Poetsegesis

A poem to help you ponder John 7 and Matthew 11:28-12:14

“Jesus, Who Are You?”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Some said, A good man is he

Others amazed that he hadn’t studied

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Will Christ do more signs than this man today?

Or is he leading the people astray?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Are you greater than father Abraham?

Did you just claim that you are I Am?

Jesus, who are you?

Now the time had come, for the Feast of the Jews

A time to remember, by sitting in booths

And the leaders of faith, had fallen to pride

Viewed Jesus a threat, and called for his life

But the crowds weren’t sure, in whom to believe

Surprised by the fact, he was able to speak

As they knew of the threat, yet he spoke openly

We know where he’s from, but who could he be?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Some said, A good man is he

Others amazed that he hadn’t studied

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Will Christ do more signs than this man today?

Or is he leading the people astray?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Are you greater than father Abraham?

Did you just claim that you are I Am?

Jesus, who are you?

The crowd there was troubled, as they knew that he

Had healed on the Sabbath, was he law breaking?

So Jesus answered, my teaching’s not mine

It comes from the Father, and it’s not my time

And on the matter, of a Sabbath’s break

Cov'nant signs and healings, both are good that day

To know the Father, and know His true plan

I'm Lord of the Sabbath, and Sabbath's for man.

He called himself God, but carried through town

The means of his downfall, and wore a thorned crown

The ring of each nail, rang out from that hill

Just one of three guilty whose blood would be spilled

Did his power run out? His miracles seemed true.

“Father forgive them, they know not they do.”

Then darkness…

A lawful veil torn…

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Some said, A good man is he

Others amazed that he hadn’t studied

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Will Christ do more signs than this man today?

Or is he leading the people astray?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Are you greater than father Abraham?

Did you just claim that you are I Am?

Jesus, who are you?

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A poem to help you ponder Deuteronomy 8:11-20

“Take Care”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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Living in the suburbs

In the safety of the cul-de-sac

Where children play

'til the setting sun ends the day

And cars go out,

to and fro

With many places now to go

From practices and entertains

And grocery stores' options galore

There is a danger in the stands

That doesn't offer candy

or drive a paneled van

Take care

Lest you forget

the Lord your God

Take care

Lest you forget

who brought you here to where you are

If you find you have some wealth

Or a semblance of ease

Work to remember that

The Lord provided these

Take care

Think about,

what He has brought you through

The things you wanted,

that He kept from you

The things you worked for,

that He has brought to pass

But why you,

when others haven’t had the chance

Your power,

your might,

does nothing

But by the grace of God

it comes to something

And sometimes,

it all comes to nothing

There is grace in those things

that come to nothing

Take care

Who led?

Who fed?

Who freed?

Whose bread?

Whose might?

Whose rite?

Whose blood?

Was shed?

Take care

Lest you forget

the Lord your God

Take care

Lest you forget

who brought you here to where you are

If you find you have some wealth

Or a semblance of ease

Work to remember that

The Lord provided these

Take care

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A poem to help you ponder Psalm 6

“Troubled Bones”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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The guilty climber, he can see

Though nothing more than a thief

And a robber

The keeper opens up the gate

To the blind, seals their fate

Sons and daughters

Those who are but hired hands

They will never take a stand

When there’s danger

But the Good will give his life

For the fold, in the strife

He’s no stranger

Don’t follow after strangers

Don’t heed their siren call

Flee the shouting of the loveless

Through the safety of the Door

Don’t follow after strangers

They want to take your all

Heed the one with the gatekeeper

Through the safety of the Door

I’m the Good shepherd, hear me sheep

I know my own and they know me

Like the Father

And for this reason, He loves me

My life laid down, no thievery

It’s my honor

There are those not of this fold

I must bring them in also

Wolves howling in the night

The day labors scatter quickly at the sound

But the Good one stands to fight

Gathers in his own by laying his life down

Don’t follow after strangers

Don’t heed their siren call

Flee the shouting of the loveless

Through the safety of the Door

Don’t follow after strangers

They want to take your all

Heed the one with the gatekeeper

Through the safety of the Door

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A poem to help you ponder John 15:1-26

“If the World Hates You”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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A servant is not greater than his master

Enemies sought to persecute the later

It’s true

They’ll seek the former, too

He was hated by them, for his stance on

Loving the lowly more than those,  in com-

-mand

The Pharasaical band

If the world hates you,

know it hated Him before

It hated you

Because you’re not it’s own

But that’s not an excuse

It may just hate you cuz you’re mean.

If the world hates you

For your compassion gleaned of

Holy fruit

And not unpleasantness that

you pursue

To justify your cruel routine

It may just hate you cuz you’re mean.

Jesus said they’d know his children by His love those

Acting with compassion, joy, and righteousness

Made new

With the Spirit, too

Not just face to face or In holy places

When backs are turned or virtual spaces

Unglued

Unholy attitude

Unglued

What’s wrong with you!

If the world hates you,

know it hated Him before

It hated you

Because you’re not it’s own

But that’s not an excuse

It may just hate you cuz you’re mean.

If the world hates you

For your compassion gleaned of

Holy fruit

And not unpleasantness that

you pursue

To justify your cruel routine

It may just hate you cuz you’re mean.

He is the Vine, we are the branches

Love is not based on circumstances

To crush those in avalanches

The ends don’t affirm cruel reactions

He is the Vine, we are the branches

Not clubs intent to break the masses

Or lift ourselves to greater advances

Unless you want tables flipped on your head

If the world hates you,

know it hated Him before

It hated you

Because you’re not it’s own

But that’s not an excuse

It may just hate you cuz you’re mean.

If the world hates you

For your compassion gleaned of

Holy fruit

And not unpleasantness that

you pursue

To justify your cruel routine

It may just hate you cuz you’re mean.

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A poem to help you ponder Psalm 6

“Troubled Bones”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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I’ve got trouble in my bones

Lord, please help me!

I’ve got trouble in my bones

Lord, please help me!

Be gracious to me, Oh Lord,

For I’m languishing

How long will this go on?

Lord, please help me!

Every night I wail and moan

Lord, I’m weary

Every night I wail and moan

Lord, I’m weary

At night I flood my bed, oh Lord,

With heavy tears of dread

I can’t praise you if I’m gone.

Lord, I’m weary

The Lord has heard my plea

He will help me

The Lord has heard my plea

He will help me

My enemies now quake, oh Lord,

They turn back in shame

For the sake of your great love

You have helped me

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A poem to help you ponder John 16:16-33

“In a Little While”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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The priests and prophets of ol’ Ephraim

Once crowned with beauty, but their flower did fade

They stagger and stumble, no judgement they give

Their tables spewed over no longer have space

Like the first summer fig going down

The Lord now wears their crown

Woe to those who hear as a child

Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride

They babble on, and drink in the same

And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King

Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim

Now listen, dear children, of ol’ Abraham

Whose leaders take refuge in death and deceit

The plumb line of justice upon you will lower

You’ll be swept away by the hail you have reaped

Don’t strengthen your bonds with Sheol

Remember, the sure Cornerstone

Their flower did fade

Their flower did fade

No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave

Their flower did fade

Their flower did fade

No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave

Woe to those who hear as a child

Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride

They babble on, and drink in the same

And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King

Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim

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A poem to help you ponder the Book of Jonah

“The Depths of Unholy Pity”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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There once was a prophet filled with distainWho brought a message of judgment and painTo a land of people most distant

But to that place he inclined not to goFor the message might lead to salvation for thoseIn a city known for violence and gallAnd that option the prophet detestedIn adverse direction, the way that he ranIn great disregard for the one in commandA possible showing of love and affectionForgiveness received from a higher dimension

So he spent three days in the depths

Then retched and arrived on the shores of that land

Now obligated to share the word planned

Though vast was the city, he spoke of its fate

"In forty days hence, an overthrown state

By holy decree, for you in these gates."

And he hoped that the city would burn.

But the people repented, the king made decree

"Put on your sack cloth, have nothing to eat.

Even the cattle will not drink this day.

Turn now from violence and our evil ways.

And who knows? God’s will may be turned

His anger subdued by the lesson we learned

If so, then may we not perish.”

And God saw what they did.

So He stayed His arm from the life-ending blow

Gave mercy, compassion to people of woe

But the prophet, displeased, was fuming with rage

“I knew you’d show mercy!” at the Sender complained.

“If they are forgiven, than I’d rather die!”

Awaited their fate up on the hillside

Cared for a plant more than thousands alive

And is known for his unholy pity

So he spent three days in the dark

So he spent three days down in the dark

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A poem to help you ponder Isaiah 28

“The Proud Crown of the Drunkards of Ephraim”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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The priests and prophets of ol’ Ephraim

Once crowned with beauty, but their flower did fade

They stagger and stumble, no judgement they give

Their tables spewed over no longer have space

Like the first summer fig going down

The Lord now wears their crown

Woe to those who hear as a child

Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride

They babble on, and drink in the same

And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King

Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim

Now listen, dear children, of ol’ Abraham

Whose leaders take refuge in death and deceit

The plumb line of justice upon you will lower

You’ll be swept away by the hail you have reaped

Don’t strengthen your bonds with Sheol

Remember, the sure Cornerstone

Their flower did fade

Their flower did fade

No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave

Their flower did fade

Their flower did fade

No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave

Woe to those who hear as a child

Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride

They babble on, and drink in the same

And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King

Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim

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A poem to help you ponder John 9:1-41

“The Sight Light Brings”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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“I was, thrown out of the synagogue today

Because I, was born blind but now I see

In my Healer, I now believe

Despite the questions, of Sightless Pharisees

Was it for wrongs my folks had done?

Or for the sins of this here son?

That it would take this long for me

To use my eyes, why was this to be?

Sometimes the ones who know the most

See right through truth, like a ghost

Others, blind, receive their sight

To behold the works of Christ

This is an amazing thing!

behold!

The sight Light brings.

A second time they called me in

To testify of what happened

They asked my parents “Was it true?”

“He’s of age, why don’t you have, him tell you.”

Well, Pharisees, I am amazed

That you don’t know from whence he came

You’ve seen his works, it must be true

Do you wish to be, his disciples too?

Sometimes the ones who know the most

See right through truth, like a ghost

Others, blind, receive their sight

To behold the works of Christ

This is an amazing thing!

behold!

The sight Light brings.

He put mud upon my eyes

Of spit and dirt made on the ground

I washed it off,

my sight was found

People marveled, is it he?

Though born blind, I could now see

A beggar changed,

why was it me?

His followers, they wondered, too.

What brought this man this misfortune?

Family sin or his own vice?

What caused this man, to pay such a great price?

So the, works of God might be displayed

The reason that the Healer gave

Former blind worships in faith

The Phari-see, their guilt remains

Why, this IS an amazing thing!

Sometimes the ones who know the most

See right through truth, like a ghost

Others, blind, receive their sight

To behold the works of Christ

This is an amazing thing!

behold!

The sight Light brings.”

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A poem to help you ponder Luke 12:22-31

“A Raven Considered”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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Does the raven every wonder

as it soars beneath the clouds

“Will tomorrow bring the future up to me?”

Does it contemplate a fierce machine

to add substantial hours

and interject a new reality?

Breathe.

Stay calm.

Hold fast to your valued life

No need of migrant song.

Rest well.

You belong.

Don’t claw at moments up ahead

Nevermore to feel alone

Does the raven scan the ground below

And wish to find a land

Wherein a vessel built there might contain

The means to keep himself alive

Through times unseen before

A storehouse filled with all the work he’s gained

Breathe.

Stay calm.

Hold fast to your valued life

No need of migrant song.

Rest well.

You belong.

Don’t claw at moments up ahead

Nevermore to feel alone

Flocks around the world seek earthly things

Soaring, searching what tomorrow brings

Land and see the Father knows your needs

Love and live and seek the aviary of the King

Breathe.

Stay calm.

Hold fast to your valued life

No need of migrant song.

Rest well.

You belong.

Don’t claw at moments up ahead

Nevermore to feel alone.

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