I Believe

The stars that fill the sky at night,
They do not ask, who gave them light?
The birds know too, Whose song they sing,
Their ancient verse, blessed by The King.
They sing, and never ask, nor plead,
For no one’s permission do they need.

Oh to be as free as that bird,
To sing a song that none has heard,
To sing that special song of Love,
As a child, to God above;
To let Him know I Love Him so,
How sorry I am, that I did go:
Away from His Love, away from His Light,
So very far into the night.

But when I got to where I’d roam,
I tried so hard to get back home;
Back to His Light, back to His Love,
Back to our Home, so far above.
But then the path, I couldn’t see,
I felt that all was lost to me.
Until one day, in deep despair,
I bitter wept, entrenched in prayer:

Then, like a breath, without a form,
A spring time scent, without a storm:
I sat in time, but I was not;
Far gone from present care or thought.
My body numb, I could not feel,
As I look back, I felt unreal;
And then a calm from head to toe,
Like peaceful Summer waters flow.
Like drifting in and out of dreams;
The happy sound of birds and streams.
This Peace had wiped away each tear,
A quiet only the soul can hear;
And let me know, and let me see,
The path was still in front of me.
While ear could not hear word was said,
I knew my home was up ahead.

And then, much like a gentle breeze,
The kind that puts the mind at ease;
With warmth that gives the heart a tug,
Enveloped me much like a hug,
Then eased me back into my place;
A hug and tear, in time and space.
My senses back, feelings returned,
I won’t forget the lessons learned;
For He who made each world and star,
Is always near, and never far.
And Christ who stands at unseen door,
Has walked upon this ground before;

And so my song is here my friend,
About God’s Love that has no end;
The song I sing, of greatest Love,
To my Father in Heaven above;

And so my song He did receive,
Because that I believe.

©2018 Ann Moore, All Rights Reserved


The Gate

The Gate
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And so it was, I beheld,
the miles that stretched before me,
To undertake, and to go,
or to wait and never see,

What was out there, was unknown;
the journey was very long,
Yet our Father knows all things;
we are weak, but He is strong.

Then appeared another road,
of dirt and rocks and clay,
It was so seldom traveled;
the tracks had been blown away,

I almost could not see the road,
yet I could feel it’s presence there,
An old worn gate hung on two posts;
this path the wind blew bare.

An inscription was written on one post,
then continued to the other:
-Friend you’re always welcome here,
there’s always room for another.-

But then the road behind me called:
it had its own allure,
I had a lot of friends thereon,
which made my choice less sure,

When a familiar voice, from my past,
said, “Please do not delay.”
Beckoning from the gate,
“The choice is yours today:

“For if you go back on the road,
you may blend with the crowd,
You may not hear my voice again,
for the road noise is so loud.”

The voice was one so dear to me,
I could not hide my tears,
He walked a humble path in life,
I missed his smile for years,

There I stood, with choices two,
but did not love the world,
Yet the way with old worn gate,
was hid, ‘neath wind that swirled,

Then said the voice that was so dear,
“This gift is yours to receive,
The only ones who see this gate,
are those who do believe.”

Humbly, I walked up to the gate,
and the rust was changed in hue;
Still simple looking, yet very clean,
when I got a better view,

Which brought my eyes to rest upon,
some words that I saw there,
Etched into the metal,
that I thought was old and bare,

“Because strait is the gate and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” Matthew 7:14

And so I put my hand upon,
the olden gate so pure,
The noise behind me faded;
the crowd lost its allure,

I left behind my need of ‘stuff,’
that keeps us all weighed down;
Burdened beneath its heavy weight,
it pins us to the ground,

There was a latch, that was not locked,
upon which gold did shine,
The simple truth was written there,
I knew each precious line:

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

I read the words and felt each one,
like a hidden treasure found,
The truth has always been in view,
not buried underground;

Then the voice of one so dear,
confirmed my thoughts aloud,
“My child, only the humble can receive,
but not the very proud,

“For man has placed conditions,
upon what God sent from above,
But there are no conditions,
upon a Father’s Love,

“It is free for everyone,
no membership, no cost,
For all these things were paid for,
upon that rugged cross.”

And then I passed through the gate,
for the strength was not my own,
And while I could see no other,
I knew I was not alone,

For life has knocked me down,
as I travel across the land,
And I’m always helped back up,
by an unseen hand,

And once in a while I’ll see the face,
or hear the voice so dear,
Telling me, to hang on,
because the time is near,

And so I go along this way,
the road is very rough,
And when I feel so spent,
and I think I’ve had enough,

I hear the Apostle Paul’s words:
No sufferings of this time are so great,
To mention or even be compared,
with the glory that does await…

…You need only to believe,
to step through that humble gate.
©2018 Ann Moore

*All scripture referenced is from the King James Version Bible*

Romans 8:18
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

John 14:5,6
5Thomas saith into him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest; and how can we know the way?
6Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Repost of “Flowers”

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Reposting this poem from October 2014. You can find this poem and other inspirational poetry on simplymoores.com/publishing, in God First Volume I and Volume II, and they are free reading. While you are there please check out the other titles and check back for more releases in time for the holidays. 🎅 ⛄️ 🙂

When the world seems extra down,
And Life has donned a grayish frown,
I see color all around,
In the trees and on the ground,
Such beauty makes me smile;

For in a second, minute, or hour,
My mood can change from being sour,
Wrapped within the healing power,
Of the magic gift inside a flower,
Given to see my smile;

As Jesus Christ once did say,
King Solomon in grand array,
Could not come close in his day,
To match the beauty on display,
of God’s flowers, that make us smile.

Go With God!!!

© 2014 Ann Moore