Poems To ABBA

In September of 2019 I was thrown head first into God’s Refiner Fire. Not only was it the first and only time I’ve experienced this, I also had no idea what it even was. It just so happened that I few weeks in I found where Peter talked about it in the New Testament and knew instantly that was where I was. It was then I started keeping a journal and would soon be led to write poetry. Please know I’m not a writer or poet. I have been led tho to share some here and I will only to be obedient. If nothing else I hope they might help who ever reads them to know that we all struggle for acceptance and long to know that God sees and hears our cries.

❤️ Someone’s shooting a gun outside

Our worlds gone mad

In you I hide

I don’t feel their angst, their rage or fear

I’m ok with you right here

You hold me close whispering my name

Saying “Don’t look, it’s still the same”

You say “Be happy” feel secure

You belong to me now in that be sure

You tell me look up at your deep blue

sky, past the Sun and Stars to the

heavens on high

Rejoice and dance, praise your name,

You’re with me in the storm

Shelter from the rain

You say stick around child, I’m going to

use you to convince this whole world

There‘s no need to feel blue

Remind them of my unconditional love

To just repent and pray to me up above

I’ll come running to them as I did you

To make their Grey skies the brightest

blue

To show them the mysteries of me above

The beginning where it started

This thing called love

When they put me first above all else

Instead of down low or up on a shelf

I’ll teach them how you’re all just here

For the test, to learn different lessons

That you hoped to be best

From Glory to Glory they will learn

What that means

How to see around what this evil world

schemes

To focus on me and nothing else

So I can come lead them to victory and

and all it foretells




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