Poems of Hope From the Valley

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Poems, Songs, and Images For Meditation in the Valley Times

The world can be a bad neighborhood as they say. It is hard, this life. And our Lord never promised us smooth sailing. But He did promise to never leave us nor forsake us. He promised that in our sufferings we would be made more like Him, and that our sufferings and spiritual growth through that suffering, would open up the way for us to help others who are also suffering.

I love to write poetry when I am sad, and when I am joyful (I am not a prize winning poet for sure.) And sometimes when I am writing through a difficult time, when I am in a valley, an interesting thing will happen. Christ flows suddenly from my pen, and His power and presence and hope begin to shed light on how to get through those difficult times. I find sometimes when I am in the dark place, that I am meditating just on who He is. And that is all I need. I pray you might find a little nugget of grace and hope in these simple poems.

Crown of thorns (from His Majesty the King)
Crown of thorns (from His Majesty the King)

To our King of Kings

This first poem I have shared with some people and I found they don't quite get it. So let me make a few words of explanation. Jesus is often referred to as the Prince of peace, mighty God, Savior, Lord, Messiah, the Good Shepherd, the Light of the world, Lord of Lords, and King of Kings. This poem is about Jesus our King of Kings. Though He is humble, He is also majestic and powerful. Full of grace and mercy, and love and forgiveness. One line in this poem refers to His royal signet ring. In the book of Esther King Xerxes gives the wicked Haman his royal signet ring, which gave Haman the king's authority to carry out the edict to annihilate the Jews (Esther 3). King Xerxes also took the signet ring away from Haman when his evil plot was revealed and it was given to Mordecai, Esther's beloved Jewish Uncle (Esther 8).

We also see the signet ring given to Joseph by Pharaoh, giving him authority over all the kingdom of Egypt (Genesis 41). Simply put, a signet ring was a symbol of the kings authority. If he gave it to someone, it mean that he was giving his authority to another. When Jesus called and sent out the twelve disciples, and then the seventy later, He gave them authority to cast out demons and heal the sick (Luke 9:1)

Also mentioned in this poem I mention Christ as king extending his scepter. Again, in the book of Esther we read that it is a capital offense to go before the king without a summons (Esther 4:11). Esther knew this but risked her life to save the lives of the Jewish people. When she appeared before the king and asked to have an audience with him he extended his golden scepter towards her, as a way of saying "come, ask what you will. I receive you" (Esther 5:2). So when you read the words signet ring, and extending the scepter, think of authority and grace. Enjoy!

His Majesty the King

In humble splendor garbed

Purple robe

Crown of thorns

Basks not

In His own glory

But in His Father’s

His life he gave

For the lowly

And the proud

The rich

And the poor

The infirm

And the stout

No royal signet ring

On smooth

White hands,

But bronzed hands,

Rugged and calloused

Bearing the scars

Of His sacrifice

for all mankind .

Who can compare

To our matchless King?

What King ever died

In the place of his sinful throng?

Jesus Christ

Holy King

Extends His scepter

To those who bow down

King of Grace

We love You,

And we worship You,

We adore You, O matchless King

No one is like You,

No one can compare

O, words are lost

To thus describe

Your Majesty

Love eternal,

Humble,

Merciful,

Meek

O, His Majesty the King


Breaks the bread for the multitudes (from the Poem Hands of the Carpenter)
Breaks the bread for the multitudes (from the Poem Hands of the Carpenter) | Source

Jesus the Carpenter

His Beloved Hands

The hands of the Lord did many things to change our lives. It all began in His father's carpenter shop.

The Hands of the Carpenter

The hands of the Carpenter,

calloused and worn;

builds with wood,

shaping, fitting together,

sanding, smoothing.

A preparation for the healing

of bodies, hearts, minds, and souls.


The hands of the Carpenter

blesses children’s sweet heads;

lays hands of healing on the lame and the blind;

breaks the bread for the multitudes;

and writes our sins in the sand.


The hands of the Carpenter

wash the feet of His talmidim,

lifts the wine to His lips

to remind us of His blood;

Overturns tables in the temple,

outraged with righteous, holy, anger.


The hands of the Carpenter

nailed to a cross,

bearing our sin,

by suffering in our place,

bleeding for the remission of sins,

Savior of our lives.


The hands of the Carpenter,

scarred as evidence

to his disciples

and the 500.

Lifted up to heaven as he ascends.

Oh blessed hands of our Savior.

His Still Small Voice

"The LORD said, 'Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.”'Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper." 1Kings 19:11-12

The Whisperer

A still small voice

whispers to my soul.

words of love,

grace,

hope.


The whisper of my Father

bids me be still,

and know

In the silence

that He is God.


The whisper directs me

To the path that I must take.

Free choice,

to obey,

or decline.


His gentle breath

speaks truth to my depths,

no lies,

no deceit,

no malice.


For he who has ears to hear,

listen to My whisper.

Believe,

I am the One,

who sets you free.

Crimson river, pouring out from the King of Glory (From the Poem Crimson River)
Crimson river, pouring out from the King of Glory (From the Poem Crimson River) | Source

The Blood Of Jesus

A simple reminder, with gratitude, of the blood of Christ which was shed for us.

Crimson River

Crimson river,

flowing for our redemption.

The wine of his sacrificial love.



Crimson river,

pouring out from the King of Glory,

covering all sin.



Crimson river,

of suffering and sorrow,

relief for those who believe.



Crimson river,

paying a debt he did not owe,

sweet grace.



Crimson river,

blessed blood of Christ,

our Savior and Lord.

Jesus Loves Greater Than a Mother

On the new life Christ gives us, and His love for us:

New Life

Milky breath,

silky head,

warmth,

In utter need.

Wail resounds,

piercing

mother’s heart.

Is there ever such

a love to match

the mother

of her newborn babe?

Only One.

Our Savior’s love

for us.

Wretched,

sinful,

flesh,

in utter need

for You, Father.

A matchless

perfect love,

pure,

holy,

undefiled.

Perfect trust

can there in no one

else be.

Ah, new Life.

Lovely One...

He is lovely isn't He?

Lovely One…

He is the lovely One,

Prober of the mind.

Healer of the heart.

Into the safe harbor

Of His care I fell,

Spilling out the

Contents of my

Brokenness into His lap.

Cradled in His nurture,

Surrounded by His love,

I found solace from

Agony, and madness untold.

There was truth to be told,

And told me He did.

Though I hardened my heart

His chisel broke through.

His embrace was vast

It held my feeble being.

His voice was a balm

Rubbed over my wounds,

Penetrating the marrow

Of my wounded past.

Longsuffering I’d call Him

With such a child as I,

Would that I were so.

The years they’ve rolled by

And we wrestled, we did

With monstrous sins

But forgiveness was there.

Though I cannot look

Into His lovely brown eyes,

I know His presence

His touch on my life

Has left an imprint on my heart.

How precious this healer,

Gentle yet strong.

Where would I be

Without my Lovely One?

Mercy Me sings two songs about heaven

Which poem spoke to you the most?

  • His Majesty the King
  • The Hands of the Carpenter
  • The Whisperer
  • Crimson River
  • New Life
  • Lovely One
  • In Heaven
  • In My Father's Arms
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Heaven

In Ecclesiastes 3:11 Solomon said "He has planted eternity in the human heart." Sometimes, when life seems unbearable, I think of eternity, my life in the everlasting arms of Jesus. Here are two poems on my reflections on heaven.

In Heaven


In heaven

loving arms await,

His voice is gentle

and His kindness exudes.

In heaven

there is only

warmth and light,

beauty and majesty,

His love is eternal,

a living flame.

Heaven is alive with praise

To our heavenly King,

Where angels and saints

Sing allelujah

And joy and peace reign.

In heaven

The tears are no more,

They will all been wiped away,

Smiles and laughter are

Real and sincere

And never, ever end.

In heaven no one disappoints,

Or hurts, or hates, or frowns,

The saints are safe

From strife and pain,

And Christ is all delight.

In heaven

I will be secure

In God’s most Holy arms,

Darkness will cease

To drag me down

And I’ll be lifted by His light.

In heaven

There are streets of gold,

Where I will walk

by the Savior’s side,

in strength, no fears,

and glory in God’s might.

Oh heaven

How I long to reside

In your mansions

That Jesus did prepare,

Because of His grace

So completely free.

Oh Savior

Come receive me,

To your glorious abode,

To your bosom where

I’ll ever rest,

And never be alone.



In My Father’s Arms

In my Father’s arms,

Safe and at peace.

His heart beats steady,

Never to cease,


There is warmth,

In my Father’s arms,

Comfort unspeakable,

Where no one harms.


In my Father’s arms,

I hear His voice,

like the waterfalls,

Pure, sweet, and powerful,

Yet my name he gently calls.


In my Father’s arms,

I gaze into His eyes,

Loving, tender, compassionate,

Never, never, will they lie.


In my Father’s arms,

I will ever be content,

No pain or disappointment,

All anxiety will be spent.


In my Father’s arms,

My tears will fall no more.

My sadness turned to gladness,

Because my burdens He bore.


I long for my Father’s arms,

I’ll wait not one more day.

O Jesus I am coming home,

Receive me now I pray.


So, you see, that even in the valley I can and do rejoice in my Savior. May it be also for you!


© Lori Colbo 2011

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RevLady 5 years ago from Lantana, Florida

What wonderful poetic sermons glorifying our Lord and telling of His wonderful grace. All glory to God.

Enjoyed every minute here today and feel like going on in the Lord!

Thank you for sharing.

Forever His


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Dave Mathews 5 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

Beautifully done, and inspirational I like poetry a lot, Thank you.


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frogyfish 4 years ago from Central United States of America

Encouraging and inspirational truth here. I wanted to vote twice...Thank you for a fantastic set of poems here!

Loved the first video especially too.


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lambservant 4 years ago from Pacific Northwest Author

thank you frgogyfish. Blessings

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