Soul and Body

Falter

By: the iHope Poet

"Awake, and Rise!"

The angels cry;

and though I try to stand,

my mortal frame gives way to sleep,

I cannot lift my head.

The time has come

and so they beckon

those who long to bless.

My heart's so willing, yet I'm weak

in matters of the flesh.

My head will bow

without its strength,

that's when I plead for grace.

Vision falters, legs collapse,

But I'll still seek His face.

He knows.

All of Me

By: the iHope Poet

My Father knows what's best for me,

and sees the Very Best in Me.

He wants whatever's left in me,

to be the better I can be.

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Training to Be

By: the iHope Poet 

Think of life as a fitness program. 

It may take weeks or months before 

You see the results you’ve been working toward. 

But the days that will count the most are when 

Your muscles are sore, and your energy’s spent. 

The progress you make won’t be found in the mirror, 

But you’ll know you’ve done well when you feel the pain there.

So don’t get discouraged or be tempted to sway. 

Choose to praise God for your workout today! 

Think of Christ as your fitness trainer. 

Whenever the workout is hard to stick to -

He’s been through the stretches that you’re going through,

And stands there to lift and to guide you along.

Don’t ever forget how he’s perfectly strong! 

It gets better than that - cuz he paid the price too.

When reality hits, you’ve done all you can do, 

His grace is sufficient, His pushups will count,

Until sooner or later all this work will amount

To the “model” you’ve been training to be from the start. 

So trust in your Trainer - just open your heart.

How will you do it?

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Be Sure
By: the iHope Poet

To trust, a thing of hope in lifted burden,
of turning not towards the paths behind.
When trusting, cares may still arise in number,
but as we move in faith the doubts subside.

To trust, you choose to love before you fear them.
You choose to look inside them very first.
Then with those open eyes you're filled with vision
of how the best in them defeats their worst.

We trust God; by so doing, He can change us.
With trust will come a strength fit to endure,
to carry through, while lifting those around us.
And loving them will make our trusting sure.

The Limits of Mortality

Agency

By: the iHope Poet

Mortality's a raging sea
Because God gave us agency.
And though we cannot part the waves,
We may choose Christ to pave our way;
And help us walk amidst the storm,
As tall and calm as He performed.
For God, He gave us agency,
So let us brave the raging sea.

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Couldn't, Wouldn't

By: the iHope Poet

I don't know how to make you see,

I don't.

I taught you all that I believe,

and rushed to calm you anxious pleas.

Yet, after all I try to do, you don't.

God knows how to make you see,

but won't.

His love's the source of all belief,

His word commands both land and sea,

and yet, He'll wait for you, because

you won't.

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He Hears You

Merely Seeds 

By: the iHope Poet

Some would say that miracles

come in times of greatest need.

From what I've seen, God plants them

in our lives as merely seeds.

We carry them along with us

without a second thought;

through every walk of life we tread

their nourishment is wrought.

Somewhere along the journey,

as we learn and strive and fall,

there come moments when we realize

that we need a miracle.

Our prayers and pleas will follow,

not a single cry unheard:

Father knows us and He sees us

long before we feel the hurt.

And those tiny seeds he planted

now as sprouts and even trees

come to light as faith demands them -

they fulfill our deepest needs.

So when trials may beset you,

and you're pleading for His aid,

dont forget His loving timing,

how He listened when you prayed.

If you're asked to wait in patience

for His miracles to grow,

you can trust in Father's wisdom

and the blessings He has sown.

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Just a Moment in Time

When Mother Prays

By: the iHope Poet

The world stands still -- 

the rolling tides and lofty hills, 

the willows and the singing birds, 

the wind, with it's majestic words, 

all cease to move -- for just a breath. 

to hear the words Her lips will send.

Straight from the heart t'ward heav'n above --

while angels stand around in love.

They carry all that She requests

to Father, who must long to bless.

For Mother is His favorite child

and every one of Her desires

call down blessings from the sky, 

as sung in her sweet lullabies. 

From young to old -- through come and gone 

-- Her prayers continue, dawn to dawn. 

It never falters, Mother's faith; 

and every time She beckons grace,

in comes the light with record speed 

to quickly ease her children's needs. 

That haste is clearer when we see 

how every wave and hill and tree

is hushed and anxious to attend 

when Mother prays -- 

The heavens bend. 

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Do you believe?

Let Him
By: the iHope Poet

Do you believe in Jesus Christ?
Do you believe that He could heal the sick?
Then let Him heal your crippled efforts, too.

Do you believe in Christ the Lamb?
That He could give the blind man back His sight?
His hands can touch your eyes with vision, too.

Do you believe the Prince of Peace?
Do you recall the deaf He caused to hear?
He'll restore desires, if you choose.

Do you believe the Son of God?
His power rose the fallen from their graves.
Believe that He can bring you new life, too.

Believe in Christ, Emmanuel,
And trust His promises are sure and true.
By that same faith He is my Savior, too.

Yongsung Kim

Fruitless

Being Broken 

By: the iHope Poet 

I am a weak person 

and I break a lot of things

but by far my greatest weakness 

is knowing that I'm broken 

and wishing that I wasn't 

- that wishing just breaks me. 

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You Deserve the World

From years before... 

Not Big Enough

By: the iHope Poet

I wanted to give you the world.

And I tried.

But my world was too big for you --

You couldn't return the favor.

and I was put on hold.

You deserve all the happiness in the world.

But you won't take mine.

You deserve someone you can give everything to

Before they have the chance to give anything at all.

But you wait for me to give first every time.

You can't even say those three words anymore.

And because I see now

How you just can't have

That kind of love with me,

I'm finally

Letting you go.

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Too Much to Say

This is Not All of It

By: The iHope Poet

I want to write down all 

the thoughts in my head:

All the words that are said and 

the feelings I dread, and 

the ones that I love...

All the things that I've done 

and the girl I've become... 

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...All the people I live with, 

the things that we share, and 

the burdens we bare, and 

the way that we care;

all the dreams that we can't help 

but dream everywhere... 

Even though I can't thank them, 

nor ever repay them, I try 

to relive them, and breathe them, 

and share them. 

I just want to write them all down 

with this pen. 

But I can't seem to draw out

the thoughts in my head.