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PHall | May 22, 2012
Tears fall, words fail, weeping a plea within. With silent words, my eyes pray to heaven. When the strong stand by silent and helpless. Tears feel empty to men with caring hearts. Needing to heal those hurting from sin’s darts. When the strong stand by silent and helpless. Tears are from God, our gift for […]
PHall | May 1, 2012
Cannot force saints to raise holy hands or kneel on knees; Ah, but to sit and pray, we pose holy as we please. The whole of this plea is not holy posture per se; But wholly to pose, “Are we too comfy when we pray?” While bending bodies can’t bow unholy soul and heart; Mercy […]
PHall | January 24, 2012
If somewhere away I went, would you be relieved? Consider One Another. Or in love, would empty voids begin as you grieved? Bear with One Another. Such must not be answered by how one is perceived; Encourage One Another. But by our life, upon what and Who is believed.
PHall | January 20, 2012
I pray a prayer that makes me ill; It hurts to pray for those loved most. Not praise, nor thanks, but needed still; For hurt from Heaven’s Holy Host. Strangely, grief leads to Christ’s glories; God’s lifted high when we are low. Breaking stubborn backs, bending knees; Accepting, nowhere else to go. This is the […]
PHall | January 13, 2012
Fall away; fall away; to forsake and forget Christ’s scar; I have fallen; fallen far; God keeps calling; “Home’s not far.” I look downward; He sees me; how I hurt him; how he bleeds; Tears do fall; selfishly I settle, neglecting real needs. Looking upward, I ask disgraced; “Is home near; with God’s grace?” Heaven’s […]
PHall | December 23, 2011
Tis Wise To Read A Poem A Day Tis wise to read a poem a day; Stagnant thinking it keeps at bay. Rhythms and rhymes felt in a poem; Guide minds to wonder, wander, roam. Tis wise to write in form of rhyme; Creative thoughts merge and align. Whether whimsy or life beyond; Poems settle […]
PHall | December 19, 2011
Rock exposed to the harshness of life; The storms of nature form rocks of strife. Rock bathed in the waters all around; Slowly, hurtful, hurting edges drowned. Rocks are each one’s life in metaphor; Rough hewn, broken, cracked, dangerous or; Smooth, beautiful, changed by being worn, By The Rock, in Spirit, water born.
PHall | July 9, 2011
Over the hill, up higher I climb, To holy ground and God’s heights sublime. Jokes say, “Better over than under,” But is that focus this life’s blunder? Voices sing “This world is not my home,” Yet clinging still this earth’s hill to roam? Man’s world is filled with hills that crumble, Why embrace here which tempts to stumble? Beyond […]
PHall | June 13, 2011
What do we learn from the Garden of Eden? That Adam and Eve opposed God in feedin’. God put the tree there to teach good and evil; But “self” sent Paradise into upheaval. Truth be told, they chose death over life and God; Curses for women in birth and man in sod. Satan’s deceptive ploys to discard God’s […]
PHall | June 4, 2011
Goals are not meant to be set, Targets are meant to be met. So let your going get get, And your excuses be “nyet.” No mo sit and being set, Your chances improve I bet, As objectives will be net, Because what got set got met.