Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (121)

The Price

Walking by the foreshores land

I found a stone all smooth and round,

It felt so good within my hand

It spoke, yet never made a sound

Human do you understand

How I became to be?

A pleasant object in your hand

Then understand and see,

How waves have tossed me to and froe

Through endless night and day,

I did not hide beyond the tide

When it was time to pay.

For rock or human soul alike

The process is the same,

Wouldst thou be perfect, win the price

Then yours needs be the pain.

The Plan

Beyond the veils of stardust

Are our father’s realms of light?

. Where Gods and angels meet to plan

The destiny of mortal man.

For father’s labour by decree

Will lead man to eternity?

To make them holy, make them pure,

To mould them for celestial shore.

Thus, by his power the world’s creation.

A dwelling place for man’s probation.

A time for souls to grow, to learn,

The blessed gift of Christ’s salvation.

To search, to find, for souls to earn

By faith and works their exaltation.

The purpose of Birth

Tread boldly, treat boldly, as you walk here on earth.

 Tread boldly, and know He who gave mortal birth,

Has sent you to follow the words of his Son,

Tread boldly and do all that needs to be done.

For to conquer, to win you came to the earth.

To work out your salvation is the purpose of birth.

The Road

The road, the straight and narrow, Christ cautioned all men to pursue.

This road, the straight and narrow, He has built for me and for you

Build it for peace and for safety, when life seems dreary and long,

When Footsteps are weary and tired, the heart devoid off all song,

   Then know Friends, as each day dispels the dark night.

The road straight and narrow will lead to the light.

Christ has marked the pass, He has shown the way

That will lead us all Home to our Father someday.

The still small Voice

There’s vanity in most we see, in riches, pride and fame.

The Master said: Give of yourself and blessed shall be your name.

Put far from thee the foolish things the world so freely gives,

                 The Master said: Come follow me, Come, bid your soul to                                                     live.

For all who serve and ever strive, to live the Masters way,

Will know of peace, of joy and love, from day to lovely day.

The Master said: Take care my child, in all you say and do

The road is narrow, follow on. and I will see you through.

Behold my words are written for all to freely see

The words that mark the way to heaven,

And to Eternity.