would’t send our children to school,
But keep them home to harvest and sow
And worship the Lord where ever we’d go.

If we’d write upon our hearts of flesh
Each day, the commandments in large and bold writ,
And drink of His water, the living and fresh,
There would be no need to chomp at our bit.

The days we would spend in His will, not a care
Would we have in our mind, we would never despair.
We would sing, dance and shout as we waited below
For His sure return, 'twill be soon you must know.

The things we pursue in todays “modern” world
Often define us as foolish and churls.
For our cities and towns and this new cyberspace
And cluttered and cloggged with so much disgrace.

We need to look up with the eyes of our faith
Wide open to God that we’d receive grace,
And open our ears to His Word, Oh so sweet;
He’ll guide by His Spirit our poor earthen feet.

But if we depart from walking with Him,
We open ourselves to the wiles and the whims
Of the enemy Satan, who is lurking around
For those who will wander and by him be found.

Stay upon Jesus: your mind, heart and soul
That up like a eagle you may one day soar.
Having been faithfully waiting below
Up, up you will fly to His heavenly shore.

To join with the thousands of thousands and more,
Who stand before Jesus and Fathers Great Thrones,
With angels and saints who with unending praise
give their all to the Lamb and the Ancient of days.

So faint not while now you endure with your groans
The falleness caught in your flesh and your bones,
And the arrows and slings of so much outrage
Of sin and perdition and death, they the wages
Of all who ignore the great Gospel of Love,
Of our God and His Son and His Holy Dove.

copyright 2005 by david severy



We have , have we?

This poem is not written to the faint of heart.
I am afraid many might see it as "shooting our wounded".
It is a little bitter, but as I grow, I'm am ever more ashamed of not my weaknesses,
but my poverty. I often fit the description "he's so POOR, he can't even PAY attention."
Please pray for me to be blessed by God to become a more profitable though unworthy servant.
The Word is now this second in my ear: "you must seek not your own wealth, but that others be made wealthy in Me".

Comments are desired especially in response to theis poem which might better have been titled
"I have, Have I?"

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We have , have we?


We have built our wooden walls...
We have mortised granite by the hundred ton...
We have carpeted and fanned and heated...
We have cushioned and air-conditioned and draped with pleated…..
When will we build a man inside us?

We have sung ten thousand songs...
We have worshipped every Sunday...
We have tuned our guitars and pianos...
We have amplified our voices to the Skies.....
When will we find and sing the new song within us? (oh it’s there)

We have preached ten million sermons...
We have taught ten thousand verses...
We have rehearsed it all till blue in face...
We have counted and recounted God’s our grace.....
When will we build a new men inside them?

We have had our fishy suppers...
And our breakfasts and our prayers...
We have coffee tea and doughnuts...
And our waistlines show it’s true..... (fried chicken too)
When will we feed the man inside you, inside them,
the whosoever will or has?

Are you a whosoever will?
Or a whosoever has?
Let your self abandon self,
And let God make of you
A whosoever DOES.

Lord, it is I that have called this Thy kettle black.
And the pain of my omissions is greater than that of my sins of commission,
Thought the thought both leave me with the horror of having robbed You.

O that I might build in any of Thine,
A whosoever has or whosoever should be saved,
With the Pure Gold of Thy Word to set in Pure Silver
With the highest of Praise to teach in Song
And feed the spirit man Thy Word of Truth
And O ever be willing to heed Thy Call, Thy Correction, Thy Rebuke and Reproof.
I am willing, O show me how to do it,
For above all things Thou art my Holy Treasure,
My Master and King,
My Lord,
Jesus...
And I am grateful for Thee and Thy Love.

copyright 2005 by david severy



Uncommon Common Sense

O dear God how I long for days gone by.
Bob was right, the times they are a changin’.
Day by every day it’s harder for a man to try to live-
To do his duty to his home, his God… O why???

A world insane hits with a thump upon my doorstep,
The morning paper is ablaze with lawlessness;
What answer is there for the shame of sin and evil deeds,
What can I do to right the things God just won’t bless?

O common sense today is so uncommon,
Our sensibilities have flown so far away,
I hope perhaps that they’re just somewhere resting for awhile,
And pray they’ll come back soon to America to stay.

If all the churches preaching Jesus
Would just agree about what he said in His book;
He’s the source of all there is of Love and Goodness,
His common sense to me’s the only thing that works.

It seems that forces are arrayed against the good man
To keep him from the good he wants to do.
And the luxury and pleasures of the evil man allure-
Seducing those who will not guard their hearts.

copyright © 2005 by David Severy
[This one could be a song, Country?, with the middle stanza as the chorus]





Everything That Was Made
written 6/22/2005

The eye was made for seeing,
and something it's going to see.
The desire behind your eye today,
whatever will it be?

The ear, it was made for the hearing,
and hears what it likes or abhors.
To what will your ear be attuned to today
in your precious few minutes and hours?

The nose - 'twas made for smelling
the dinner, the rose and the dung.
Alas it may sniff out men's troubles
the necklace like albatross hung.

The nerve it was made for the sensate,
to taste, to handle and touch.
Most of us bow to it's pleasures,
and most of us partake too much.

The tongue, o boy- need I SAY it?,
was made by our God up above.
He gave it to us for to praise him,
and to speak to each other in Love.

copyright © 2005 D. Severy




The Fly and the Flea

by d.severy 6/13/2005


well i look an' dere dis fly,
he be buzzin' roun' my head.
i say "Lawd ..... Lawd Lawd Lawd!!!"

an’ de Lawd, He answer me.
He say "fly?, .....dat fly? why
yoo blame dat buzzin' critta on me?"

i say, "Lawd, .....Lawd!
i no like dis fly.
He be buggin', yas he buggin' is me."

an’ da Lawd He say, "well,
you got dat mos' all right,
cause YOO is da fly I see!"

i say, "Lawd, ....WUT ?!?
wut CHoo mean ta say?
dis fly be buzzin' roun ME!"

He say, "son, if yoo wan', I makes yoo a trade,
instead a be a fly, yoo a FLEA!"

i say, "Lawd, ....WUT ?!?
o Lawd, dis be bad
don' wanna be a fly O a flea."

i say, Lawd ....PLEASE !!!
Yoo is confusin' me.
be a fly, o Yoo is makin' me a FLEA?"

an' da Lawd say:

"Dat absolutely how it gonna be!!!
yoo gonna be a fly o a flea!
Gonna fly away to Heben on dat bes' good Day,
o ta Hell yoo gonna flea, flea, FLEE !!!!!"

COPYRIGHT © 2005 D. Severy



Two: to Women

1.
I’m weak as any Muslim man,
Don’t want the public looking at her
The way I look at some.
She could be my wife or daughter
But I don’t want men and lesbians
Drooling at the sight of her.
Wife – Daughter – WOMAN
cover thyself modestly, please.

2.
Help save men,
MARRY them.


COPYRIGHT © 2005 D. Severy



The Trial of TRUTH

We’re putting Truth on trial today
To hear what he will say.
Can he hold his ground against
Our fine post-modern way?

Quite likely we will mock him,
Our view of Truth is dim;
An old idea, not relevant,
Outdated, tis but a whim.

He takes the stand, a sober man,
He seems quite confident.
Lets listen to him now. He speaks
The oath with raised right hand.

Then, “ I today will speak my heart,
The all not just a part.
For nothing but the Truth is there,
Where would you that I start?”

His countenance disturbs us,
He looks so stern and just,
Yet compassion seems to dwell in him,
I feel him I could trust!

“Away, away!”, we cried aloud.
“we’ll not this man allow.”
“ He clearly has no word we want.”
“Away, away- go now!”

Truth left the stand and court today,
He did not get to say
The all or even part of that
Which might have saved the day.

And we returned to warring o’er
Our wretched silly things;
And Truth above our heads did soar
On golden silver wings.

COPYRIGHT © 2005 D. Severy





(untitled)

After the last clatter of democracy
and the final rattle of the republics
echo off and out the unhinged halls
of humanism, what remains for man?

Progress / reform / dissent / debate/
we cry……...
as if in the mind of any
better can be found than has been found.

Our children are “the future”—
so we must be the now.
O that we would now look to the Origin
of Truth and species all, and bow,
and be found complete, confident,
confirmed in a common will and consecration.

We cannot draw today’s guidance from tomorrow.
Some of tomorrow’s mistakes will surely show
how poorly we paid attention to our Guide.
Too, they will reveal false sources and false voices.

COPYRIGHT © 2005 D. Severy

Book II

Index
1. I See
2. the greastest of these.......
3. JESUS
4. REACH !
5. EXALTATION
6. beauty
7. ETERNAL SAVIOR
8. Meant To

UYUYUYUYUYUYU

I See

Jesus in Gethsemane
Sweating blood on bended knees

Jesus kissed by Judas now
A kiss betrays His fevered brow

Jesus picking up an ear
Wonders aloud why Him they fear

Jesus meeting Peter’s eye
Sees him leave with bitter cries

Jesus asked “Are you God’s son?”
Declares it so and His judging’s done

Jesus with Rome’s Governor
Telling gently why He was born

Jesus sent to Herod then
Silent, robed…. He returns again

Jesus scourged by Roman hands
Fulfilling prophecy’s demands

Jesus on the pavement next
Pilate looks for a pretext

Jesus comforts Pilate some
The man’s afraid, somewhat undone

Jesus stands as they cry out
“Crucify him, crucify him…”

Jesus… Pilate caving in
Fulfilling the law’s demands of sin

Jesus, garbed in my own clothes
Wearing insults, stripes and blows

Jesus bears the heaviest load
Down the Dolorosa Road

Jesus stumbles, Simeon nigh
Forced to help his Savior die

Jesus climbs the frightful hill
There His Holy Blood to spill

Jesus meek as any lamb
Naked, pierced in Feet and Hands

Jesus lifted up from the earth
Giving us our second birth

Jesus coat upon the ground
Despised the shame without a sound

Jesus speaks, lo, seven times
Words without a need of rhyme

Jesus promises the thief
New life with Him and no more grief

Jesus light has fled away
Comes the darkness at mid-day.

Jesus gives His Spirit up
Unto His Father... He’s drunk the cup.

Jesus riven is his tent
Like the Temple veil now rent

Jesus dead upon the cross
My precious hope ! at such cost!

Jesus pierced now once again
Water now on earth He sends

Jesus’ loved ones stand aghast
They thought His rule of love would last

Jesus’ friends now bury Him
The rich cool tomb He enters in

Jesus passes from human view
Almost as if they never knew……..yet

“Jesus, Jesus we saw You,
We touched You, we loved You…. Where are You?”


Jesus setting captives free
And taking captive captivity


Jesus preaching to those who slept
Before upon the earth He wept



Jesus, flashing, breaking out!
His disciples, filled with doubt,
See Him now, again, What’s this?
It’s Jesus, yes! It really is!!!!!

copyright 2005 by d. severy



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the greastest of these.......
copyright 2005 by David Severy

I love Father and I love my enemy,
I love Jesus because he set me free:
to love all men, and neighbors
who knock upon my door,
and to clothe the naked and the poor...

I love God and the many now deceived,
Oh that they might hearken to His Voice,
That they might see Him as the Truth
and read the Words in red
and believe it all is just as he has said...

I love You Holy Spirit, Dear Spirit teaching me
How to be like Jesus, God my Savior
How to mortify my ill doings
How to speak the truth in Love
As I hear it spoken from heaven up above...

I love my brothers and sisters in the Lord,
Jesus is our Savior and our KING,
He sets us free from the power of sin
to love each as He loves
and end the dark of enmity...

I love You Jesus, You gave your all for me,
Your the bravest man that ever
it's more than we deserve
So I'll love you in endless eternity..........................
"...and now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity."

wYwYwYwYwYwYwYwYwYwYw

JESUS

Jesus.
He makes a way in the wilderness,
Jesus.
He makes a way where there is no other,
Jesus.
He’s the only way to the Father,
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life for all who believe.


Jesus.
He speaks the Truth to the inward part,
Jesus.
He speaks His Truth and there is no other,
Jesus.
He prays for you to His Father,
Jesus.
He’s the way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.


Jesus.
He is Life and Love for the soul of man,
Jesus.
He came to give us Life abundant,
Jesus.
Let’s lose our self life and live in His Life
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.

D. Severy Autumn 1996
copyright 2005


UYUYUYUYUYUYUYUYUYUY



REACH ! lifting up Holy hands without wrath or doubting

Reach above the idols of today.
They’re very short, put next to God our King;
They can do for you not anything,
But lead you from Him far away to stray.

Look o’er the top their heads of dry hard clay,
To the now and to horizon’s bounds,
And then beyond to Christ in Majesty,
To His throne where praise and laud resound.

Put away the makings of dead gods.
Lend the sound of your own speech to prayer.
Put away the stone and clay and wood,
Away! The tools that formed the things we’ve dared.

Our hands and minds have plied the elements
With brilliance that could come alone from God,
Yet all the glitter, glamour is pretense
‘Til mind and hand and head to God do bow.

From obelisk to gate of Babylon,
From images of totems of the north,
And images that now do speak and move!
From these now all hell’s evil does pour forth.

The landscape once so clean is littered now
With gods all false and purposed to distract.
Now men do worship these and to them bow
And plow and seed to reap not looking back

To see the Truth of God they’ve left behind,
Preferring self to Him and Good and right.
With thoughts of self for self by self in mind
They darkly with deceit do walk the night.

So reach above all idols e’re were graved
And look to Heaven’s heights where now does sit
One Alive Who Was Will Be And IS
Forever : God Alone : our God : no hand e’er made !

copyright 2005 by David Severy


LALALALALALALALALAL


EXALTATION


O Lord, what is man?
What have You wrought in us,
who bow before Your Throne,
who are Your very own,
we who believe in Your Word?

O God, please, who am I?
Yes Lord, hear my cry,
O, may I kiss Your Son,
I long that every battle be won,
I do believe in Your Word.

Once a man was with You,
in a way we’ve never known,
no sin had Adam done,
and even then the Victory was won.

Christ was our Victor,
before the world was made,
our Father had prepared the way,
for the dawn and our everlasting Day.

O thank You my God, my King,
to You my heart I bring,
make it the thing that pleases You.
Let every fiber there be True.

The world must fade from view,
as I patiently wait on You to
work Your Will and Pleasure in me,
to set me apart and make me free.

So gently do you carry me,
I often of your presence am unaware,
o that my heart would learn and be still
to behold You and know You my God.


Where are Your rivals, O God O King,
who has accomplished things you’ve done?
Who would dare to compete with you?
There is no person compares with Your Son.


A man in our likeness yet More than we are,
our God and our Savior, He came from so far,
to seek us, to find us and save us from sin,
our Faith is our Victory, O in Christ we win !


This song cannot end as ahead lies the Day,
when the Lord: He is coming to take us away,

to Heaven:
our home as Eternity rolls
into unending life for
our unending souls.



Ten thousand ten thousands,
of angels and years,
will be awesome and beautiful
With nothing to fear,


except for God: our Counselor,

He our
Great King,

ten thousand ten thousands,

but none
fairer than Him.



copyright 2005 by David Severy



OPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPO



beauty

All I see is beauty,
every where I look,
where e’er my eyes fall open
upon Creation’s book.

Beautiful expressions
by a Master hand,
formed from thoughts ineffable,
of a Master’s plan.

Just to joyfully be and do
with Him: my present Friend,
I find true worth and second birth
in whom my Father sent.

The purpose that I’m made for:
is to be like Him in Love,
all my life Christ I’ll adore
as I soar with the Holy Dove.

He’s never going to lie to me,
He’s never going to sin;
if I’m hurting it’s not the fault
of Him whom I must win.

The Lord’s been O so good to me
there’s not much left to say;
except to praise His Holy Name
again!- again!- and
once again!
And each and every day,
And until the clouds He parts:
each day to always pray.


WAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWA


ETERNAL SAVIOR

Eternal Savior, when were You ever not
destined for the cross?
When had You never saved us?
Your infinite Grace visits me
in my times.

Revealed, anointed, immersed with us
in death,
Your cruciform Manliness in time,
A divider of us all, and all our thoughts,
calls me forth.

Source and only Answer, our explanation.
Father: Our tremendous Imaginer.
In You: His Fullness —
as Son of Man and God You are,
with Your Holy Spirit.

Being— this is how we can say Your name:
“I AM”
YOU ARE above, beyond, unseen.
YOU ARE without our perimeter.
But YOU vISit with us.

O Divine Being, stay, and stay forever
and now in my infirmity,
assure me.
Please bless my hard, dark clay
with Your Holy Water and Strong Hands.

O Master Potter, soften, prepare
and turn me.
Make me different than all I’ve known.
Create me for Your pleasure and purpose.
I resign my will and design to thee.

O Master, what You have suffered me
to have made of myself till now,
seems so ugly and useless —
though I have survived my many sins,
and those obstacles You order or allow.

O Lord, my excuses
are very foolish.
The pain I avoid might surely heal me,
breaking my vain affections;
purging my lusts.


Holy Holy Holy Only Thou and yet…..
So must I be:
Holy. How, what can I ever do to become
Like You? O Holy and Humble one,
You became as You formed me!

Miracle God Man, JesuAs; Eternal Jesus,
I’ll not object. My plea: Refine me in fire,
PLEASE! Burn off the dross.
Cast me in Your ever living Image
and call me Your own.
Amen.


VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV



Meant To

Lord, you said it’s better
to give than to receive,
and Lord I want to tell you
I do believe, that
getting things for pleasure
indeed cannot relieve
the phony lonely feeling
there’s something more I need.

The truth is pure and simple,
and clothed within this Man
who came into our sin worn world
so we might understand :
that all we need is He, the Lord,
and our daily bread,
some sandals and a goodly cloak,
a hat upon our head.

And as we labor for Him
and seek His Kingdom just,
He adds to us that we which we need,
He promises, He must.
What’s more we often prosper,
for abundant life He gives,
and teaches us to share our wealth,
It’s how we’re meant to live.



Copyright© 2005 D. Severy

Book III

Index
1. The Outside View
2. haiku couplets
3. A MUSE
4. A Muse
5. (untitled)
6. My Grave
7. (untitled)
8. The Mirror
9. MY SEASONS
10. Haiku
11. Title is : “Untitled”
12. Six Haikus



The Outside View
by David Severy copyright © 2005

From left and right:

Taking sides today is sport, and winning is never out of view.
We take our leisure to do war, and doing thus do strew
About the words and whims and foolishness we conjure.
As we spin our words half knowing what they mean,
And so, not knowing what we mean, or what we mean to say…
Still our word spun buzzing threads are gathered to the shuttle,
And to the loom : to weave,-
in fifty years we'll call it “History” -
Into whole cloth where warp and weft
We convolute the threads to thoughts, threads pre-dyed
In vats of prejudice and bigotry,
Woven in haughtily and naughtily into lies.
The outcome was never in doubt... Come !
let us make the emporer his new clothes.


From here:

And popular today it is to say : “think outside the box”.
Now as I am wont to, I must define and align my self
with words and thoughts I understand ;
So that I may not expect
any torrent of confusion
or unexpected rain
of misinterpertation,
or discomfort
by vague intuition,
or contradiction of other.

How now : the box.

I think most people who want to think outside the box must consider the box.
Is not the box : the known? The universe of your minds attainments?
If so how small the box !
How easy it should be to leave it's paralellpided.
My box seems very small, so much exists outside it!
And so I go- where no others have gone before, into that which lies outside Moi, -to think.

Therefore, I am persuaded that the outside is worthy of a wary walk,
for, outside the box : the unknown.
The unknown I know not whereof, whatof, when, how, or who of.
But there is no if, there is only is. I have parsed is, and found it to be.
Will you join me outside the box?




haiku couplets
A.
1)
cities steeped in sin
violence fills fills street and sky
men live enmity

2)
unclean hearts and minds
rule the earth full of themselves
sucking dry weak ones


B.
1)
new shores are not found
frontiers today are crafted
death remains a gift

2)
life will be for Joy
or eternally a curse
having passed over


C.
1)
my best friends are kids
they ask no great thing of me
they give such great Joy

2)
my best friends are kids
they ask not what i can't give
only endless fun

copyright 2005 by David severy




A MUSE

Ebbing faith has visited my soul and its discomfort settles over me like a too warm blanket of guilt. There is an expectation of enduring it in a lazy sort of way, not fully awake enough to the light of the morning star, sleepily pulling the covers overhead to block the bright rays, the penetrating rays of His Holy Convincer.

Sin always seems to be at the root of these periods of lackadaisical, lackluster, lay-about sessions. It is in this instance, a prime besetter that has visited me again. I’ll not mention it by name. Just use your imagination and one of your personal loathsome pet peevish sins will suggest itself to you. Forgive me. I don’t mean to trouble your soul. In fact you may wish to pray (I wish, too) for me and for yourself.

These bouts of beleaguering, bothersome, bad behavior are not to be endured long, but to be thrown off and overboard like stuff worse than refuse. Only one thing can be positively said for the experience of this garden variety backsliding. Its slow motion negative direction qualifies it as an acceptable part of the good fight, slightly better than the motionlessness of a dreaded becalming.

copyright © 2005 by David Severy


A Muse
Can anything good come from___________?
Put that city on your list.
You must go,- got to go there.
Even if it is the Hub of Hubris.
Things are coming from there, Things are coming from everywhere. But sometimes the notable emerges from the midst of the mundane, the common, the herd, the trend, the intellectual mass. Even sometimes, out of the pit : a wit !
Out off the dung one sung !

…….anything GOOD….? What is GOOD? except……..

Places please ! For that which is GOOD should be attended. It should be attended, noted and rehearsed. Since GOODness is, but is SO scarce, we must go there and seek it. Even in doubting seek out the GOOD, even and especially in the “unlikely” place.

Diamonds are dug from the dirt. Gold too, and silver. They are smelted with hot heat, and gems are cut with quick hammer blows. Men go to great lengths to aquire these things, things which in famine and war lose their value to bread and water. What shall we say of the truly GOOD? Shall we go to any or great or the greatest lengths to reach Him?

copyright 2005 by David Severy



(untitled)

I want to tell my story,
from beginning to the end.
I want my last day on earth
to end as I ascend
from earth’s decaying grip,
from body’s bony cage,
as joyfully my soul does slip
into it’s new image.
I’ll rest before God’s mercy seat,
rest, all work below complete,
as there this new creation
becomes in Him replete.

I want the days that now remain
to bless my Holy Lord,
and each and every one contain
the blessing of His Word.
Oh that I would promptly now repent,
and always now obey
the Word from Father, heaven sent.
And always also pray
for grace and strength and bravery,
to shun all wicked knavery,
and strive for good, not wavering
until that endless Day.
copyright 2005 by David Severy



My Grave

I hope to go to my grave
one day
without issue or care or
woe.
And to rise up above,
enthralled and in love,
forgetting all matters
below.

In a world full of war,
still One I adore
who carries me daily
through strife.
I now speak of whom we
call our Bridegroom
and the Way ,the Truth, and
the Life.

Though sin does abound,
this One I have found has
by dying and rising again;
given proof beyond doubt,
(we should give a great
shout)
He has Power to forgive
all our sin.

More and more grace He
gives to His race
of man, who has fallen so
short,
of the Glory they knew
when once the first two,
were by Satan made to be
sport.

So confidently I, without
rue or sigh,
do await the great Day of
the Lord,
someday or anon, I’ll arise
with a song,
to Christ: my eternal
Reward.
copyright 2005 by David Severy



(untitled)

It’s not easy writing poems
in this post modern age.
The times they are a changin’ some,
most don’t know where it’s comin’ from...
that is : the wrath and rage.

Men were once a gentler sort
of beings on this earth,
now it’s as if some alien thought
has come forth, (evil’s all it’s got),
and stripped the world of worth.

We cry “values!” every day
and wonder : “...what men do!”
Shall we again fear and not tread
where fools have gone and filled their heads
with idols thru and thru?

It’s not so much the rhymes don’t come
or meters march along.
It’s just the topics do depress,
they make for worry and distress,
so much today’s gone wrong.

Thanks be to God, our only Good,
who by His Holy Flame;
is burning out the sin and doubt,
the tin and dross come up and out,
that pure gold may remain.

The more the sin, the more the Grace
God gives to us, it’s sure;
He might prefer to lavish less
if we’d bear up and do our best
for Him whom we adore.

We’re saved by Grace through faith
which we place in Jesus Christ, it’s true.
So run this race toward Heavens shore
and in His strength YOU CAN endure
and rise beyond the blue.


TO MAN CHRIST SAYS
REPENT AND BELIEVE ,
WITH GOD ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE !!!

Lord, open every ear, that they may choose to
call upon Your Name, Baruch ha Shem ,
Amen .
copyright 2005 by David Severy


The Mirror

The mirror on the wall said it was you-
truth be told I already knew
and could have told it so.

I doubt you consult mirrors though
good thing, I think, for I don’t know
what might be said of me.

I’ll learn to be a patient man.
Perhaps the mirrors “truth”
is just a lovely myth
and I’ll accept another Plan.

The One I’ve been avoiding it may be;
for better not for worse, o well we’ll see. (I’d better learn how to act
and perhaps too, learn a bit ‘o tact.)

Then I’ll know, should it be so,
the mirror’s tale was not for me.
Perhaps for another blessed man
you were meant, a wife to be.

dbs circa2004 copyright © 2005



MY SEASONS Sept. 8, 2004


Fall draws near, that part of the year
he told me “the trees go to rest.”
As yellows and reds above my head
fall to the ground and are lying…

the dying I fear, is next in the year
when winter winds come sighing,
and clouds, often gray, and low all the day,
and few the birds be flying.

The cold and the freeze, Lord forbid us the sneeze,
can be bitter and trouble and woe.
My flesh is rare pleased as the nip in the breeze
tells of shoveling ……….shoveling snow.

Then spring makes its splash, with a shout and a dash
as glory and splendor do race,
bringing good cheer and a place in the year
to Thank our great Savior for grace.

The thaw has begun, sure.. thanks to the sun,
which was spoken by God and appeared;
and planting is made, and foundations are laid—
it’s my favorite time of the year.

Tis done all too soon, then in heat we do swoon
when summer does brightly affirm; that
for bread we must sweat, midst our sin and our debt,
and creation travails as we learn,

of God, who is love, and who guides from above
till we’re reaped like the crop in the field.
Our few days are spent, best in them repent
to our Rock, our strong tower and shield.

As fall again greets us, summer it meets
with the diurnal turn of the pole;
and crops taken in by the bushel and bin
bless the faithful, though hungry, dear souls.

All through the year God is so near
to the one who will fear Him as Lord.
As Father and Son, who with Spirit are One,
who is patient and kind and will not leave behind
the dear Soul who willingly comes,
and a trembling bows low,
to Him who doeAs know
each one... and He calls us by name.

dbs circa2004 copyright © 2005



Haiku

i was there alone.
an unseen presence met and
contradicted me

dbs circa2004 copyright © 2005



Title is : “Untitled”

i hear my name now and again.
every so often someone speaks
to me about something. i'm not a good
listener, but if you get my
ATTN : Hey you! that does it sometimes.
Soups on always gets it. Hey you is ...
human after all.
i have some friends too.
they call me Dave. and that's ok, it IS
my name, after all.
lots of excuse me’s on the bus,
some thank you's when i hold the door.
a letter came once addressed Dear Dr.
by mistake. that's sad though.
i'm not a Doctor, ...after all.
the best it's got is "Sir". that's for
my graying temples and the
wrinkles creepin’ ‘round
my eyes. that's for gettin' older.
o well, i guess that's ok too.

dbs circa2004 copyright © 2005

SIX HAIKUS
1
not new enemies
should one be desiring
let foes become friends
2
morning mounts it’s steed
he upon his hind legs rears
day awake, he flees.
3
dim lit enclosed dogs
frenzy motion flashing teeth
money changing hands
4
dead men numberless
gone since God’s obit appeared
could it be a lie?
5
tall Pol ran uphill
around up down up in vain
short Pres. pressing won
6
small black brown children
deeply truly they are loved
as all are: blessings

copyright 2005 d.b.severy

Book IV

Index:
1. I See
2. 1 John 2:6
3. BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA
4. Aches and Pains
5. (untitled)
6. EXALTATION
7. It's A Privilege
8. ETERNAL SAVIOR
9. From Pentecost



I See


Jesus in Gethsemane
Sweating blood on bended knees

Jesus kissed by Judas now
A kiss betrays His fevered brow

Jesus picking up an ear
Wonders aloud why Him they fear

Jesus meeting Peter’s eye
Sees him leave with bitter cries

Jesus asked “Are you God’s son?”
Declares it so and His judging’s done

Jesus with Rome’s Governor
Telling gently why He was born

Jesus sent to Herod then
Silent, robed…. He returns again

Jesus scourged by Roman hands
Fulfilling prophecy’s demands

Jesus on the pavement next
Pilate looks for a pretext

Jesus comforts Pilate some
The man’s afraid, somewhat undone

Jesus stands as they cry out
“Crucify him, crucify him…”

Jesus… Pilate caving in
Fulfilling the law’s demands of sin

Jesus, garbed in my own clothes
Wearing insults, stripes and blows

Jesus bears the heaviest load
Down the Dolorosa Road

Jesus stumbles, Simeon nigh
Forced to help his Savior die

Jesus climbs the frightful hill
There His Holy Blood to spill

Jesus meek as any lamb
Naked, pierced in Feet and Hands

Jesus lifted up from the earth
Giving us our second birth

Jesus coat upon the ground
Despised the shame without a sound

Jesus speaks, lo, seven times
Words without a need of rhyme

Jesus promises the thief
New life with Him and no more grief

Jesus light has fled away
Comes the darkness at mid-day.

Jesus gives His Spirit up
Unto His Father... He’s drunk the cup.

Jesus riven is his tent
Like the Temple veil now rent

Jesus dead upon the cross
My precious hope ! at such cost!

Jesus pierced now once again
Water now on earth He sends

Jesus’ loved ones stand aghast
They thought His rule of love would last

Jesus’ friends now bury Him
The rich cool tomb He enters in

Jesus passes from human view
Almost as if they never knew……..yet

“Jesus, Jesus we saw You,
We touched You, we loved You…. Where are You?”

Jesus setting captives free
And taking captive captivity

Jesus preaching to those who slept
Before upon the earth He wept


Jesus, flashing, breaking out!
His disciples, filled with doubt,
See Him now, again, What’s this?
It’s Jesus, yes! It really is!!!!!



1 John 2:6

I can be holy.
For God would not ask of me
anything He is not able to have me be.

I can be perfect:
just as the Father I can be
far from sins wickedness. He set me free.

I have seen Jesus, the Son of God.
A living perfect portrait of God I have found
by His Spirit in His Book.

So I have seen the Father:
God, the Ancient of Days;
for I have seen Jesus in His Holy Prefection.

I can be like Jesus,
this I can do,
if I’ll but love everyone I meet,
and pray for Love to come and set them free,
and stay in love with Him whom I adore,
and shun all sin that Jesus abhors.

I’ll be like Jesus
Even today, holy and perfect.
Let it cost ALL the world of me,
what good is success anyway
if it’s not with Jesus.
If it’s not of Him, it has no worth.
I can be like JESUS !!!

copyright © 2005 by David Severy



BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA

Sin, the greatest tumult, and
doubts appalling fears;
war against God’s calling me
to His Son so near:
He , ready as my comfort
my shelter and my cheer.

Hell prepared for Satan,
and angels fallen down,
hell a man would not receive,
should he give his crown
to the great Jehovah :
Most High God renown.

Charity, Gods Love supreme
is what I’m destined for,
and Wisdom come from God above
will guide me to that shore,
which still waits for those who wait
for His return Whom they adore.


Heaven prepared, as for a Bride !
the New Jerusalem;
prepared by God for holy saints
who long to dwell therein.
It’s where I’ll go AND STAY one day,
and forever praise the Name !!!!!
Baruch, Baruch,
Baruch Ha SHEM YESHUA

copyright © 2005 by David Severy



Aches and Pains

Thank You, dear Lord for my aches and my pains,
some of which come and go with the rain.
Remind me they do, of a day yet to come
when my body lets go of a soul to its home.


Yea, at the sound of Your Voice may I hark,
and not ever to fear the world I’ll depart.
Would I even or ever oppose Your Sweet Will,
I would gain not a thing, O my soul: be thou still.


And peacefully knowing my Savior, He reigns,
whether or not have I aches or my pains,
whether or not I squirm or I rest,
Thank You dear Lord, says this bird from his nest.


In Your fair kingdom all bright and above
one day I’ll retire my troubles: to love.
Like a river we’ll flow, on……..on and on,
never to cease, no more dusk, no more dawn.
No need for the sun, for the moon or the stars
The Light of Your Son is so bright where You are.

copyright © 2005 by David Severy


(untitled)

Praise Thee Father and Thy Son
and Spirit Holy three in ONE
glory glory praise Thee Lord
living God oh Living Word
Your faith and ours now overcome
every battle now is won
oh the long dark night is done
comes the dawn now all is light
and we all precious in your sight
for ere and ere we’ll no more fight
no more sin or suffer then
so now to Thee our hearts we bow
and our tongues sing out Thy praise
banner anthem voice we raise
to our Christ our God ablaze
clothed in Light so very bright
o we joy in love abundant
Holy Holy best redundant
never ending just begun
(they were right oh this is fun)
blessings all now yours and mine
as our Son of God doth shine.
copyright © 2005 by David Severy




EXALTATION

O Lord, what is man?
What have You wrought in us,
who bow before Your Throne,
who are Your very own,
we who believe in Your Word?

O God, please, who am I?
Yes Lord, hear my cry,
O, may I kiss Your Son,
I long that every battle be won,
I do believe in Your Word.

Once a man was with You,
in a way we’ve never known,
no sin had Adam done,
and even then the Victory was won.

Christ was our Victor,
before the world was made,
our Father had prepared the way,
for the dawn and our everlasting Day.

O thank You my God, my King,
to You my heart I bring,
make it the thing that pleases You.
Let every fiber there be True.

The world must fade from view,
as I patiently wait on You to
work Your Will and Pleasure in me,
to set me apart and make me free.

So gently do you carry me,
I often of your presence am unaware,
o that my heart would learn and be still
to behold You and know You my God.

Where are Your rivals, O God O King,
who has accomplished things you’ve done?
Who would dare to compete with you?
There is no person compares with Your Son.

A man in our likeness yet More than we are,
our God and our Savior, He came from so far,
to seek us, to find us and save us from sin,
our Faith is our Victory, O in Christ we win !

This song cannot end as ahead lies the Day,
when the Lord: He is coming to take us away,

to Heaven:
our home as Eternity rolls
into unending life for
our unending souls.

Ten thousand ten thousands,
of angels and years,
will be awesome and beautiful
With nothing to fear,


except for God: our Counselor,

He our
Great King,

ten thousand ten thousands,

but none
fairer than Him.

copyright © 2005 by David Severy



It's A Privilege

(TO LIVE IN GOD’S UNIVERSE)

One more simple song from me to You,
to thank you for Your love, I do,
and praise and worship You alone, my Truth.
Here’s one more simple song for You.

I’ve found no better way each day,
than in Your presence Lord, to stay,
for grace and strength: Christ always to obey
and live in God in love always.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus,
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong. Oh hosanna, Hallelujah.

It’s a privilege Lord, it’s so true,
to become in time just like You.
To live and learn, within Your care,
of Your mercy and Your grace
beyond all compare.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong. Oh hosanna, Hallelujah.

Help us live our days aware:
Others of Your own we need embrace.
And for the lost and loathsome, let us dare
to warn them of things which must
soon take place.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong.
Oh hosanna, Hallelujah!

copyright © 2005 by David Severy





ETERNAL SAVIOR

Eternal Savior, when were You ever not
destined for the cross?
When had You never saved us?
Your infinite Grace visits me
in my times.

Revealed, anointed, immersed with us
in death,
Your cruciform Manliness in time,
A divider of us all, and all our thoughts,
calls me forth.

Source and only Answer, our explanation.
Father: Our tremendous Imaginer.
In You: His Fullness —
as Son of Man and God You are,
with Your Holy Spirit.

Being— this is how we can say Your name:
“I AM”
YOU ARE above, beyond, unseen.
YOU ARE without our perimeter.
But YOU vISit with us.

O Divine Being, stay, and stay forever
and now in my infirmity,
assure me.
Please bless my hard, dark clay
with Your Holy Water and Strong Hands.


O Master Potter, soften, prepare
and turn me.
Make me different than all I’ve known.
Create me for Your pleasure and purpose.
I resign my will and design to thee.

O Master, what You have suffered me
to have made of myself till now,
seems so ugly and useless —
though I have survived my many sins,
and those obstacles You order or allow.

O Lord, my excuses
are very foolish.
The pain I avoid might surely heal me,
breaking my vain affections;
purging my lusts.

Holy Holy Holy Only Thou and yet…..
So must I be:
Holy. How, what can I ever do to become
Like You? O Holy and Humble one,
You became as You formed me!

Miracle God Man, JesuAs; Eternal Jesus,
I’ll not object. My plea: Refine me in fire,
PLEASE! Burn off the dross.
Cast me in Your ever living Image
and call me Your own.
Amen.

copyright © 2005 by David Severy



From Pentecost

Thou hast stored up blessings for this day
From before the worlds were made.
The blessings of my life in Thee,
The will of God Thou hast for me,
Please show me them, I pray.

None other master have I now,
I worship Thee to whom angels bow.
Thy goodness Lord, so truly kind,
I pray this day you help me find,
And in Thy joy and day I’ll go.

Thy mysteries, some still are kept
Some as mortal men still slept.
But others we have come to know,
And surley do Thy works all show
Thy power, love and grace.

Through One great death, we in life proclaim
That Life, which freed us from guilt and shame:
“It’s Thy best gift, Lord Christ Thy Son”,
And we, in Thy sweet perfection,
We rest and cheer for Thy great Name.

Thy passage through the cool dark tomb,
And hell and back, some do assume
To walk with those Thou chose again,
No more the twelve, now eleven,
Such awe it still invokes.

Thy last days and words with them,
Sweet joy to write them with a pen,
It was to a saint, his memory stirred
By Holy Ghost. These things were heard
For centuries for centuries now elapsed.

And awesome day when all was done,
Thy foretold course, now fully run,
Thy beautiful feet- up off the ground,
Thou lifted into heavens clouds,
From human view eclipsed.

Now angels calmly promise them
Of Thy sure return again
“Just as He left ,He will descend",
To those, His own whose hearts a rent,
Will then receive their God.

So look now hopefully above
Where dwelleth true and only Love,
Who waiting for the secret time
Will come again a second time
To do His Father’s will.

Copyright 2005 by David Severy

Book V

Index:
1. A song
2. JESUS
3. victory song
4. remembed to you
5. let me
6. I'll see you
7. Fight Song



A song

1
There’s a song in my heart somewhere today,
if I listen real close I will hear what it says,
Can I be so still so there’s nothing between,
my soul and the lyric my God sings to me?

chorus
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O come to us Jesus and take us today,
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O ride through the clouds and snatch us away.

2
My Savior’s the Singer who sings sweet and low,
He’s my Brother and Friend and He makes me to know
Of the Glory and Holiness reserved Above,
safe for the ones who are born of the Dove.

You are Lord, God the Lord,
O come to us Jesus and take us today,
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O ride through the clouds and snatch us away.

3
There’s a song in my soul, I can hear the first strains,
It’s a blessing Dear lord, and no doubt remains,
It’s the voice of Your Spirit, I hear it now soft,
Thank You Lord as I listen I hear it more oft.

You are Lord, God the Lord,
O come to us Jesus and take us today,
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O ride through the clouds and snatch us away.



JESUS
copyright 2005© by d. b. severy oct. 2004


Jesus.
He makes a way in the wilderness,
Jesus.
He makes a way where there is no other,
Jesus.
He’s the only way to the Father,
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life for all who believe.


Jesus.
He speaks the Truth to the inward part,
Jesus.
He speaks His Truth and there is no other,
Jesus.
He prays for you to His Father,
Jesus.
He’s the way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.


Jesus.
He is Life and Love for the soul of man,
Jesus.
He came to give us Life abundant,
Jesus.
Let’s lose our self life and live in His Life
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.

D. Severy Autumn 1996 copyright © 2005




victory song

MAKE UP A TUNE AND GO!

This is the victory,
This is the victory,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
This is the victory,
This is the victory,
that overcometh the world, EVEN OUR FAITH!

We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world!!!!!

Put no confidence,
Put no confidence,
Put no confidence, no confidence in the flesh…
Put no confidence,
Put no confidence,
Put no confidence, no confidence in the flesh!!!!!

We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world!!!!!


Make no provision for,
Make no provision for,
Make no provision for, no povision for your flesh…
Make no provision for,
Make no provision for,
Make no provision for, no povision for your flesh !!!!!


We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world !!!!!

copyright 2005 by d severy





remembed to you

I remember Jesus to you.
Have you never heard how wonderful
How powerful, how true
Is God’s Son, a miracle !
Sent once to us to die,
That we should live forever :
You and I.

I remember Jesus to you now.
Will you remember too, and humbly bow?
And give your all, your allegiance
To the King of every king
Who gave up His throne in heaven
That we’d have everything; forever :
You and I.

I remember Jesus, He’s alive.
He’s a friend I cannot do without
For how could I survive
God’s judgment for my sins
Which offend His Righteousness
So I throw myself on my knees
He forgives my sins and saves my soul
Oh my soul, the Lord now bless.

copyright © 2005 by David Severy





let me

Let me be, Let me be
Let me be, be, be,
Let me be like Jesus
O let my heart be free.
Free, free, free,
God’s Spirit : dwell in me.
O let me be like Jesus,
O let me be free.

Not free as the world would be,
But let me be free.
In my mind and in my soul
Let no sin conquer me.
Though my foes may be many
They’ll not reign over me.
For I’m free, free, free,
God’s Spirit dwells in me.

Free and at peace
Let me be, be, be.
With peace that comes from Jesus;
He’s the Truth that sets me free.
Though the sinful flood now roars,
And the lawless fires burn,
I’m free from sin’s dominion
Jesus makes me free.

Copyright © 2005 by David Severy



I'll see you

I’ll see you forever
For you are a part of me
And I myself a part of thee
Inseparable in God

Thre is no tomorrow now
Though sun may rise and set
And sleepy eyes may slumber, still
Eternity now is set

It’s stamped upon my heart and yours
It’s seal : the Love of Christ
Which willingly I have received
And cherish more than earthly life

This soul awaits a body that will not die-
This soul awaits to see Him with it’s eye-
This soul awaits our meeting in the sky-
For faithful is our God
Who once did die , but now’s ALIVE :
We’ll see Him forever

coprright © 2005 by David Severy


Fight Song

Dear Ones, The 1st stanza is not mine. I will try to find the author to give proper credit. The 2nd and 3rd stanzas I added. None the less ::TO GOD BE THE GLORY!!!! It is a song; sung to the melody of a school fight song. In the third verse you can insert a name in the blank. This song must be sung with sincerity, zeal, and zealous faith, less it remain the light thing of a football game fight song. It can be sung very slowly, deliberately, and with determination. It is, after all, a prayer. James 5:16 Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much. The Lamb's poet.


Fight Song


Fire, the Holy fire, it’s the Fire we need today,
Fire, the Holy fire, send it down OLord we pray,
Fire, the Holy fire, burn away all sin and dross,
Send it down O Lord, we need the Fire of Pentecost,
Send it down O Lord, we need the Fire of Pentecost.

Jesus, O Holy Jesus, please give the promises You have made,
Jesus, O Holy Jesus, laid up in heaven for today,
Jesus, O Holy Jesus, you for no other we would trade,
Send them down O Lord, we need the Fires of Pentecost,
Send them down O Lord, we need the Fires of Pentecost.

Father, O Reverend Father, please do a miracle today,
Father, O Reverend Father, heal bro. (or sis.)____ now we pray,
Father, O Reverend Father, burn away all fear and doubt,
Send it down Dear God, we need the power of Pentecost,
Send it down Dear God, we need the power of Pentecost.

Book VI

Index:
1. doing what can be done
2. Tears and Laughter
3. Getting There
4. go to fixin'
5. FOLLOW ME
6. (untitled)
7. two tree tales
8. You Need Him



doing what can be done

Fallen from a place so special
At God’s own side, Adam
Now sits outside the garden’s gate,
The hot east wind to demonstrate
The consequences of sin and pride:
He and Eve have died.

Why should a fate so cruel
Be thrust upon our world?
Did not God create us for Himself?
What can we do? Now but grieve
And pray to Him to receive
A reversal from our missed fortune,
A return to His favor once more.

copyright 2005 by David Severy



Tears and Laughter

Many mornings mourn for living,
Many Faces seem so grim.
These weights that are carried inside a heart
Can they be but the force of sin?

Faces: where is Jesus?
What have you done with Him?
Have you not heard that He lives,
And died that you, might too, begin
A life free of the Devil’s lying power,
And death so grim?

Our lives are measured day by day.
One never knows the hour
of their passing quite away,
to sweetness or to sour.

Living now is not of hell,
Nor of heaven yet, I tell
that with our groaning, joy may walk;
Or, sorrow our lot can be :
Affliction suited to our need,
That we might purify our deeds.

None the less does wisdom not
Proclaim herself in every jot
And tittle writ by Him,
Whom we receive and we must win?

We know Him Whom we do now bless.
We know the joy, the promised rest
Is our to come , and even now
Does lighten up our earthen brow.
Yet if our days find trial and test
In our tears we remain blest.

Now so we walk with Paraclete :
Sweet Spirit God to guide our steps
On the Way, in Truth, in Life;
With brief tumult and fleeting strife,
With tears to turn to joy and praise
When Mornings hymns and anthem raise
To call Him Lord : the Ancient of Days.

copyright 2005 by David Severy



Getting There

Present things in present days,
which of all if any rule?
Bits of memories remembered now-
we called them history when in school.
We cry out values, good and bad,
searching always for their measure.
All of life we live long days,
which of any of us prays?

We have not the things we would have,
having left off from the asking.
What we get by our own devices
is wildly wasted on the lusting.
Of our hearts, of my heart
will it never ever end:
in our hearts, in my heart,
this crazy craving evil bent?

Hidden stashes overflow
from the larder heavy laden,
in the storeroom, where I go
when I’m not remembering
how You went up on that hill that day
to purge away from me my foolish lust.

Grief and sadness will appear
when that flood subsides;
and leaves up on the banks of my hearts river
grief and sadness and loss besides.

Stop ! Don’t seed the clouds of doubt,
the clouds of wrath, or the clouds about
the minds of others, brothers, broken too.
Gently sow the Word of Grace,
which hearers hearts may then amend to.

Seek the sower of the truth,
Sowing freely Yahweh Word,
Prepare your soil for His pass,
Let the root sink deep,precious harvest for to reap
When in Eternity at last
Free from harm in heavens grasp.

Find a hook set fat with bait,
not to nibble, - devour it.
Let the angler sent of heaven
harvest you. Though you fight
the rod and reel and staff,
you’ll find a fisherman of might
will land you: purged of all your strength:
a lamblike little fish for His table.

Thou fish, now caught, raptured, dazed, near death,
He delivers you with a kindly blow,
and mortified, you feel not the fillet knife
as you are prepared for the meal.
You are become a pleasant dish,
and your aroma a pleasing one to Him, Thou fish.

You are consumed and united in Him
who is Life
and is Love.

copyright 2005 by David Severy



go to fixin'

Everybody wants to rule the world.
Nobody knows how.
It’s too big for one man or lady.

Little more should need be spoken
Except that everything’s been broken
Everyday we go to fixin’
And come behinder than we started.

What’s missing? We should ponder
About how and why the walls fell down.
And why the dust, it never settles
And why the Kings are no more crowned.
And why

every day we go to fixin’ and come behinder
than when we started.

Copyright 2005 by David Severy



FOLLOW ME
d.severy july 2004
copyright© 2005

if you see my light shining oh follow me
if you see my face lit up share the joy
if you see me burdened down
lend a shoulder or a hand
if you see my knees a shaking steady me

if I persist in foolishness oh do rebuke me
if you see me falling down do pray for help
if you see me in a sin oh
correct me please I pray
if you see that I’d repent oh call me on

if you see me hesitate warn me well now
if you see that I have heard disciple me
oh I want to go to heaven not to hell so
if you see that I’ve repented
PRAISE the LORD

if you see my tear stained face
well HALLELUJAH
if you see me on my knees
come join with me
if you see me thanking Jesus
for His mercy and His love
Think of all the love He’s given thee.

All it cost of me was my refuse garbage dust
for that was all I had the day I met Him.
I brought nothing to His table
‘cept my sin stained hands and feet.
In my dirty rags I met Him.
He - full of grace and truth and love
full of faith and holiness
beyond what words can speak .

I pray : a little more like Jesus
you see me day by day,
less and less like that old man now crucified;
less and less like that old world
that is simply passing away,
that old world that I fear not nor now abide.

if you see me leaping shouting “Glory! Glory!”
Know He’s near and dear to me this very day,
come and follow oh I’ll take you to the Savior
and you’ll leap and shout and sing :

“He is THE WAY!”

there’s no other like the Christ
He’s the Messiah
oh Yeshua is ha Shem oh Adonai

follow me???????????????????


NO!!! FOLLOW HIM!!!
oh we’ll live no more to sin
but to worship, love
and praise our God on high!

Copyright 2005 by David Severy




(untitled)

O how this heart of mine does ache
and needs to,
for still so much
is left to do ...

O, praise thee, for
Thou hast made me
ever more and for
to please Thee.

Copyright 2005 by David Severy




two tree tales
*** *** *** *** ***
1
I never thought that I would be
a lovelier being than a tree.
But trees we hew and saw and burn,
with them we made the butter churn
and a thousand goods of a day now past.
But I was made and meant to last
and build upon the Rock, you see,
and pass into eternity.

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2
Planted like a tree whose leaf
will never fade, never to burn,
no need for sun, for light of moon
no dark of night, no death - no tomb.

When above in endless life
with Christ who fought and won the fight
God gives us Heaven’s victory
We’ll rest in our Holy King.

Then we’ll love and live to love,
as we should live to love here now:
for God is never pleased with sin
and to love would teach us how,
Would we be humble, our knees to bow(?).

(Only here and now, below;
“life”: it seems to come and go
tossed like driftwood to and fro
upon rough rugged seas.)

Copyright 2005 by David Severy



You Need Him

When the hours have worn away
the strength I had at the break of day,
I’ll remind my soul: “you need Him:
rest and worship now thy Maker,
rest in Him and pray.”

Early, early, afore the dawn,
strength renewed and sleep's now flown,
I’ll remind my soul: “you need Him,
seek Him for that perfect Strength,
in thy weakness and in Him alone.”

When by noon and now a hungered,
I halt for meat to be sustained,
I’ll remind my soul: “you need Him,
rest and with thanksgiving
offer praise for all His favor given.”

Copyright 2005 by David Severy

Book VII

Index:
1. NO QUESTIONS
2. my cross /{MY ANSWER}
3. To Prepare A Place
4. The Gospel Of Grace
5. Got Jesus?
6. REACH !


NO QUESTIONS

Please don’t blame me
for the hurt you cause yourselves.
I don’t want you for my enemies.
I would have you as my friends.

Things happen for good reason,
you don’t have need to understand
all that ever happened,
nor all that comes to pass.

Everything you need to know
I’ve told you.
Every thing you need
I’ve given it to you.
When one Day you join with me
in heaven:
QUESTIONS? o who explains to whom?

All of you have suffered some misfortune,
all of you committed many sins.
The promises I’ve made cannot be broken,
please Dear One, repent and enter in.

To each I give the needed simple measure
of faith, with which a man may now believe.
Don’t spurn the weight, the glory of my Treasure:
The Man my son Yeshua, o : do receive.

They asked, “What shall we do that we may
work the works of God?”
Jesus answered, “This is the work of God:
that ye believe on Him whom He hath sent.”
I understand how much you now are hurting,
I know that you too are sinned against.
Remember that it’s you my Son was serving
when He suffered more than any ‘fore or since.

His suffering in its strangeness served a purpose,
that sons and daughters, mine you might become.
So as He accomplished my will for you to live,
I plead for you to Us your life now give.




my cross /{MY ANSWER}

My Cross

Wasn’t one cross enough, Lord?
Why must I pick up my own?
Yours accomplished everything, did it not, Lord?

Didn’t You do it all, Lord?
and do it all for me,
and every sin of every man?
Didn’t You Lord?

I know that I’ve done wrong, Lord,
I’ve broken all Your law.
But have You not forgiven this, haven’t You?

So why, Lord, O Lord, do I, Lord,
have this cross of mine ? Lord?
Why must I pick it up, o Lord? Why ?


MY ANSWER

My son, my goal for you is
to be just like me.
As I am like my Father,
so you shall also be.

Holy, pure and sinless,
I was once crucified,
taking away sin’s mess
On the day I died.

You must take your cross, son,
and carry it each day,
and nail your lusts and habits to it,
if so, then you may

take your place in
the Life son,
and identify with me;
to show the world around you
just what a man can be:

who trusts
in me alone son,
who walks with me each day,
and gives up every thing he has
for Heavens brighter Way.

I took leave of Heaven’s best
for God’s eternal life and plan
to end the pain and every strife and give
His power to every willing man.

The cross will humble you, son,
the cross will give you strength,
to overcome your sins, son,
and reach my Holiness.

So pick it up and carry it,
this instrument of death :
like mine which brought you life, son,
yes, it’s for the best.

FEAR NOT
YEA I AM WITH YOU
to steady every step
you take with me to Calvary,
there to get the Victory,
there to have me set you free:
for ever and eternity.



To Prepare A Place

Sin the greatest folly,
doubt the rankest fear,
war against the calling
of God’s Son so near,
who willingly, supplies all need
and bids “be of good cheer”.

Hell prepared for Satan
and angels fallen away,
hell a man would not receive
should he put his stay
upon the great Jehovah
whose Spirit leads each day.

Charity, Christ’s love supreme
is what I’m destined for,
and Wisdom now from God above
will guide me to that shore
which waits for those who wait now still,
for His return, whom they adore.

Heaven prepared as for a Bride,
the New Jerusalem,
prepared by God for holy saints
and angels spared by them,
it’s where I’ll go and stay one day
and forever BARUCH ha SHEM.
(Praise the Lord)




The Gospel Of Grace

The Gospel of Grace that came from above,
Holy Ghost giv’n to the called in one verse
Is laid before all to the ends of the earth-
The manifest writ of His love.

Though Chaptered and numbered and versioned today,
It’s Spirit can never be fractured apart.
One Sword of the Spirit cuts right to each heart-
The lively bold writ of His love.

Penned by so many who listened toHim
The story it tells is alive in it’s words
Of one faith, one baptism and one Holy Lord-
The inspired writ of His love.

For doctrine, instruction, correction, reproof:
All in righteousness from first to last,
It’s high worth shall never be ever surpassed,
The True Holy writ of His love.


It’s known as the Bible which really means “book”.
Holy it’s called and if YOU take a look
Inside it’s good pages and study it well-
Your name can be writ in His love.


by David Severy copyright © 2005




Got Jesus?
copyright 2005 by david severy


He don't gotta say "gotcha"
'cause he already do!
What i wanna know is
do you know Him too ?

He don't need ta say
"I told you so."
What i really wanna know is
Do ya hear what He says ?

It's a simple message,
a child can tell ya it,
an a blessin' ta hear
the Bible's Holy Writ.

If ya hear this thing
that's real, that i'm speakin',
Hear the deal for you
if it's Heaven your seekin':

The Gospel of John, Chapter 3:16-18
16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
18 He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. (the words of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ)
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The Gospel (according to Paul) from Romans Chapter 10:8-13
8 But what saith it? The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth, and in thy heart: that is, the word of faith, which we preach;
9 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.
10 For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.
11 For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.
12 For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him.
13 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.



REACH ! lifting up Holy hands without wrath or doubting

Reach above the idols of today.
They’re very short, put next to God our King;
They can do for you not anything,
But lead you from Him far away to stray.

Look o’er the top their heads of dry hard clay,
To the now and to horizon’s bounds,
And then beyond to Christ in Majesty,
To His throne where praise and laud resound.

Put away the makings of dead gods.
Lend the sound of your own speech to prayer.
Put away the stone and clay and wood,
Away! The tools that formed the things we’ve dared.

Our hands and minds have plied the elements
With brilliance that could come alone from God,
Yet all the glitter, glamour is pretense
‘Til mind and hand and head to God do bow.

From obelisk to gate of Babylon,
From images of totems of the north,
And images that now do speak and move!
From these now all hell’s evil does pour forth.

The landscape once so clean is littered now
With gods all false and purposed to distract.
Now men do worship these and to them bow
And plow and seed to reap not looking back

To see the Truth of God they’ve left behind,
Preferring self to Him and Good and right.
With thoughts of self for self by self in mind
They darkly with deceit do walk the night.

So reach above all idols e’re were graved
And look to Heaven’s heights where now does sit
One Alive Who Was Will Be And IS
Forever : God Alone : our God : no hand e’er made !

Book VIII

Index:
1. Courage
2. nineeleven
3. I Would
4. Hated
5. The LIFE
6. PRIDE
7. change



Courage

I must have courage to face this,
now the Day has dawned ,
and everything has changed.

The days gone by have left their mark
upon my outer man. Yet inside,
deep within that which has been,
still it is, and still may be freed.

Free to see reality, to know Truth,
to see clearly, to be without confusion,
to see with an uncompromised eye:
what is and why.

The limits are taken away.
All my capacity is available
because life with courage permits
effort without vanity.

Let obstacles come, for testing nurtures
inner strength and strength of the inner
man must grow. Courage is for strength,
and strong I need to grow.

Let interest accrue to that Deposit in my soul
which is made for a possession
in the future,
the possession is the future.

I am a deposit in an account.
I am a portion of an inheritance.
I am a coin in Another realm.
I am an expectation of another Will.
I am beloved of God, and the joy of the Lord is my Strength.

Copyright © 2005 D. Severy



nineeleven

d.severy (copyright©2005)

Yesterday I was the plumber
you did not want to call;
yesterday I was his teacher,
caught him running in the hall.
Everyday I’ve been your neighbor,
we talked about baseball...
but now it is tomorrow,
can’t go back before their fall.

Last week you shopped for Niecy,
she needed things for school,
the weekend came, we rested.
It went too fast for you.
And Monday came way too soon,
found me feeling kinda blue...
but now it is tomorrow.
What next will they do?

Everybody’s askn’ why
they chose to hurt and kill us
on that sunny day.
And when the next attack will come,
and where these evil men were from.
I really do not know, my friend,
if I can ever say.
But this I’ll say, I will :

Put your trust in Jesus,
and love your neighbor well.
Treasure more the hours,
how many none can tell
of life, it may be long or short-
‘sfor sure we all will die.
It was horror at the towers fall,
but dear ones don’t you cry.

It’s been said many times,
I’ll say it once again:
“It’s how you play the game that counts,
not if you lose or win.”
The things that now are coming,
come not from men alone;
God’s hands and angels guiding
will surely guide us home.

We’re citizens of heaven
or denizens of hell,
some say the which from which
only God can truly tell.
But what men say and do in life,
speak volumes in God’s ear,
So choose your steps with wisdom
and to Jesus draw most near.




I Would
Copyright © 2005 D. Severy

Can I ever, will I ever, may I ever?
Ever I would be changed.
Seems, it would be easier; better we know
“... if it is with difficulty that the righteous is saved,
what will become of the godless man or sinner?”

An end approaches,
can’t avoid - so don’t deny,
Lay over and onto the Strength
who alone can bear us up,
the Pilot who knows.
We know well enough: we alone cannot.

Ignorance fading in Light
as the bliss of Truth’s baptism
brings foundation and completion
promises sure for infinite being.

“For in Him all the fullness of Deity dwells in bodily form,
and in Him you have been made complete,
and He is the head over all rule and authority.”

Choosing sides, and distilling from greyness
that which endures and assures,
a trust beyond time and times, yet
still a Trust for today.




"hated" copyright © 2005 D. Severy
“...they hated me first...”


Why so hated, these?
Why no place? O please...
do not fault me for my birth.
Who among us chose this earth?
One day I did awake and here I was
and came to know some art beyond my cause
was reason for my being;
and perhaps someday I might be seeing
just why it was I did appear
in time, in space, said day, said year.
But why, o neighbor, can you tell?
Am I so hated like as cast to hell?

Why so hated am I now?
Because my soul to Him I bow?
Am I not one free, like you?
to choose my Master and be true
to that which He alone can teach
of Heaven’s Life for which I reach?
What threat is He, this Man to you?
Why it’s as if you really knew,
that what is said of Him is so!
The Bible, Word, does it not show
He truly lived and will return
His wheat to gather , chaff to burn?

Does Christ’s faith expose your sin?
And show up every snare and gin
of habits evil, more than you know,
and flaws in what you say and sow?
Discomfited by what you hear and see?
Should this be cause to hate a man like me?
We’ve all done evil, every one —
that’s why God has Sent His Son:
to take and bear away our sin,
that on the Day of entering in,
He will welcome those who meekly now,
while yet on earth below do bow.

Perhaps what you hate is the limited choice:
it’s clacketty clang or heaven’s Voice,
the devils and flames, or eternal love
which sweetly beckons from above.
Oh that God grant ears to hear
and hearts would turn from fright to the cheer
of a future of hope... free of all harm
craving, fearing, tears and alarm.
By His Sovereign Grace, which no man deserves,
we’ll rise to His Kingdom, forever to serve,
to worship and praise God in bliss
How is it, o, that I’m hated for this?




The LIFE

Oh, young man, there will be times in your life
when the turmoil and strife will seem insane.
As the days wax toward the end of all things (it’s at hand),
what the days bring in the end is the night.

So ready yourself in the Lord’s armor,
show yourself approved unto God.
Learn to watch, and to pray-
to stay your whole mind and life on Jesus and his word.

Oh, young woman, be aware, that the things that
some dare and do bring much sorrow and pain
to their lives. Seeds sown in an hour have
a lifetime of power - if they sprout
they may grow and bear fruit.

Oh, boys and girls life is long, so live
and grow and be strong: using strength
not for evil, but for good. And learn to
KNOW God’s dear voice, then you will make
the right choices, and be safe
and live life as all should.

“Our battle is not against flesh and blood,”
But against the Satan and his boast.
To our enemies we give love, to them we do good.


But to the Devil we do war with God’s host.

Copyright © 2005 D. Severy


PRIDE

WORSE, worse than six others
is this primal beast. Conceit:
unbridled, yet cast surely down;
where it murmurs and seems still to roar,
the enemy of all quiet.

VEXING the very pure of heart, vexing
hard is this primal beast. Braggart:
puffed and prating to its fall
it fell to vexing every man
and tries the more to wreck every heart.

NONE, no part was found
of this primal beast in Him. Folly:
enamored of self, still clamors
for the Victory, yet is once forever fully
deprived of all its lust by Him.

STAY NOW thy soul upon this Conqueror
of the primal beast ::: Hypocrisy:
its experience is now and ever doomed,
and ever failing in its “success”: to
steal away a soul, bitterly.

STAY and BUILD upon this Rock who will
annihilate the primal beast::: Pride:
the first of seven and all sins other,
all frauds, filth and lusts. Thy ROCK
will give thee VICTORY and more besides.
Copyright © 2005 D. Severy



Change
Copyright © 2005 D. Severy


change your mind
you are not alone
your need is great
and many are like you
think outside all the boxes
take your thoughts from the truth

change your actions
so must we all
our need is great
and many stumble as we do
act according to the better angels
take your cues from their master

change your place
if only all would avail
of the greatest gift
to receive of him
and be translated
from death to life

Book IX

Index:
1. Now and THEN
2. Gently, Pray
3. after the afterfall He's afterall
4. Priority
5. Pilgrim's Prayer
6. WATER
7. TEARS


Now and THEN


Pay attention to Jesus,
Do so more each day.
Think of the Gift God offered up
To make for you a Way.

To return in Life to the Father,
Almighty Ruler of all;
To escape eternally dying the death
That will not saints befall.

Jesus is He who does love you
Like no other man, woman or child.
Yet He must punish the ones who will not
Receive Him, the lamb so meek and so mild.

He stepped right out of Glory
And into this world for you,
Do well and read of HIStory
Repent and do evil eschew.

What greater goal can a man set before him
Than to please the one who fashioned his bones?
And joy in the God who made him a vessel
To hold the Spirit of Life.

DON’T, my friend, too easily cast
These few, but grave words to the wind,
Consider the end to which we all come,
And what will happen then.

copyright 2005 by David Severy


O Gently, Pray

Nature’s laws seem so ill thought
Of, earth and sky and sea so wrought
In beauty by the largest hands
Of Him who’s called the Son of Man.

We dig, blast and defoliate,
And pour concrete in by the ton.
We build up to the sky and cloud
Glassy, stony, steely mountains.

We think we need them, tho for what
I really can’t determine, but
Surely know that more will come
And scrape the clouds before man’s done.

And men will never quit, you know
To try to make life better, so
Their flesh will not be o’er exposed
To cold wind, rain and snow.

God help?! that drought
Should find them out.........of doors!

It’s plain to see that nature’s worth
Is lesser prized than in yesteryear.
Machines to work, as did men’s hands,
Do more to change the lands.

O pray that men might gently move
The things found in their way;
That carefully they might survey
And thoughtfully to improve.

copyright 2005 by David Severy


after the afterfall He's afterall

To turn a phrase, to bend around,
or square a thought and build upon
the vapor of a preening word,
and weave a gilded filigree
to please the ear of modern man,
I dare not give to such a plan.

The moderns take themselves for gods,
divine within their metaphysick,
and curse the ills of strong desire
which rule their flesh bound appetites.
No mystery to spot a Mod,
who sputters speech like untamed static,
ever immersed in sins dark mire,
not aware the Holy Fire
could lift him from his plight.
Plight of maddening variance,
thoughts he comes to seem as chance,
like how he thinks the worlds were made,
as accidents without a hand
or mind or thought for what now is
no right no rule, no far foresight,
only lonely “randomness”.

The sand upon a thousand shores
has more order than he affords.
The molecules of H2O
show more wisdom than he knows.
The sky above the earthen shore,
the hidden deep, the mountain ice,
and death’s sure curse for Adam’s meal;
the entropy of men and all in motion
all will show the eye that sees
natures law once wrought by God,
He has offset their primal course
to chasten us in life, that we might cease
from evil ways and from all earthly strife.

So much history, should it not reveal the mystery
to the one who thinks about life’s ironies?
How is it that man, so elevated above his fellow creatures,
lives at a level of dishonesty so far below their honest natures?
It’s said we are post post modern now by some,
Can’t we see the sham? Its sum
is reaching heavens shore with lies
piled higher up the earth’s blue skies.
Have mercy on us God. Illuminate the Mod.

copyright 2005 by David Severy



Priority

Bobby wanted for the grace
to paint himself a masterpiece.
Those who paint them might desire
the grace to sing or play the lyre,
and they who strum might want a drum,
to bang out praise all day,
Yet like Mary I would be,
and find the Master, and at His feet
I’d sit with Him, and there be free.

Grant O Lord, Thy Soveriegn Will,
be that I’d not feign but now be still,
to learn to practice Thy Pure Love,
to hear Thy wisdom from above,
from Father and from Christ His Son.

copyright 2005 by David Severy



PILGRIMS PRAYER /March 1, 2005

O God, sustain me in repentance for Thy pleasure,
Create a heart in me that will not faint.
You alone are Good, and all Your Goodness so Gracious.
May my every deed become those of the saint.

There is no other Way on earth I wish to travel,
no other path leads where we want for me to go;
You are everything, all other ways are nothings
To ways not of You I say NO.

Oh lead me on, lead me Lord
To the New Jerusalem
Where the cloud of witnesses
And I will join Your praise

Oh do not spare thy rod, do not
O Lord, but exercise Your care
So very necessary
For the journey that I’m on.

I’ll willing endure all things ahead
On this road I take to Calvary;
There to die for You each day, childish things now put away
Faith to faith and all to glory, Lord let it be.

copyright 2005 by David Severy



Water

There’s a well of life above
the thirsty find replete.
They gather at this well of Love
there the Lord to meet.

He giveth o so freely
and tenderly His care.
With the sheep of His great passion
all good things He shares.

O the Lord: His name is Jesus :
Anointed Savior King,
if you put your hand in His right now
and come along and sing...

….you too, my friend, can know Him
in His Power and His Grace,
and in that Day soon coming
you will see Him face to face.

If your sorry for your sins,
would no more a sinner be,
learn to trust and obey God:
He will set your spirit free.

O let’s worship our dear Father
in heaven far above,
He’s waiting for so many more
to come to Him in love.

It’s the Love of God in Jesus Christ,
not “bread alone” we say;
won’t you turn to Him right now,
my friend
and surrender all and pray.

copyright 2005 by David Severy



TEARS

Shall I take some time to weep
for my days gone by?
It’s over, they are gone.
Full of self and sin’s deceit
they were, they’re over.

Present needs
are better for tears, as many
are not yet within the Gate,
the Straight gate,
their days of death not over yet.

I must go to tell them
of His Love -
It’s forever.
I shall weep and sow the precious seed,
SALVATION’s word.

He is all, and all in all in whom He dwells,
His life is forever.
His life’s blood, shed unto death, and yet
His rising: life!
His, the power of an endless life!
O wipe away tears for self, and pray
with tears for those
who dally near and far,
who observe with trepidation, or as foolishness,
the need to change their ways.


With tears, pray for them
that mock the erring souls of those
who stumble in forgiven
and fearing seek His face,
though cumbered with their habits foul.


And pray tears for those mocked,
(as if the mockers knew at all God’s plans for them)
mocked for their “foolishness”
before the world, as it waits
for the revealings of the Lord.

And pray tears
for those who in their shining successes
are cut and clubbed
with the zealous envies and weapons real;
bleeding real red blood at the hands of Satan’s blind.

Above all pray.

copyright 2005 by David Severy

Book X

Index:
1) "Try Me, He said..."
2) Beware
3) Respect for my Betters
4) Him
5) All you need....
6) visitor
7) haiku


"Try Me, He said..."

I've no reason to be but for the Voice of reason.
Reasonably told, I am of greater than self.
And greatest joy is living for the Day.
Questions remain, yet Answers prevail.

Get the message I got for your own priceless treasure.
Apples fall close to the tree and they always fall down.
Stuff happens........ for reasons we dont always see.
Reasons are from steady Reason.

Law holds the moon, why not me?
It holds my mind to reality.
Good thing too, I ran away from it all, too many times.
Hurt it did, too. Dont recommend it.

Try Reason. Reason won't hurt, except at first.
But skin thickens, pride effaced allows Reason room.
Let Reason be reasonable and see.
See what selfless, effortless, Reason will do for you.

Reason will lead you.
Reason will hold you.
He will heal your broken parts.
With skill, in tranquility, and forever.
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Beware

Beware, my friend today deceits of sin.
They will tear you into pieces limb from limb.
Be it shark or roaring lion,
to snuff you out the Devil's trying.
Without Jesus, Lord, your chances they are slim!!!!!

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Him

After it has all been crushed and all the fight has left your bones and nothing remains to lift your face but God's only Son;
Remember that He was crushed as are you, felled like a tree to the earth where you lie, and remember for you He was sent, came and died, and in such a cruel manner, they call crucified,
nailed to some wood from a tree on a day when His brothers were honoring God
in a way, and his foes were standing there watching Him bleed, forgave them He did, this Abraham's seed, this Son of King David, this tower of Strength,
veiled in His mystery, yet He whom at length, would appear again living, to start and amaze the ones who had followed Him,
to bless them again who had been as crushed with Him,
who would yet, many, be crushed just like Him.

Remember that you who yet live in the flesh, are as dead in your sins lest you have in you breath, breathed by His Spirit, power from on High.
Remember His crushing death. And remember the tomb, colder and darker than the earth where you lie; and then
REMEMBER the morning first day of the week and Mary, whose Gardener did turn to her speaking, one word: "Mary."
Hear Him call to you. He has come to you from the tomb, alive again.
To heal you. To make you soar with Him.
To give you the very substance of His Life everlasting.
And the Joy, the everlasting Joy, and exceeding gladness of His own self,
His presence, to cheer you to a victory by your faith.
Be not afriad. Only believe,
for all things
are possible
with God.

copyright© by david severy 2006

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All you need is LOVE

The words I remember are few,
But I wish I had writ them to you,
They made a big splash, 
and a whole lot of cash,
and were somehow found obviously true:

LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED

copyright© by david severy 2006

1 John 4:16And we have known and

believed the love that God hath to us.

God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.

ddddddddddddddddddddddd

visitor

breath away the body cools
slowly loved ones leave his room
some are wondering on his wealth
some are thinking of their own health
few are saying, "where he's now,
what has happened anyhow?"

walk he did those many years,
leapt and ran and little feared...
expolited options as a man,
strong and rich in every plan,
yet sooner than he wanted to
something hurtled into view

sometimes fast as lightening is
this weakness swallows busyness
strengths of yesterday now flown
the one who steady and full grown
had carved a fortress out of stone
has layed down head and died

visitor, why comest thou,
can't you see I'm busy, how
rudley you throw your baggage down
you act as if you wear a crown
up away begone now shoo
what ever is the matter you

copyright© 2006 David Severy


haiku

We give birth each day
and make dying harder now.
The world is near full.

copyright© 2006 David Severy