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Joseph, the DreamerHe was different from the others, envied and hated by his brothers; for he was the favorite of his dad, the young dreamer and hopeful lad. They stripped him of his treasured coat, and stained it with the blood of goat. They sold him as a slave and said, we'll tell our father he is dead. Bought and brought to a new land, without a kin, without a friend; yet somehow Joseph knew the Way, and shone His light from day to day. Potiphar's wife, he would not entertain, pleasing his God, this he would ascertain; though it would sure lead him to jail, he knew the Truth would soon prevail. Then Joseph ruled next to Pharaoh, his fame and love did grow and grow, as God through him brought salvation, sparing Egypt from starvation. No doubt he was filled with sadness, yet he served the Lord with gladness. Unto His God he'd vowed to stay loyal, indeed his pure heart was quite royal. Finally came the big family reunion, with his brothers Joseph had communion; when he revealed himself to them, they were so shocked that it was him. Their transgressions Joseph forgave, he knew their lives he had to save. It all made sense to Joseph now, why before him these stars would bow. © By Ernst Louis From my book Vices & Virtues (Poetry of Life)
Genesis 37 :9 (BSB)
Then Joseph had another dream and told it to his brothers. “Look,” he said, “I had another dream, and this time the sun and moon and eleven stars were bowing down to me.”
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I Am Only Clay
I am only clay,
empty, dry, and poor; looking for life’s way, I knock on Your door. I am only clay, needy, marred and weak, asking You each day, in my life to speak. I am only clay, to You I must come; fashion me I pray, I yearn to become. I am only clay, make me as You will; help me not to sway; cause me to be still. I am only clay, sitting at Your feet; I am here to stay, oh, You are so sweet. I am only clay, in the Potter’s hand; to me come what may, I will firmly stand. I am only clay, made whole by Your word; and now this I say, I’m glad You’re my Lord. By Ernst Louis From my book Never Alone (Poetry Meets Faith)
“O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter?” saith the LORD. “Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.”
Jeremiah 18:6 KJV Click play to listen to audio. As black bodies hung like ornaments for all to see, like children gathered around a Christmas tree, the torturers gleefully watched until they grew bored; or until finally severed was the silver cord. From the blood soaked ground of yesteryears, heard are their screams and seen are their tears. They endured unimaginable horror and pain, but God has blessed them with unimaginable gain. Like torrents, like rivers, like gentle streams, we carry forward their hopes and their dreams. Providentially we now have a seat at the table; indeed–we sit in high places, for we–too–are able. “Some” still treat us as if our lives have no worth, wanting us to think we’re the least of the earth. More of us get locked up long enough to die, still as ONE we shine like stars in the night sky. (Echo) still as ONE we shine like stars in the night sky. So, to our strong Negroes, our own brave heroes, the falsely accused who took the cruelest blows, we humbly and gratefully pay our sincerest homage, for their unforgettable sacrifice and undeniable courage. © Poem & illustration by Ernst Louis From my book Never Alone (Poetry Meets Faith)
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Retrospect.
I remember it so well,
the place, the despair and hell; the agony, the sorrow, the brokenness, the pain, the tears, and tenderness; the day when unto You I cried, longing for my soul to be satisfied. As a child cries when in pain or in need, I cried unto God, my soul to feed. Somehow I knew to call You Father; although You are my God and Maker. You heard me from Your holy place, and upon me bestowed Your grace. You have saved me from my despair; Your love to me has been so fair. You picked me up when I did fall, You are my God, my friend, my all. Oh, how can I ever forget, the day when my need was met? Yes, I remember it so well, the day You rang my heart’s bell. By Ernst Louis From my book Never Alone (Poetry Meets Faith)
(Psalm 18:6 KJV)
“In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears.” |
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