The girl named No
One still night during her ninth pregnancy
(After birthing eight girls)
Mrs. Johns prayed wantingly for a son
To assist her in this world.
Desperate, she dared to offer prayers,
Asking favor of God (of this God who cares)
And He responded with a “no”
And so, after the initial blow
She named her ninth daughter No.
Over the years
The family prayer time,
And they became disinterested in blessings
And more focused on confessing,
On making things right
And on fighting the fight
(Less what they could get, more what they could do).
After some time Mrs. Johns knew
That what No had taken her through
Although undesirable at first
Could have been worse;
That No on one hand
Had helped her understand
That what initially hurt
In actual fact worked
For the good of her and her girls
And the entire world.
Mrs. Johns was grateful for her sons…
And she named them all None
And thanked God for each one
And for every other no.
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Old Friend 18 (Where dreams come from)
He has locked himself away
And let another out to play,
He hides behind religious truth
But doesn’t put his mind to use.
His heart has longings, hopes and dreams
But he is not allowed to cause a scene,
For fear of what the others think
Has caused his burning love to sink
And without an ember in the fire
He puts away his real desires
To not upset the apple cart
He resigns to life without a heart.
“Life’s cruel pull is with the crowd,
Its populace is really loud,
the Spirit whispers another way
So listen to what He has to say
He is calling out to you.”
If I could put my friend into a dream
And design it just for him,
I’d include a dainty princess
And a moat he’d have to swim.
He would have to fight with dragons
(Never easy fights to win),
To kill the dragons he’d need to give his life
And to put away his sin.
If I could place this man into a dream
I’d still leave a bit of fear,
For its fears that make adventures grand
When a hero volunteers,
And when he has risked himself to protect her
Fear shows the princess how sincere
Is the love that this man has given her
And that she is precious, prized and dear.
Yes this person needs a dream like that-
A dream worth fighting for…
But the dream needs more than a mission
To be a cause he can’t ignore
And the man needs more than a vision
Or a dream he can explore,
He needs a life that is worth giving up
For a Prize he can adore!
What this world needs most are men with passion,
I wish I could give them some of mine
But dreams like this are only possible
With a touch of the Divine.
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