Tangem

Sitting back staying away I've won this award, your word keeps me separate like a two edged sword. I have to be...yes stay apart, I know the end to their conversation so I leave at the start. They all notice I feel like a stray, I don't want to be around so I walk away. Reaching out I give a choice, they hear themselves and my voice. I pray the Lord will soften hearts, but on their list he's not on the chart. But their ears must be plugged, only jokes and shoulders shrugs. A Vail covers both the eyes, as they reject mine start to cry. Am I weak no not at all, dust off my feet stay walking tall. Father forgive them for they know not what they do, the words I hear as I speak of you. Tomorrow brings forth a new day, please give me courage and the words to say. Use my tongue use my lips, use my hands and finger tips. Show them verses and words you spoke, cease the laughter and the jokes. Keep them still with a clear mind, help me to relate and words to find. Speaking truth and showing love, seeing grace sent from above. May your seed start to grow, and may good fruit start to show. May the message be loud and clear, turning from our doubts and fears. How can we feel any shame, when speak of your name? Oh heavenly Father may your church make a stand, spreading your word throughout the land. Not sitting back watching the time, keeping salvation locked inside of our mind. Let's be a good witness let's earn us a crown, to put at his feet when our knees hit to the ground. Let's do our best let's really earn it, until we hear him say "my faithful servant".

Let us pray
Dear heavenly Father,
Thank you for the opportunities you give us to witness. Thank you father for your word, your truth, and for blessing us with salvation through your son Jesus Christ. Father, sometimes our flesh can get in the way of witnessing bringing doubt and even fear, father please keep us with your courage and strength, not being ashamed of what others may say or think. Father it is a blessing to serve you, to have a relationship with you, allowing you to guide us and use us. Father I pray your church will make a stand for you, not letting this wicked world try to silence the truth of you Jesus, and the holy spirit. Father I pray for softer hearts. Father you give us free will, to allow us to make a choice, and I pray the lost would hear you, turning away from their sins coming to repentance. Thank you father and I pray to whom ever reads this will feel encouraged and maybe even want to try to witness. I thank you father in Jesus's name amen

Thank you for reading, God bless

Sorry but I did notice a few things that need changing. I ran out of time though, and the changes didn't stay. Sorry in advance

So lovely to see you again, Jake! You have been missed. I hope you are well...

PS~ your heartfelt poem is lovely, and I say "Amen" to your prayer...

Thank you magenta, good to see you as well. Yes I'm doing good , hope you're doing good as well. I'm thankful you enjoyed the poem 😊

Lord, help me stand, unwavering and strong,

To fight for what’s right, to right every wrong.

May my steps follow the path You’ve laid,

A journey of faith, unafraid and unswayed.



Let my voice echo with truth and grace,

In every moment, in every place.

Though storms may rise and shadows fall,

Your Word remains my guide, my all.



For every heart that’s lost and astray,

Use me, O Lord, to show them Your way.

Not with judgment, but love so pure,

A light that draws, a hope that’s sure.



When the world turns away, when the mocking grows loud,

I’ll seek Your presence, not the crowd.

Your Spirit within, my strength and my guide,

In Your mighty hands, I will abide.



Father, renew me, refresh my soul,

In Your grand story, let me play my role.

To the broken, the weary, the ones in despair,

Send me forth with a heart to care.



Each word I speak, each action I take,

May it reflect the love You make.

For Your glory alone, not my gain,

Let me bring healing where there’s pain.



One day, Lord, when this race is done,

When I’ve fought and I’ve finished, and the victory’s won,

May I lay my crown at Your holy feet,

And hear You say, “My child, well done. You’re complete.”