Pondering

Interesting poems for your pondering, BE BLESSSSSSED!

My Savior Wears Jeans
© By Andrew Embry
When I finally pass away some day, I can merely hope and pray
That I will gaze upon Christ.
Though he is constantly depicted in free flowing robes of white,
That is not the Savior I expect to see in my sights.
No, that image simply is not right.
My Savior wears jeans.
Yes, He wears jeans, an opinion I refuse to deny.
And if you need reassurance,you only need to look toward the sky
And gaze at the intricate shades of blue.
His jeans are long, battered, tattered and torn.
They've been stained with blood, tears, and sweat since before I was born.
The blue varies through fades and prices He's paid.
The most appealing part of the jeans are the many splotches of bleach.
From where He has tried to reach and teach,
As He walks to and fro,cleaning the coats,of those whom He knows.
And I will be the one of the first to confide,
That those stains on his jeans will stay there with pride,
No matter how much He uses Clorox 2 or Tide,
Because the blotches we see is from where He's lived, thrived, and died,
And eventually risen days after making his crucial decision.
Yes, it is true, I can see through the blue,
My Savior wears jeans.


Can You see God?
©By Louvenia Campbell
In the silence of stars on a cold winters night across endless skys.
Can you see God?
In the glitter of a new babies eyesOr a smile across a small face.
Can you see God?
In clouds as angel wings move the wind softly across the sky.
Can you see God?
In rain that turns to snowflakes,that brush against your face.
They become a tender touch of a masters hand.
Can you see God?
On a warm summers day as the breeze brushes your hair,
Like the hands of a sweet mother love.
Can you see God?
In the sweet morning light as she bows to the moon,
Her warmth covers a rose to dry up the dew.
Can you see God?