My poem - As the Holy Spirit Flows

As the Holy Spirit flows to awaken our hearts,
We’re resuscitated by the truth He imparts.
His covenant presence so often brings,
A sensation of joy as the Holy Writ rings.
His Word's complete, forever delivered,
It provides what we need to never quiver.

God’s radiance reflects in Christ’s eyes,
To be in His thoughts is no small prize.
His glory is heavy and comes from within,
His Spirit compels us to refrain from sin.
Since with His life He bought us forever,
It's our duty and delight to worship Him together.

By Robert Wells
© November 13, 2005
Inspired by Cal Caylor’s poem “Reflections of My Heart”

My poem - In the Morning

In the morning I wake up to pray,
Asking God “Be the center of my day.”
This one thing I ask Him to do,
“Help me, Lord, to rely on You.”
I want to know the power of His resurrection,
Then I won’t be so prone to insurrection.

God is the One Who reigns above,
He is the One we are to love.
We love Him because He first loved us,
Our soul returns to Him, our body turns to dust.
He is the Sovereign we’re accountable to,
I pray that you will have this same view.

By Robert Wells
© November 16, 2005 Robert Wells

My poem - God, Be There

PRAYER
“God, be there where You are,
Help us, Lord, not to be far.
We approach You with sorrow and tear,
You draw us ever so near.

Your Holy Spirit is everywhere,
Who in this world can compare.
He convicts us of all wrong,
So we in turn can be strong.

You have standards we must meet,
Or forever be doomed to defeat.
We acknowledge that we all fail,
And deserve the punishment of hell.

All the things You rightly call sin,
We confess come from within.
From all these You help us turn,
So judgment won’t come and burn.

Thank You Father for providing the way,
So we can stand and not have to pay.

CONFESSION
Jesus Christ is our only real hope,
It’s through Him we truly cope.

On the cross He conquered sin,
Now, through Him we enter in.
Christ’s presence is the place to be,
Where with Him we are set free.

His Name transcends above all,
In Him we overcome the fall.
His sacrifice was great indeed,
It’s why we confess this creed.

He is our majestic Savior and Lord,
Who graciously opened for us the door.
Because of His unfailing love for us,
We praise His mercy with vocal gust.

By Robert Wells
© November 18, 2005

My poem - She Means the World to Me

She means the world to me,
I cannot simply “let it be.”
We were joined for so many years,
In anguish I ponder with tears.

It’s huge having someone to abide,
A strong tower there at your side.
She was my companion, who compares,
I took her for granted, unawares.

Together we had some fun in life,
Although mixed with strife.
Should reconciliation be in the picture?
Would that serve to make us “richer”?

That begins with God in the heart,
Only He can bring a fresh start.
Jesus is the One Who can heal,
It’s to Him we must appeal.

I know I didn’t do all things well,
I experienced heaven and raised hell.
If only we had focused more on “forever,”
We may have remained in this life together.

Because I didn’t show my love for her,
She didn’t know what to infer.
I should have loved her like Christ,
If anything that would suffice.

She endured as long as she could,
I cannot blame her, even though I would.
She put up with all she could stand,
No longer willing to hear my command.

It’s all in the Sovereign plan of God,
He leads on the path we are to trod.
And so, learning to be content in life,
I continue with Him without the strife.

By Robert Wells
© November 21, 2005