IT’S NEVER ME!

Why is the shepherd running ahead?

Does He not care?

Where are my caring friends?

Again,

nobody wants me!

“My child.

I Am ahead of you preparing the way!”

They quietly discussed His purpose,

though the child wondered.

Hearing and seeing many behind the two,

she asked the Lord

“What are they doing?”

“My child, they are fasting while providing prayer support!”

She knelt at His feet.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

 

 

 

 

THE SECOND VERSE

Oh darkness,

you cannot hide

my seemingly elusive joy.

For,

in my heart exists the Lamp

to guide me to it

So I will sing on!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

 

 

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TWELVE LIKE ME?

Jesus did NOT seek 12 with pedigrees.

He invited the tired, sweaty, ordinary 12 who said YES 

and taught them how to change the world!

                                             By Martha L Shaw – © 2018

 

 

YES! I FOLLOWED!

Surrender

What is that glow

which lies beyond the gate?

Two steps away,

it beckons.

Dare I enter?

by Martha L Shaw – © 7-23-2014

And Jesus Said . . .

LOVE IS GREATER

They pointed and shook their heads.

“Not a grain of common sense,” they said.

Still she moved ahead.

“What is she thinking?”

She followed the path.

They called her names,

but it did not sway her.

Throwing things at her did nothing

to change her mind.

EXHAUSTION,

heat,

hunger,

threats. . .

loss of friends,

still she answered the same way.

“Follow me!” He’d invited.

Eagerly, she did.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

Watch Where You’re Going!

NEW IN TOWN

I heard about you and became curious.

You sounded unlike any other.

I heard rumor of invitations

“get to know you”

And watched the mailbox closely,

Never noticing you stood nearby gazing at me,

but no mail came.

On my morning stroll I saw

The letter carrier pass the park bench.

“Did my invitation come today?”

I wondered?

No, only more worries.

I returned home,

Never seeing your gaze into my eyes

As you tapped the park bench.

What’s wrong with me?

My soul cried out,

As I stood pulling weeds in my front yard.

You called “Martha!”

But I worked on.

I swept the debris by my door

As you called out again,

Louder,

But I swept and wept

And felt left out.

Suddenly,

A hand grabbed my wrist,

And with a start

I tugged it back and looked up.

“Martha!  Why do you weep?”

“ . . . but you never wanted me.”

“I’ve kept near you all these days”

You assured me,

“but you never met my eyes.”

This time I did.

I saw such love there.

You spoke again saying

“Come and follow me!”

I dropped my rake and followed you home.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

EVEN ME

 

Our Lord came,

Born to peasants,

He did chores,

Grew up, chose a few easily overlooked helpers,

And opened the gates of heaven

For generations of us sinners.

He has a special purpose

For each of us.

Ask, listen, believe!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

 

 

MY HOMECOMING

 

Oh, the search, so far and wide
For changing leaves or changing tide.
 
A mansion on a hill so high,
Or sleeping bag beneath the sky?
 
The road, so long with many lanes . . .     
At times by foot but oft by planes.
 
Will my journey ever end?
Or, will another cloud descend?
 
Then, looking in your eyes I knew,
And every doubt suddenly flew!
 
For home is not a place apart,
But somewhere deep within the heart.
 
By Martha L Shaw ©2014