Poetry From Reggie
I stood in tears in the morning light,
Trying to hide the darkness inside.
For all of the hope I held in my sight,
Was nailed to a cross and had died.
The prophet said, that the Messiah would come,
And I believed it was Jesus.
For surely, His miracles proved He was the One,
So, in Him, I had placed all, my trust.
The, shadows fell and the sky became dark,
With thunder and lightening, filling the sky.
And that like a veil was torn from my heart,
And I stood in the presence of Life, that could not die.
Then, the wisdom of God made Himself known,
By the Holy Spirit who lives in His Son.
That Satan had now been overthrown,
And no longer held the keys to his kingdom.
For Jesus came to die, not to live,
So, that man could live and not know death.
And on the cross, He sacrificed all, He could give,
By paying man’s ransom with His dying breath.
The, clouds drifted away and darkness began to flee,
But, when I saw the blood, caused by Jesus’ crown.
I removed my sandals and fell to my knees,
For it was then, I knew, I was on Holy Ground.
~Reginal R. Tidwell ~
05/19/01
I don’t need riches and I don’t need fame,
I don’t need lights lit up with my name.
I don’t need prestige and I don’t need power,
For, I have Jesus in my darkest hour.
I don’t need the mansions with all of its rooms,
I don’t need the flowers with all their blooms.
For I have beauty like no other flower,
I have Jesus in my darkest hour.
I don’t need sunshine when the clouds are gray,
I don’t need the morning to start my day.
I don’t need sweetness when things turn sour,
For I have Jesus in my darkest hour.
I don’t need the rive, if the river runs dry,
For I have Living Water, that will never die.
It is the Bread the enemy can not devour,
It is my Jesus in my darkest hour.
For, I found Jesus when I was lost,
I found Him there, nailed to a cross.
He’s been my strength and my high tower,
Ever since I knelt and stayed with Him in His darkest hour.
~Reginal R. Tidwell ~
06/01/01
In the stillness of the morning,
When all seemed to be at peace.
The enemy came without warning,
And his evil fury was released.
With friendly planes through friendly sky,
Used as missiles for a time of war.
Innocent victims were destined to die,
And the stillness of peace was to be no more.
Yet, the cry of death was not complete,
For many would still fall to their doom.
As buildings crumbled and fell to the street,
In fire and smoke with an eerie gloom.
Freedom was scarred across the land,
As a nation stood shaken and dazed.
But, in the rubble was strength and courage for man,
As they watched their flag being raised.
The hero’s with others who had fallen,
Among the steel as towering steeples,
Was the voice of God desperately calling,
A nation to prayer, as, a united people.
Then, the Holy Spirit rose within their soul,
Assuring them of their hope, held inside.
And to press on, to victory, as, their goal,
For God still reigns and is still their guide.
The fallen are secure in God’s hand,
And they live in the promise of His eternal peace.
But, in a moment, the nation could only, stand,
Fir it was in that moment, their life ceased.
But, God resurrected the living, as well, as, the dead,
And in both, it is life, He will restore.
And by His Spirit the people will be led,
For God holds the future, in peacetime or war.
Father, how is it that You love me,
When sin is such a part of my life?
And by Your Word, still, call me holy,
Through the blood, Your Son, has sacrificed?
Where Father, do I take responsibility,
For all of the sins I have done?
How can You, just, on forgiving me,
Over and over, through the blood of Your Son?
My child, I’ve loved you since the beginning of time,
And it’s not based on whether you sin or not.
I created you and you have always been mine,
And My love for you will never stop.
In the days, when your child disobeys you,
And after you put him to bed at night.
In the morning, are your mercies not new,
And you reach out to hold him tight?
And when he’s older and continues to disobey,
And leaves home to live a life of sin.
Do you not desire for him to change his way,
And return back to you, once, again?
What loving parent would not die for his child?
But, if the child continues to live in sin.
And refuses to repent from his worldly style,
Then, how can your love, or, death save him?
So, it is with you, who still sin,
Though, of your sin, I do not approve.
I wait for you to ask Me again,
For forgiveness, so I can bless you.
Sin will rob you of My blessings,
But it will never rob you of My love.
But My love will bring you testing,
Of your faith, in My Son from above.
For, without faith, you are spiritually dead,
And to remain there, you seal your destiny.
Because, if, you are not spiritually led,
Then, My love, nor death, can save you from the enemy.
Your love is no different than mine,
Except, that My love never fails.
Your love is, only, for a limited time,
Mine is sealed forever, on a cross, by nails.
You ask, how it is I love you?
Are you sure that’s what the question should be?
After all I’ve done, that I can do,
How is it that you, can still sin, against Me?
- Reginal R. Tidwell -
3/25/01
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