The Poetry of Marilynn Domroe - Hosted by Tinidril

Heal the Scars

Heal the scarred hands and feet of our Saviour;
Come to him with a contrite heart.
Heal the sword-thrust wound in His side;
Let us repent of all our sins.
Stem the flow of atoning blood;
Yield not to Satan's deceit.
Heal the pain in the soul of Jesus;
Earn the reward of Eternal life.

Luxury

When times are hard
and we can't afford
the necessities of life,
we kneel in prayer
unto the Lord
to relieve us of this strife.

Then in times of ease
when the dearth has passed,
and we enjoy prosperity,
do we remember
as we smile at last,
to praise Him with humility ?

Sword of Truth

Man's truth is rarely pure,
of this you can be sure.
When power is his goal
he'll auction off his soul
to the author of lies
for that sought after prize.

Tax papers falsely state
a failed conglomerate,
to disguise massive debts
from games and racing bets.
And what of those affairs
with friend's wives and au pairs ?

He finds it all too much
while, in "Old Bailey's" clutch
one remaining ally
chooses this time to die.
So off to jail he goes
lamenting all his woes.

How simple life could be
if only he would see,
the Lord who men oft mock
is their soul's solid rock,
but cunning wiles of man
blow away with the sand.

Sign of God's Promise

Noah obeyed the Lord's command
to build an ark on arid land,
ignoring constant scoffs and scorn
of wicked men who'd later mourn.
For forty days and forty nights
the rain pored down with awesome might.
But Noah's ark was so secure
he and his fam'ly had no fear.
When the voyage was nearly through
the sky revealed a patch of blue,
bringing news that a year had passed
as they stepped on dry land at last.
At Noah's altar to the Lord
his fam'ly knelt with one accord
to thank our Father for His grace
in saving people of their race.
Our Lord has promised all His blood,
"No more destruction by a flood".
Look at the bow from cloud to sea,
see His promise to you and me.

Farewell Diana

Farewell Diana, princess to the world,
Giver of comfort and hope to the maimed,
pure love to the children of all nations,
unfeinged compassion to those shunned by others.

Sent to earth for a glorious purpose,
you overcame each personal trial
to bestow your love on those who matter
among the elite, and underprivileged.

We, among millions who never met you;
yet touched by the joy you brought to the world,
know that you have left this frail existence
to reign as princess of a higher sphere.

Near The Garden Wall

Near the garden wall
within the city
knelt our precious Savior,
Heavenly Father's begotten Son.
He faithfully fulfilled the mission
He had been called to serve.
And, though He loved life
death for Him held no fear.
But, would it not require
more than three years
to save the souls of men?
So intense was Him agony
as he pleaded with his Father
to allow Him to remain
He bled from every pore.
Then, in supreme obedience
He said, "Nevertheless
not my will, but thine be done."
And although we weep over His pain
as he hung upon the cross,
remember what He suffered
near the garden wall.

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