Category Archives: Reflections
Prayer From a Friend
Early Thursday morning I was in my prayer room writing in my journal. I had just finished writing a poem when the phone rang. It was a new friend calling to give me encouragement for my recent news. He said he had a prayer for me and would like to pray for me. I never turn prayer down. He began to say a simple beautiful prayer to our Lord. My heart welled up with joy and laughter. I actually laughed out loud as he prayed for it just bubbled up from within. When he was finished I asked if I could read what I had just received from the Lord (for I believe all my poems are a gift received from God). Of course, how could he say no? I told my friend that the prayer he just prayed was the same as the poem I had just written. I read it to him. Afterwards he exuberantly expressed “Oh how wonderful to know that the Lord is just confirming how He has you wrapped in His arms”. And I agreed. Following is the poem:
Everlasting Treasure
Kathleen Martens
February 26, 2015
You, O Lord, are my song
That sings within my being.
Oh so sweet is Your voice
As a beauty that I’m seeing.
For your song is dance
And in Your presence alive.
Harmony flows from Your glory
And my spirit feels Your vibes.
A melody that fills my heart
And lasts all day long,
It fills me with beautiful words
Saying, to You I belong!
And I respond to Your rhythm
And gentleness of Your touch.
Though I deserve not Your grace,
To me You give so much.
Thank You Lord for filling me
With joy and peace without measure.
To carry Your song in my heart,
Is my everlasting treasure!
My Private Heaven
My Private Heaven
January 2, 2013
Kathleen Martens
The thoughts on which I dwell,
My private heaven or my private hell.
What I think – so become I,
Succumb to the pit – or soar and fly.
It all depends who lives within;
The God of salvation or demons of sin.
We have choice – to become who we desire to be.
As for me –I choose to be free,
All Because I Thought to Think
All Because I Thought to Think
By Kathleen Martens
September 13, 2014
Thinking — Thinking
That’s what I must do.
But it takes a lot of time
And my moments are so few.
And then I must think
About on what should I dwell?
And do I keep thoughts private
Or to others tell?