Poems composed and written by me, Sarah (pen name: Sarah Sackett, Sarah Dake, or Sarah Cnossen).
Love Me, Is All I Ask
September 17, 2016 & October 20, 2018
A poem to my man for all the patience he has for me and my worrying heart. <3
When fear & doubt assail me
And I am burdened by every task;
When the spirit inside me wavers,
Love me, is all I ask.
When I am caught in the world's lies,
And floundering with many a mask;
When I lie before you battered & defeated,
Love me, is all I ask.
When I remember to choose joy,
And my days are bright & blessed,
I shall thank you for all those times
---you loved me, as I asked.
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Selfless
December 30, 2014
Hello, God, it's me again,
Asking forgiveness for thoughts & sin.
But another prayer I send to You;
Heartfelt, broken, & far from new:
Grant me strength, day by day,
To be Your hands & feet always.
And in the muddle & the mess,
Mold me -- make me -- SELFLESS.
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Love Me, Is All I Ask
September 17, 2016 & October 20, 2018
A poem to my man for all the patience he has for me and my worrying heart. <3
When fear & doubt assail me
And I am burdened by every task;
When the spirit inside me wavers,
Love me, is all I ask.
When I am caught in the world's lies,
And floundering with many a mask;
When I lie before you battered & defeated,
Love me, is all I ask.
When I remember to choose joy,
And my days are bright & blessed,
I shall thank you for all those times
---you loved me, as I asked.
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Selfless
December 30, 2014
Hello, God, it's me again,
Asking forgiveness for thoughts & sin.
But another prayer I send to You;
Heartfelt, broken, & far from new:
Grant me strength, day by day,
To be Your hands & feet always.
And in the muddle & the mess,
Mold me -- make me -- SELFLESS.
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If Trees Could Speak
August 24, 2014
God of My Praise
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A Man Called Love
March 19, 2014
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And wakes again come sunrise.
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Come to Me
Trust Me.
August 24, 2014
If trees could speak
What would they say?
If they had a voice
What would they relay?
Where their roots grow strong
In God's Earth run deep,
Do tales there dwell?
Do stories sleep?
Perhaps of knights and maidens fair,
Or the breath of a dew-kissed dawn.
Perhaps of unheard legends,
Or ancient creatures long gone.
Maybe a tale they'd weave
Of some unsolved mystery?
Maybe a buried Truth
Of our fading History?
Would they softly whisper
Of treasures hid long ago?
Would they sing of storms--
Oh! to know what they know!
I wonder at these silent Things,
Which stand so strong and meek.
And think to myself:
What if trees could speak?
-----------------------------------------God of My Praise
And trials by fire I daily race;
Though friends betray and family falls,
And for faith I'm bound in prison walls;
Still I pray my song shall be
To God my King in whom I'm free.
Though beaten and bruised in shackles of sin,
My hope is, and will, remain in Him.
He who has defeated Death,
And in whom I draw my every breath.
I trust all to Him, my hands I raise,
For He, alone, is God of my praise.
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A Man Called Love
March 19, 2014
He speaks in a whisper, rarely a shout;
His arms are Comfort; He drives away Doubt.
His Word is a sword, sharp and sheer;
His hands, always open, are warm and dear.
He came for sinners, the vilest of all;
Those ready to listen and heed His call.
He came to live, an example to be;
Then surrendered everything to die on a tree.
He lived and died for vast mankind,
Bound in world-chains, hopeless and blind.
His Rescue of Mercy and Grace displayed,
Shattered Death's plan -- man's debt was paid!
He sits now on Heaven's righteous throne,
Awaiting the Day He shall bring us Home.
Who is He? This Lord of Above?
He is my God -- a Man called Love.
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Something About a Sunrise
There is something about a sunrise
That speaks of a new glory day;
Something about each tendril of light
And every vivid sun-ray.
There is something about the colors
That speak of an Artist's brush;
Something in each careful hue
To make Lady Dawn blush.
There is Someone in the heavens
Who takes care to paint the morn;
Someone who loves all–
Be they happy, sad, or worn.
There is Someone in the heavens,
Ever near, unseen by earthly eyes;
Whose Light shines through days' end
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Come to Me
"Unworthy!"
Cries my burdened soul.
"Worth it all,"
Says He who gave His whole.
"Sinner,"
I whisper through heavy tears;
"Redeemed,"
Says He, "Forget your fears."
"Prisoner!"
I cry on bended knee.
"My child,
I will set you free.
Come to Me."
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Heavy Heart
My heavy heart is burdened, Lord!
When precious life abruptly ends,
And we are left to journey forward
Thru pain and trial, frail faith defends.
Tho' Death has lost Your battle fought,
He seems to reign on Earth, yet still;
For every day, lives are o'erwrought
And grief abounds in Death's cold chill.
When cancer takes young mother away,
And children are left to grieve and mourn;
And children are left to grieve and mourn;
When humanity argues, rights to sway,
And women give in to slaughter unborn.
When feeble body succumbs to age,
When feeble body succumbs to age,
And dying woman with family surround
Sees Jesus free her from fleshly cage,
To welcome her home--wisdom now crowned.
When father must bury his baby girl;
When father must bury his baby girl;
In the midst of tears, he takes control,
Speaks forth Christ's truth, sacred pearl,
Then sings, "It is well, it is well with my soul!"
Oh, such faith, I could only wish for!
To sing despite doubt and despair;
To show the love and peace You store,
And help the hurting, their load to share.
My God, my God, I see Your face!
Heavy heart of mine, in Love do dwell.
Still, I sing Your amazing Grace,
And oh! my soul, it is well! It is well!
Heavy heart of mine, in Love do dwell.
Still, I sing Your amazing Grace,
And oh! my soul, it is well! It is well!
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I know naught of the future,
My path is unclear.
Yet, on it He stands;
My Rock, always near.
I whine and complain,
Displeased with my lot;
Then 'fore Him stand 'shamed,
For 'tis the world I'd sought.
It shouts all the while:
"You'll never be free!"
But deep in my heart
A whisper says, "Trust Me."
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In the Midst of Despair [A Prayer]
Though I praise You ever still,
In the dark of the night long,
My heart cries out this song:
Oh my God, hear my plea!
Rescue me from the driving sea!
When the world beats me down,
And in despair I seem to drown;
When my future is unclear,
And my worries always near;
Though Your voice whispers love--
My lack of faith, I'm ashamed of.
Though my heart is Yours to keep,
Why do I still cry myself to sleep?
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A
Girl Worth Waiting For
Lord
God, my King,
I
humbly pray
For
a heart as Yours
To
guide me each day.
For
Your tender compassion,
Mercy
and love,
To
be a blessing
And
Light from above.
I
ask also, dear Friend,
For
a sweet and gentle spirit;
You
alone, my Saviour,
Can,
undoubtedly, give it.
Create
in me a servant's heart,
Every
day, forevermore,
And
help me be
A
girl worth waiting for.
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As is rain to a parched and dry ground,
So is God's Grace to a heart chained and bound.
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I
Haven't Read Twilight
a parody of Louis L'Amour's poem “I Haven't Read
Gone With the Wind”
I
have read Alcott, Austin, and Doyle
What
profit is in these?
I
sit alone, most times at home
And
wonder at such fantasies.
I
crouch alone deep inside
To
ignore their sickening looks
But
no matter where I go
They
keep talking about those books.
I
cannot check my prideful blush
My
color comes and goes.
I
redden to my fingertips
And
sometimes to my nose.
But
they will gasp and exclaim to me
Their
expressions full of shock,
“How
can this be? How could this be?
You're
missing out on lots!”
For
my sake, please refrain from going on
About
sharpened teeth and sparkling skin.
I
care not about that stalker's love song
And
despise your idea of perfect men.
Do
stop that ceaseless prattle
I
care not for wolf-like beasts.
I
loathe a love triangle's battle
'Tis
pointless folly for heart's to feast.
No
other title caused such commotion
(That
is, until came The Hunger Games...)
But
come, come, what about the attraction
To
a certain, particular name?
They
ask me if I've read of or know him –
I
proudly answer “No.”
But
stumble through my next reply
While
they simply beam and glow.
I
wish I had their awful cheek
I'll
just let them have their fling
Then
stories I'd tell of my time with Vern
And
adventures with Tolkien!
I've
read Mrs. Elliot and like to browse
Thru
Burnett, Batson, and Hale,
Lahaye
and Jenkins, Dekker and Bright –
And Levine, who's name is Gale.
I've
traveled far and wide
From
Europe to Narnia, if you please.
Why,
I've even been to Ireland
On
rough and stormy seas!
I've
explored the West,
Fought
both man and beast,
Traversed
the highest mountains
And
down to the deepest of Deeps.
I'm
familiar with Davis, Doyle, and Milne –
I've
read Ham, Henderson, and Keene.
I
even know the Grimm Brothers!
Whose
tales are often more than they seem.
I
love the stories of Flanagan,
They
never leave me sullen.
I
know Peretti, Paul, and Graham
But
I shy away from Cullen!
I'm
almost a culture outcast now
For
no matter where I go,
They
stare around and at me
Because
in their minds they know.
I
fear if another breathes that dreamy sigh
I
just may take flight
To
an island far away from that old young guy,
Because
NO! I've never read Twilight!
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No
Longer a Flame
Prayer
of the Lukewarm Christian
In
days gone by, I was a light;
On
fire for God, His image and delight.
A
burning flame without a care,
Sent
to spread His love everywhere.
But
as days went on, trial to trial,
My
flame slowly faded, no longer a fire.
What
do people see?
When they look through the window at me?
Is
it a true Follower, who would give their all?
Or
the shell of a mask, like a beautiful doll?
Through
the motions I went every day;
On
the outside, the perfect Christian in every way.
Thoughts
would come, which I dismiss.
Then
a passage I heard, said this:
“Neither
hot nor cold, are you,
But
wretched, poor, and blind is true.
Buy
from Me the purest gold,
Dress
in the white garments I hold.
Open your eyes to the
poison-deceit;
Fall
on your knees, fall at My feet.
For
I stand and knock at your door;
Pay
attention! Listen! I shall settle the score.
If
you will hear and answer My call,
A
crown you shall wear, riches and all!
With
the right to My throne, a victor you'll be,
Just
as I Am also, having won the Great Victory.”
As
I pondered these words,
New
hope sprang forth as a bird
And
soared so high, I could feel the wind
Like
a breath of love from Heaven's skin.
I
see now, O King, the mask I've lived:
To
myself, for myself – alone – I've give'd.
Accept
my apology, I repent;
From
now on, O Lord, I'm all in!
Light
my candle, once again
Mold
me, use me more – amen!
Forgive
me, Lord, I take the blame;
Ignite
a fire, feed my flame!
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Tennessee
Bernie Toad
If
I could find the perfect pet,
Be
it shop, farm, or road,
Big
or small, large or tall,
I
would choose... a toad!
He'd
sit on my shoulder
And
eat crackers all day,
Or
purr in my lap
Before
going out to play.
The
house would be free of flies;
He'll
drink from the commode.
What's
his name, you may ask?
Why,
it's Tennessee Bernie Toad!
We'll
sing to the moon each night,
And
take long walks or play fetch.
I'll
teach him lots of tricks,
He'll
be famous, what a catch!
He'll
look dashing in a black bow tie
And
in the limo we rode.
As
people gawk and gasp, I'll shout:
“This
is my pet, Tennessee Bernie Toad!”
We'll
go together everywhere,
He'll
ride in my purse.
When
people glare and stare at me,
I'll
say, “Hey, I could've chosen worse!”
We'll
laugh and cry
About
good times we've sowed.
And
I'll hug and squeeze my friend and pet,
Tennessee
Bernie Toad!
Suddenly
I awoke,
My
daydream interrupted.
What
was that? A croak?
My
thoughts were all corrupted.
I
look down from rocking chair
And
see where two beady eyes showed.
I
grin at little creature by the steps
And
say, “Hello there, Tennessee Bernie Toad!”
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O
For the Love of Cheesecake
I
can hear it calling me
From
a fridge far, far away.
That
sweet, delectable goodness!
I
could shout, "Hooray, hooray!"
For
already I taste the yummy graham
Beneath
that cream cheesy fluff,
And
loudly my heart sings out
Anxiously
awaiting the stuff!
I
could dance, I could fly
After
first look at such a treat;
Creamy
filling so light and fluffy,
Topped
with strawberries sweet.
Should
you ever find a certain lonely pie,
Do
save a piece for my sake!
I'd
be yours forever...
O,
for the love of cheesecake!
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Go the Second Mile
(Matthew 5:38-42) Jan. 8, 2014
What should I do
When to ground I am beat?
What can I do
In this world so bittersweet?
How can I shine
For God all the while?
In every trial and trouble,
Go the second mile.
