Whatever is Pure - January 2004
No One Like You
No one is like You, Lord.
Your name is mighty in power.
You are the living God,
The eternal King.
You made the earth by Your power,
Send lightening with the rain,
Make the clouds rise
The ends of the earth.
You are righteous, O' Lord;
Our strength and our fortress,
Our refuge in times of trouble,
Your word is eternal.
We kneel before You
And worship at Your feet,
Sing praises to Your name
Among the nations...
Trust in You, Lord,
And commit our ways to you.
You are our God
And our Salvation.
Your love, Lord,
Reaches to the heavens,
To the skies.
Is like mighty mountains.
Is Your unfailing love.
© 2002 Myra Wood
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I've Learned To Press On
Born in poverty and consumed by the spirit of lack,
I was forced to learn to survive by fighting back
Against those that fought against me and my progress,
And those who tried to jeopardize my opportunity for eternal rest.
Struggling from day-to-day; living from paycheck to paycheck,
I often failed at many of my efforts and lost a lot of respect
From those who admired me and encouraged me to succeed
And to do my best at all times and to fill each day with good deeds.
Pain covered my soul and failure followed me from day-to-day,
But I always, somehow, believed that the Lord would make a way
For me to come out of whatever mess I'd seemed to fall upon
Regardless of the sin I'd committed or the wrong I'd done.
Forced to press on in spite of disappointments and shattered dreams,
I always felt as if things weren't as bad as they seemed
Because God always promised prosperity and success
Even to those who made their lives a royal mess.
Brokenhearted and lied to time after time,
I always tried to be faithful, honest and kind
To those whom I had to be a daughter, sister, friend, mother and wife,
But, sometimes it was hard to accept the disappointments they gave in life.
Moving one step forward and being pushed two steps back on life's road,
I never was completely torn down by the weight of life's load,
Which seemed too heavy to carry from time to time;
But, always seemed to force me to get back in line.
Being deceived, taken for granted and talked about on every road I chose to take,
It always felt like a bad dream from which I'd soon awake
And see that life is not as drear as it appeared,
And realize none of those things exist which I feared.
Although life has thrown many stumbling blocks along my pathway,
My faith kept me believing in the promise of a brighter and better day
To live and to love freely and unconditionally
Those who took advantage of me.
Although I've faced much deception, heartache and heartbreak as a wife,
I'm convinced that there is a greater end to the life
I was granted to live from day-to-day
In my own time and in my own way.
Although I've felt much pain and strife as a mother,
I know the sacrifices I've made prove that a mother's love is like no other
Because friends will come and friends will go,
But Mamma loves you; success or failure, rich or poor.
Although my brothers couldn't seem to appreciate my love and commitment to family,
I can truly say I did my best to create and encourage unity
Among those I loved and shared my life with,
And I strived for that from beginning to end; I never quit.
Although my parents didn't approve of the choices I've made,
I've learned from my mistakes and have earned a great deal from the prices I've paid
In traveling the wrong and the right roads as I journeyed on,
Never regretting and forgetting the things I was taught at home.
Although my friends couldn't grasp the faithfulness to them I gave,
The memories of what we shared will run on down the paths I've paved
In my going and my doing as their friend,
And I'm sure they can appreciate it now that it's come to an end.
Although I haven't been the best Christian in my living,
I've learned to make greater sacrifices in my giving
Of love, understanding and compassion to others
As I fellowship and live among my sisters and brothers.
If anyone should ask you why after all the pain, suffering, and failures, I chose to press on,
Tell them I was inspired by my desire to reach my heavenly home,
Which is where I'm resting in peace,
And the joy I've found will never cease.
Pressed on, pressed on is exactly what I chose to do,
Even when my successes were so very few.
I have no regrets for my failures, disappointments, heartaches, and pains;
For, there is a greater reward I shall gain
For loving those who took advantage of my selfless love and care;
For forgiving those who have treated me so unfair;
For giving of myself when all others seemed to do was take;
For helping those who fought against the life I was trying to make.
If I could live this life all over again,
I wouldn't change anything from beginning to end
Because I've learned and gained so much through my troubles and trials,
Until my feet have learned to appreciate the walking and running for miles and miles
Traveling on the roads from nowhere to somewhere
Looking for true love, peace of mind and eternal joy everywhere.
I have many scars to show that I fought a good fight;
So, be grateful and not grievous as my soul takes flight.
I love you all and will miss you more than you know,
But this life here is over and I must go
To a place I've longed to see
Since Jesus came into my life and rescued me
From a life full of turmoil, misery and shame
And renewed my mind and changed my name.
I hope to see you again beyond the sky
Where everyday is "howdy-howdy", and never ever "good-bye".
Farewell to all whom I've loved and those who chose to love me
In spite of all the pain I've inflicted and the intrusions of misery.
From this life I pass with no regrets
To eternal peace and eternal rest.
© Kimberly B. Crews
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I Want to Walk on Holy Ground
One night, in a little Country Church,
At an Altar ~ a true Savior I found.
He softened my heart and made me
Long to walk on Holy ground...
Up there, with the dear Master,
Who is the Holiest of all ~
Hastened my heart into soon
Giving Him, the most High, a call.
He said He's waiting and watching,
Just giving plenty of time.
So come, go with me and call
On this living Savior of mine.
He came to earth and walked with
The likes of us, here, just for the love
Of the brethren, here, on earth ~
To receive Him from high above.
His love is so awesome. You can
Feel it without even seeing Him.
But, failing to accept Him will cause
The light in your soul to grow dim.
I'd like to dance in the Spirit,
Shout with the angels all around,
When I'm there in Heaven;
Forever to walk on Holy ground.
I long to be in Glory with a Savior
Who is ever true and justly divine,
Who will ever look to my cares
Because He knows I claim Him as mine.
When this old life is over and done at last,
I want to draw ever near to He
Who will be with me all throughout
The land and ages of Eternity.
Maybe, there'll be soft clouds and
Beautiful valleys with a mustard tree,
That we can just gather seeds
Aplenty and ever be in harmony...
Harmony with this awesome Master
In whom the sun and moon obey.
So, Lord, come for me and let me surely
Walk on the Holy ground that day.
© 2002 Pearlie Duncan Walker
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