WORKING WRECKS
I came upon a wreck
He hadn’t learned the scriptures
The next mishap I happened on
A woman out in sin
I came upon a marriage, broken,
An aged man and woman
I saw a fallen Hobo
I fed and clothed the fellow
A little child abandoned
Someone with broken pride
I often dial emergency
I work for the Heavenly Highway Patrol
Joyce Guy
Along the highway of life;
A sick sadistic man
Abusing his helpless wife.
written long before,
Love your wife as yourself;
You’ll love her more and more.
Was a kid high on drugs
Who had no one to nurture him
Give guidance and some hugs.
With no concern for her own soul;
Hadn’t been with Jesus
Or He would have made her whole.
Overturned along the way;
Instead of love at home
Both had gone out to play.
Lives filled with tears;
No one to love and care for them
In life’s sunset years.
Drunk on cheap red wine;
He hadn’t had a meal,
Didn’t have a dime.
Told him of God above;
The rest is up to him
May he embrace God’s love.
By a mom who didn’t care;
I took her to a place of safety
And left her with a prayer.
Gone flat along the way
Punctured deeply by a fickle friend
I patched them up today.
Speak each name in prayer
Bring them all to Jesus,
The fallen everywhere.
Perusing lives and doing checks,
Directed by my Father;
I’ve been out working wrecks
Joyce Guy
People seem so nonchalant
When they plan a spring vacation
Temperatures are all checked out,
How is it then that years go by
What will they do at the Judgement seat
Nothing there can justify
Oh foolish man how can it be
He requires a price, which Jesus paid,
Go on, make your peace with God
ALL THINGS
Joyce Guy
All things work
together for good
Once in the
hands of Jesus
That means every
single thing
Though not conscious
of His presence,
Nothing that
happens can hurt us;
SORE AFFLICTED
Joyce Guy
Tried I've been,
and sore afflicted;
God must slay
the soulish passion,
Useless dross,
my very being;
Flay this flesh,
old self do sever;
THE LAUGH
OF FAITH
Joyce Guy
The laugh of
faith is: victory
The laugh of
faith is: joy
The laugh of
faith is: peace
The laugh of
faith is: love
The laugh of
faith is: long suffering
The laugh of
faith is: gentleness
The laugh of
faith is: goodness
The laugh of
faith is: knowing your God
The laugh of
faith is the Spirit of God
TRUST BEYOND
ALL REASON
Joyce Guy
Chilling clouds
of doom and darkness
Why does God
not deliver
When I feel
alone and forsaken,
I must trust
Him beyond all reason,
That all things
work for my good,
There is no
circumstance that perturbs Him,
About where they’ll be sure to go
When this old world discards its robe,
And begins to wobble to and fro.
They make such detailed plans;
Of where they’ll spend a week or more,
Whether mountain heights or ocean sands
Reservations made quite early;
For no one wants to be left out,
And considered blasé or squirrelly.
With not one thought of dying;
No plans are made for eternity
As if God’s Word were lying
With no one to plead their case
No one to present a victors crown
For the way they ran the race.
Their life all gone to waste
No hope of mercy shown by God
As He turns away His face.
That you lived your worldly life with care;
Yet gave no thought to eternity,
And what God requires up there
When He suffered and died in your stead;
Accept His blood bought sacrifice
And be by His Spirit led.
Change your eternal fate
Reserve a home in heaven now
Before it becomes too late.
for good to
them that love the Lord...
to them that
love the Lord,
to those who
answer His calling,
according to
His Word.
faith is the
walk of life;
it causes joy
in the sunshine,
and delivers
us through all strife.
that happens
to you or me
is part of
God's mighty plan
to prepare
us for eternity.
we engage the
shield of faith,
knowing God
has provided
the circumstance,
time and place.
we know He
is there by our side;
for
all
things work for our good,
to perfect
and prepare His bride.
Purged to set
my spirit free
from the worthless
gold and glitter
of a world
still courting me.
for the world
means naught to me;
Yet my frame
so oft embraces
what the Spirit
warns me flee.
Yet some value
caught His eye;
God's Spirit
hid among the rubble
would emerge
if I could die.
Kill the soulish
inner part;
Unveil the
Savior ever living
in my redeemed,
surrendered heart.
while yet in
the midst of the storm,
while battles
grow fierce, and sharp arrows pierce,
attempting
much spiritual harm.
during times
of suffering and loss;
it is knowing
the Savior looks only with favor,
as you struggle,
yet carry your cross.
when the waves
flow o'er the boat,
and demons
of hell prevent you to bail,
and you know
for a fact you can't float.
when unlovely
people assail,
when, through
no fault of your own, you stand alone,
and companions
forsake you to fail.
when the trials
seem never to end;
you are at
the end of your rope with no reason to hope,
forsaken by
even your friends.
with those
who torment your soul;
they don't
understand God's purpose and plan,
they just threaten,
malign and scold.
when no one
is good to you;
others will
doubt you, spread gossip about you,
but you let
your Savior shine through.
has your life
in the palm of His hand,
your trials
under control, making you whole;
that your victory
is part of His plan.
reigning and
ruling within;
the outcome
is sure for He will endure
and on this
secret He'll let you in.
often engulf
my soul;
problems arise
on every hand
over which
I have no control.
when I
sink low in despair?
because I must
learn, even in darkness,
my Father is
always there.
and forces
of hell assault my lair,
'tis God who
knows and allows it
to bring my
shield of faith to bear.
no matter the
source or cause,
or magnitude
of my troubles,
because He
says He is close;
they are all
under His control.
Yes, I learn
to look to my Savior,
for He truly
nurtures my soul;
for He ordained
them all,
and they all
work to perfect me
before death's
last trumpet call.
BOOT CAMP
The Marines take a rude, rough and tumble gal or guy
The school of basic training reduces one and all
Gradually they achieve a change in the way that you behave;
What is the component that brings the change about?
That is just what Christ does through troubles sent your way;
He will help you stay the rugged course, uplifted by His might.
His duty is to train you, yours is just obey;
He responds in a whisper, or circumstance so strong and loud,
Joyce Guy
After all these years of training are you still a new undisciplined recruit or can you pass muster?
And teach them how to just obey, not question what or why;
They take a shrinking violet, afraid and often shy,
And train their first response to be both tough and sly.
To a quaking mass of nerves, insignificant and small.
They push you to the limit, in your face and all…
You learn to know the trainer’s voice, and answer to his call.
They see you corresponding to the pathway that they pave.
You change from a “new recruit” living in a daze,
And become a faithful soldier standing tough and brave.
You’ve learned to hear their whisper and understand their shout.
You let them take your fragile world and turn it inside out;
They’ve taught you to obey commands, of that there is not doubt.
So you become His soldier, not a child at play.
You respond to His initiative each and every day
Not yield to taunts by satan’s hordes to stray along the way.
He will train your spirit and sharpen up your sight.
He makes you, a soldier of His cross, alert both day and night;
So you can follow in His steps with purpose and delight.
You’ll not have to plan the strategy or seek another way.
Your troubles are your training; so you won’t lose the way
Out on life’s treacherous battlefield just bow your head and pray.
That you can receive His message, alone or in a crowd
You are fitted with His armor, so stand up tall and proud;
And when the battles over He’ll receive you in His cloud.
THE PRODIGAL
I am so tired and hungry,
I have turned out all my pockets
My wealth has been spent foolishly
These husks the pigs are eating
I think I might go home again
His servants have life better
After many a weary mile
I see my father standing
I guess I should have known
I feel only my own shame
“My son at last returns,
I don’t deserve his blessing
He kills the fatted calf
Father please forgive me,
Your love has brought me back
Joyce Guy
How could I have been so dumb?
As to ask for my inheritance
And take my wealth and run?
To see what I could find
No, there is nothing left,
Not even one thin dime.
On things that have no meaning
On women, drugs and booze
What on earth was I thinking?
Are beginning to smell near good
If my stomach could stand it
I would eat this swill for food.
And ask my father for a job;
He might not take that kindly,
After all I have been a snob.
Than I have had of late.
(I rearranged my tattered rags
And headed out the gate.)
Walking on swollen feet
My belly calling urgently
Wanting something soon to eat.
There upon the lawn
As though he is awaiting
His errant son come home.
That he would do his part
Though my actions were selfish
His is a father’s loving heart.
As I see him standing there
His eyes upon the road
And in his heart a prayer.
What more could I desire”
I see it in his face
It sets my soul on fire.
But He has forgiven all
Gives me a welcome hug
And brings me into the hall.
The one saved for special guests
A ring slips on my finger,
I get the very best.
I must have been insane,
Forgive the awful damage
I have brought upon your name.
Never more to roam
Thank you for your welcome
And all the days to come.
WORKING WRECKS
I came upon a wreck
He hadn’t learned the scriptures
The next mishap I happened on
A woman out in sin
I came upon a marriage, broken,
An aged man and woman
I saw a fallen Hobo
I fed and clothed the fellow
A little child abandoned
Someone with broken pride
I often dial emergency
I work for the Heavenly Highway Patrol
Joyce Guy
Along the highway of life;
A sick sadistic man
Abusing his helpless wife.
written long before,
Love your wife as yourself;
You’ll love her more and more.
Was a kid high on drugs
Who had no one to nurture him
Give guidance and some hugs.
With no concern for her own soul;
Hadn’t been with Jesus
Or He would have made her whole.
Overturned along the way;
Instead of love at home
Both had gone out to play.
Lives filled with tears;
No one to love and care for them
In life’s sunset years.
Drunk on cheap red wine;
He hadn’t had a meal,
Didn’t have a dime.
Told him of God above;
The rest is up to him
May he embrace God’s love.
By a mom who didn’t care;
I took her to a place of safety
And left her with a prayer.
Gone flat along the way
Punctured deeply by a fickle friend
I patched them up today.
Speak each name in prayer
Bring them all to Jesus,
The fallen everywhere.
Perusing lives and doing checks,
Directed by my Father;
I’ve been out working wrecks
MAKING OF A DIAMOND
In the furnace of the earth
Intense pressure pushed it upward,
No longer black, but clear,
Marks He made upon it,
How best to cut and size it
He knew how to set each facet
To flash the light of heaven
The cutting of the diamond
The troubles of the world
In time it is transformed
The sparkle cannot come
A glistening sparkling diamond shines
This bringing to perfection
Joyce Guy
NEXT PAGE (Therapeutic Christian Poems)
Lay a black and ugly chunk of coal
Beset by mighty pressure
And intense heat upon its whole.
through the mire and mud,
to be touched by Jesus life
and changed by His transforming blood.
A diamond in the rough
The Holy Spirit took it,
Still opaque and tough;
According to God’s plan,
As gently He engulfed it
In His skillful hand.
To catch and hold the light
reflecting God the Father
E’en through the darkest night.
So it would sparkle most
And reflect the Savior’s image
toward worldly, wicked hosts;
To send a message clear,
That time is of the essence
And hell is drawing near.
Causes much grief and pain
But the emerging stone lay silent
Awaiting God’s cut again.
Are a worthy blade
To sever self entirely
Where the Spirit’s marks are made.
By all it has been through
Under tutelage by the Spirit
Unto a stone made anew;
Without the sear of pain
As conforming cuts are made
Time and time again.
Reflecting God’s own fire
To rescue sinners tightly bound
On Satan’s hellish pyre.
Lasts throughout your life and mine
Until God calls us home to heaven
Where we’ll forever shine.
POSTSCRIPT:
The chunk of coal pictures a lost person. Coming to Christ the Savior makes him or her an uncut stone. The trials and tribulations of life are the blades which cuts away all that does not reflect Jesus until the sparkle and fire are brilliant enough to witness to God’s love and power. The light of Christ in the life of a Christian is what draws all men to Him through us.
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