Poetsegesis

A poem to help you ponder John 7 and Matthew 11:28-12:14“Jesus, Who Are You?”written by Dwayne Sheridan———Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Some said, A good man is heOthers amazed that he hadn’t studiedJesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Will Christ do more signs than this man today?Or is he leading the people astray? Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Are you greater than father Abraham?Did you just claim that you are I Am?Jesus, who are you?Now the time had come, for the Feast of the JewsA time to remember, by sitting in boothsAnd the leaders of faith, had fallen to prideViewed Jesus a threat, and called for his lifeBut the crowds weren’t sure, in whom to believeSurprised by the fact, he was able to speakAs they knew of the threat, yet he spoke openlyWe know where he’s from, but who could he be?Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Some said, A good man is heOthers amazed that he hadn’t studiedJesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Will Christ do more signs than this man today?Or is he leading the people astray? Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Are you greater than father Abraham?Did you just claim that you are I Am?Jesus, who are you?The crowd there was troubled, as they knew that heHad healed on the Sabbath, was he law breaking?So Jesus answered, my teaching’s not mineIt comes from the Father, and it’s not my timeAnd on the matter, of a Sabbath’s breakCov'nant signs and healings, both are good that dayTo know the Father, and know His true planI'm Lord of the Sabbath, and Sabbath's for man.He called himself God, but carried through townThe means of his downfall, and wore a thorned crownThe ring of each nail, rang out from that hillJust one of three guilty whose blood would be spilled Did his power run out? His miracles seemed true.“Father forgive them, they know not they do.”Then darkness…A lawful veil torn…Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Some said, A good man is heOthers amazed that he hadn’t studiedJesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Will Christ do more signs than this man today?Or is he leading the people astray? Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you?Are you greater than father Abraham?Did you just claim that you are I Am?Jesus, who are you?———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder Deuteronomy 8:11-20“Take Care”written by Dwayne Sheridan ———Living in the suburbsIn the safety of the cul-de-sacWhere children play'til the setting sun ends the dayAnd cars go out, to and froWith many places now to goFrom practices and entertainsAnd grocery stores' options galoreThere is a danger in the standsThat doesn't offer candyor drive a paneled vanTake careLest you forgetthe Lord your GodTake careLest you forgetwho brought you here to where you areIf you find you have some wealthOr a semblance of easeWork to remember thatThe Lord provided theseTake careThink about, what He has brought you throughThe things you wanted,that He kept from youThe things you worked for,that He has brought to passBut why you,when others haven’t had the chanceYour power,your might,does nothingBut by the grace of Godit comes to somethingAnd sometimes,it all comes to nothingThere is grace in those thingsthat come to nothingTake careWho led?Who fed?Who freed?Whose bread?Whose might?Whose rite?Whose blood?Was shed?Take careLest you forgetthe Lord your GodTake careLest you forgetwho brought you here to where you areIf you find you have some wealthOr a semblance of easeWork to remember thatThe Lord provided theseTake care———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder Psalm 6“Troubled Bones”written by Dwayne Sheridan———The guilty climber, he can seeThough nothing more than a thiefAnd a robberThe keeper opens up the gate To the blind, seals their fateSons and daughtersThose who are but hired handsThey will never take a standWhen there’s dangerBut the Good will give his lifeFor the fold, in the strifeHe’s no stranger Don’t follow after strangersDon’t heed their siren callFlee the shouting of the lovelessThrough the safety of the DoorDon’t follow after strangersThey want to take your allHeed the one with the gatekeeperThrough the safety of the DoorI’m the Good shepherd, hear me sheep I know my own and they know meLike the FatherAnd for this reason, He loves meMy life laid down, no thieveryIt’s my honorThere are those not of this foldI must bring them in alsoWolves howling in the nightThe day labors scatter quickly at the soundBut the Good one stands to fightGathers in his own by laying his life downDon’t follow after strangersDon’t heed their siren callFlee the shouting of the lovelessThrough the safety of the DoorDon’t follow after strangersThey want to take your allHeed the one with the gatekeeperThrough the safety of the Door———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon athttps://a.co/d/iI1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder John 15:1-26“If the World Hates You”written by Dwayne Sheridan——— A servant is not greater than his masterEnemies sought to persecute the laterIt’s trueThey’ll seek the former, tooHe was hated by them, for his stance onLoving the lowly more than those,  in com--mandThe Pharasaical band If the world hates you,know it hated Him beforeIt hated youBecause you’re not it’s ownBut that’s not an excuseIt may just hate you cuz you’re mean.If the world hates youFor your compassion gleaned ofHoly fruitAnd not unpleasantness thatyou pursueTo justify your cruel routineIt may just hate you cuz you’re mean.Jesus said they’d know his children by His love thoseActing with compassion, joy, and righteousnessMade newWith the Spirit, tooNot just face to face or In holy placesWhen backs are turned or virtual spacesUngluedUnholy attitudeUngluedWhat’s wrong with you! If the world hates you,know it hated Him beforeIt hated youBecause you’re not it’s ownBut that’s not an excuseIt may just hate you cuz you’re mean.If the world hates youFor your compassion gleaned ofHoly fruitAnd not unpleasantness thatyou pursueTo justify your cruel routineIt may just hate you cuz you’re mean. He is the Vine, we are the branchesLove is not based on circumstancesTo crush those in avalanchesThe ends don’t affirm cruel reactionsHe is the Vine, we are the branchesNot clubs intent to break the massesOr lift ourselves to greater advancesUnless you want tables flipped on your headIf the world hates you,know it hated Him beforeIt hated youBecause you’re not it’s ownBut that’s not an excuseIt may just hate you cuz you’re mean.If the world hates youFor your compassion gleaned ofHoly fruitAnd not unpleasantness thatyou pursueTo justify your cruel routineIt may just hate you cuz you’re mean.———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder Psalm 6“Troubled Bones”written by Dwayne Sheridan———I’ve got trouble in my bonesLord, please help me!I’ve got trouble in my bonesLord, please help me!Be gracious to me, Oh Lord,For I’m languishing How long will this go on?Lord, please help me!Every night I wail and moanLord, I’m wearyEvery night I wail and moanLord, I’m wearyAt night I flood my bed, oh Lord,With heavy tears of dreadI can’t praise you if I’m gone.Lord, I’m wearyThe Lord has heard my pleaHe will help meThe Lord has heard my pleaHe will help meMy enemies now quake, oh Lord,They turn back in shame For the sake of your great loveYou have helped me———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon athttps://a.co/d/iI1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder John 16:16-33“In a Little While”written by Dwayne Sheridan ———The priests and prophets of ol’ EphraimOnce crowned with beauty, but their flower did fadeThey stagger and stumble, no judgement they giveTheir tables spewed over no longer have spaceLike the first summer fig going downThe Lord now wears their crown Woe to those who hear as a childNot for the lacking, but garbled by prideThey babble on, and drink in the sameAnd scoff at the judgment decreed by the KingRemember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim Now listen, dear children, of ol’ AbrahamWhose leaders take refuge in death and deceitThe plumb line of justice upon you will lowerYou’ll be swept away by the hail you have reapedDon’t strengthen your bonds with SheolRemember, the sure Cornerstone Their flower did fadeTheir flower did fadeNo rest for the weary, no comfort they gaveTheir flower did fadeTheir flower did fadeNo rest for the weary, no comfort they gaveWoe to those who hear as a childNot for the lacking, but garbled by prideThey babble on, and drink in the sameAnd scoff at the judgment decreed by the KingRemember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder the Book of Jonah “The Depths of Unholy Pity”written by Dwayne Sheridan———There once was a prophet filled with distainWho brought a message of judgment and painTo a land of people most distantBut to that place he inclined not to goFor the message might lead to salvation for thoseIn a city known for violence and gallAnd that option the prophet detestedIn adverse direction, the way that he ranIn great disregard for the one in commandA possible showing of love and affectionForgiveness received from a higher dimensionSo he spent three days in the depths Then retched and arrived on the shores of that landNow obligated to share the word plannedThough vast was the city, he spoke of its fate"In forty days hence, an overthrown stateBy holy decree, for you in these gates."And he hoped that the city would burn. But the people repented, the king made decree"Put on your sack cloth, have nothing to eat.Even the cattle will not drink this day.Turn now from violence and our evil ways.And who knows? God’s will may be turnedHis anger subdued by the lesson we learnedIf so, then may we not perish.” And God saw what they did. So He stayed His arm from the life-ending blowGave mercy, compassion to people of woeBut the prophet, displeased, was fuming with rage“I knew you’d show mercy!” at the Sender complained.“If they are forgiven, than I’d rather die!”Awaited their fate up on the hillsideCared for a plant more than thousands aliveAnd is known for his unholy pitySo he spent three days in the darkSo he spent three days down in the dark———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon athttps://a.co/d/iI1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder Isaiah 28“The Proud Crown of the Drunkards of Ephraim”written by Dwayne Sheridan ———The priests and prophets of ol’ EphraimOnce crowned with beauty, but their flower did fadeThey stagger and stumble, no judgement they giveTheir tables spewed over no longer have spaceLike the first summer fig going downThe Lord now wears their crown Woe to those who hear as a childNot for the lacking, but garbled by prideThey babble on, and drink in the sameAnd scoff at the judgment decreed by the KingRemember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim Now listen, dear children, of ol’ AbrahamWhose leaders take refuge in death and deceitThe plumb line of justice upon you will lowerYou’ll be swept away by the hail you have reapedDon’t strengthen your bonds with SheolRemember, the sure Cornerstone Their flower did fadeTheir flower did fadeNo rest for the weary, no comfort they gaveTheir flower did fadeTheir flower did fadeNo rest for the weary, no comfort they gaveWoe to those who hear as a childNot for the lacking, but garbled by prideThey babble on, and drink in the sameAnd scoff at the judgment decreed by the KingRemember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder John 9:1-41“The Sight Light Brings”written by Dwayne Sheridan———“I was, thrown out of the synagogue todayBecause I, was born blind but now I seeIn my Healer, I now believeDespite the questions, of Sightless PhariseesWas it for wrongs my folks had done?Or for the sins of this here son?That it would take this long for meTo use my eyes, why was this to be? Sometimes the ones who know the mostSee right through truth, like a ghostOthers, blind, receive their sightTo behold the works of ChristThis is an amazing thing!behold!The sight Light brings. A second time they called me inTo testify of what happenedThey asked my parents “Was it true?”“He’s of age, why don’t you have, him tell you.”Well, Pharisees, I am amazedThat you don’t know from whence he cameYou’ve seen his works, it must be trueDo you wish to be, his disciples too? Sometimes the ones who know the mostSee right through truth, like a ghostOthers, blind, receive their sightTo behold the works of ChristThis is an amazing thing!behold!The sight Light brings.He put mud upon my eyesOf spit and dirt made on the groundI washed it off,my sight was foundPeople marveled, is it he?Though born blind, I could now seeA beggar changed,why was it me? His followers, they wondered, too.What brought this man this misfortune?Family sin or his own vice?What caused this man, to pay such a great price?So the, works of God might be displayedThe reason that the Healer gaveFormer blind worships in faithThe Phari-see, their guilt remainsWhy, this IS an amazing thing!Sometimes the ones who know the mostSee right through truth, like a ghostOthers, blind, receive their sightTo behold the works of ChristThis is an amazing thing!behold!The sight Light brings.”———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

A poem to help you ponder Luke 12:22-31“A Raven Considered”written by Dwayne Sheridan———Does the raven every wonderas it soars beneath the clouds“Will tomorrow bring the future up to me?”Does it contemplate a fierce machineto add substantial hoursand interject a new reality? Breathe.Stay calm.Hold fast to your valued lifeNo need of migrant song.Rest well.You belong.Don’t claw at moments up aheadNevermore to feel alone Does the raven scan the ground belowAnd wish to find a landWherein a vessel built there might containThe means to keep himself aliveThrough times unseen beforeA storehouse filled with all the work he’s gained Breathe.Stay calm.Hold fast to your valued lifeNo need of migrant song.Rest well.You belong.Don’t claw at moments up aheadNevermore to feel alone Flocks around the world seek earthly thingsSoaring, searching what tomorrow bringsLand and see the Father knows your needsLove and live and seek the aviary of the King Breathe.Stay calm.Hold fast to your valued lifeNo need of migrant song.Rest well.You belong.Don’t claw at moments up aheadNevermore to feel alone.———If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon athttps://a.co/d/iI1LE0i