I was reading a book a few years ago that spoke of the fact that few people take time each day to do something they really enjoy.  The book was about the Sabbath and restoring the rhythm and rest to the soul. It went on to say that in each day we need to take a few moments of “Sabbath” and do what we love to do.  It made me pause and think about what I enjoyed doing.  I loved to read and I did that daily, I loved to write and I did that daily.  After going through my list I realized I really did do what I enjoyed doing.  A few days later I was listening to Joyce Meyer on the computer and she said something that stopped me in my tracks.

Joyce mentioned that each of us have been given a gift and that we could take no credit for the gift that was given to us. However, someday we would stand before God and He would ask us what we did with the gift He gave us.  I then thought of the gift of writing poetry that had been given to me as a young child.  If someone needed something written I was always willing to write a poem for an event or person.  But, what was I doing with it to glorify God?  Here he had given me a gift and it was not something I was using.  I have always found it second nature to write poetry and it had been so long since I had thought to write any poems that I hadn’t even put it on my list as part of a daily Sabbath rest that I could give back to God.

That day I made a commitment to myself to give back to God what He had given to me so I could use it for His glory.  I promised myself that I would write a poem each day from that day forward.  I now have thousands of poems and still writing one (or more) each day.  It has opened up my intimate time with the Lord.  Often He communicates to my heart through the words He gives me.  It is my joy to be able to share a few of them here on these pages in hopes they will bless you and others.  Writing my poem each day is a little bit of my daily Sabbath.  My poetry even ministers to me.

As I log the poetry I will put them into categories so if you have favorites you will be able to find them again.  If you remember a poem by a theme word click on one of the words on the left column and all the things written with that word will open and you can browse and see if you can find it easier through the word search.

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HERE IS A POEM I WROTE SEVERAL YEARS AGO TALKING ABOUT THIS VERY IDEA OF GIVING OUR GIFT BACK TO GOD.

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God’s Gift to Us Is Our Gift to Him

Kathleen Martens

July 23, 2010

We go about our lives, in such a busy way,

Not stopping to enjoy the present throughout our entire day.

Our stress rises when there is no time for rest.

Our work falters, and no longer do we do our best.

What if just for fifteen minutes we stopped to be alone?

Enjoying thoughts and solitude, restringing our heart’s tone?

Doing something that gives us peace, as we set those minutes aside,

Doing what we love to do, as in our creativity we abide.

We all are given from our God, a unique and wonderful gift.

Not for us to boast about, but rather our spirit to lift.

We can take no credit for what to us God gives,

But rather must answer Him, with my gift how did I live?

Did we use it, to the potential that God desired?

Or instead, in pity did we get mired?

No one else has potential, to do just what you do.

No one can write the song that can only come through you.

No one can dance the dance with your own two feet,

Or write the lyrics of your song, upon your blank sheet.

No one can hold a pen and sketch the faces you see.

No one can unleash your talent setting your spirit free.

Someday we’ll leave this magnificent earth below

And stand before the Almighty King, the one that we know.

And then we must answer, what did we do?

And Oh I hope, we surely do not rue.

But rather I would hope we’ll leave our gift behind,

That which only we could give; something one of a kind.

Created in those moments, of solitude and love,

Created from the wonderful gift, God gave us from above.

So take the time and sing your song—

Write your poem for it’s never wrong.

Dance your dance with merry heart—

Even fifteen minutes is a grand start.

Paint your portrait, sketch that face—

Slow down your spirit, calm your race.

Build your tower, create a new design—

So many different ways, to be oh so fine.

And by using your gift you are fulfilling God’s plan

His unique idea, for each woman, each man.

And not only do you give lasting pleasure

But God receives joy in unending measure.

For He delights in the joy you receive

For when doing what you love,

IN YOURSELF YOU BELIEVE. [tags believe, gift, give, delights]

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