MKR Prodigal Daughter Christian Perspectives from a Prodigal

Category: Poetry

  • Why I Started This Blog

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    A couple of years ago I had a dream. In my dream I was sent an invitation. The invitation reminded me of a very colorful wedding invitation. It had multicolored flowers on it with gold trim. The words on it said, “You are invited to be a maid’ and signed from God. It was an invitation to work for God. The invitation also said I would have Sundays for a day off.

    When I woke up, I was so amazed by my dream. The invitation looked expensive and very pretty. In all my life, I have never seen such a beautiful invitation. It makes sense though because God is my treasure. I long for His peace and presence in my life, and when I don’t feel it, God feels far away.

    I was depressed before the dream because I don’t work anymore and felt like I had no purpose because of it. I felt like I wasn’t having any positive effect on anyone because I rarely drive anymore or go places because of anxiety and chronic pain. I didn’t used to be quite this anxious until I got hurt during the pandemic. I couldn’t drive for six months because of pain I was feeling. During that time, I had a protestant Christian counselor that didn’t help me at all. In fact, I think he did more harm than good. But writing is therapeutic for me, and I feel better after I write down my feelings. It is a way I can heal my soul and mind from the damage that counselor did.

    I decided to write a blog as my way of serving God and share God’s love. All of my poetry is about God. Thanks for reading.

    MKR

  • When I Think of You (A Poem)

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    When I think of You
    I see a gentleness
    a peacefulness
    quiet kind of strength

    I see the King of kings
    a roaring lion
    Lord of all creation
    Blessing from above

    I see love in You
    whether Your eyes
    be Green or Blue
    it is love I see in you

    When I think of you
    I see myself as a child
    someone frail and small
    and You standing strong and tall.

  • The Baggage of Sin (a poem)

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    I don't deserve Him,
    with the sins I carry,
    When I feel hate and anger, 
    I hate the way I feel.
    It's a sin, and when I feel hate,
    to Jesus I must appeal,
    to be forgiven from the same old sins.
    Why can't I change?
    I ask myself over,
    and over again.
    Jesus said hate,
    is just like murder
    how will I ever make it, 
    to myself I wonder.
    So much hate, 
    such a senseless war.
    So many injustices
    in this cruel, cruel world.
    All the cruelty and insults,
    will they ever end?
    This isn't God's will,
    this isn't God's plan.



  • His Presence (a poem)

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    He radiates power,
    And when His presence enters a room,
    worry is something you just can't do.
    His presence brings peace,
    His presence brings love,
    His presence is tranquility.
    I want to feel His presence again,
    it's better than seeing a long, lost friend.
    When I feel His presence,
    I just want to praise.
    He is power,
    He is love,
    He is peace.
    That is my God,
    That is my Savior,
    That is my Prince of Peace.




  • The Gift (a poem)

    One day closer,
    to those streets of gold.
    Days fly by,
    and the weather has gotten cold,

    A light in the sky,
    all of heaven sang
    shepherds didn't need
    to wonder why

    A miracle of 
    a virgin birth
    the presence of God
    here on earth.

    God the Father,
    sent down His Son,
    so that we 
    could all be one

    A gift
    that Mary treasured,
    a gift
    that's without measure.

    Jesus will walk with you
    Jesus will walk with me
    and together we will walk
    right into eternity.

  • The Creator (a poem)

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    He is the maker…

    of the universe….

    awesome in power…

    Creator of the galaxies…

    yet looks after…

    the flower…

    He is a God…

    That is love…

    and he made…

    the heaven above….

    He made me….

    and He made you…

    never think…..

    you are unloved…..

    It is in his essence…

    He is the love…

    of the Father…

    incarnated in flesh…

    Adonai

    Yeshua

    Jesus.

  • The Love (a poem)

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    When I looked into your eyes, I saw a part of me

    and when I’ve felt you hold me you made me feel complete

    Why you love me I’ll never understand

    I am a sinful woman, but you made me strong so I could stand

    You shield me from the enemy and cause me no harm.

    You suffered, were beaten and whipped beyond description.

    You know what it’s like to be betrayed and despised

    You understand what we are going through

    that is why I treasure you, like a prize.

    MKR

  • Angels (a poem)

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    Angels watching over you

    and angels watching me

    God sent an angel to Daniel

    and sent an angel to Mary

    Jesus has an army

    of angels to guide and save us

    from the enemy

    They keep us safe

    and sometimes they appear to us

    It’s such of mystery

    of God’s great grace and mercy

    Once God sent me a dream

    of angel choirs singing

    I didn’t know the words

    I didn’t know the meaning

    They are a gift from the Father above

    He has sent them

    to save me from death

    time and time again.

    MKR

  • Prince of Peace & King (a poem)

    God is Prince of Peace & King

    How many princes and princesses

    No one here can tell

    His power is immeasurable

    He rules above it all

    You will be crowned by Him & given a robe

    Invited to a wedding feast

    Served by the King of all

    Choice wines and choice meats

    Can you imagine it at all?

    He wants you to be there

    You make your choice here

    Please believe

    in His death and resurrection

    He loves you

    and He is always near

    MKR

  • Beloved (A Poem)

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    He calls you beloved

    He calls you mine

    He calls you daughter

    He calls you wife

    When the creator of the universe

    looks at you

    He sees something precious

    Someone made brand new

    He loves your eyes

    He loves how you care

    He loves your uniqueness

    He calls you beautiful and fair

    Believe me when I say

    What you mean to him

    You are the apple of His eye

    You mean the world to Him.

    MKR