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Under the Roof of Grace By Brenda Drake

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This is a sample page in my newest Inspirational Christian poetry book titled Peace Be Still by Brenda Drake available on Amazon in kindle, Paperback, and Hardcover.

Salvation is God’s gift.  We do not deserve His mercy and we cannot earn His grace.  It is a wonderful free provision that was far from free to Jesus the Savior and Lover of our Soul.  We are invited to trust in His work in our behalf and run under His wings of grace.

Under the Roof of Grace

Come let us gather under the roof of grace.
It is there we encounter our quest to see God’s face.
Under His umbrella of eternal love is peace,
It is there in His presence you find increase.
Faith and hope dance a forever dance there;
The heart sings love songs of worship, praise and prayer.
Under the roof of grace demons cannot go.
Only the redeemed can enter, heart, mind, body, and soul.
Under the cover of grace fears cannot stay,
For, they are lifted in prayer and cast away.
Come let us gather under the provision of assured favor,
And go out again to share God’s love with our neighbor.
Who is your neighbor? Whoever your life touches that day.
You have opportunity to share the joys of mercy and grace.
Come let us gather another moment and you will see,
The roof of grace covers you wherever you will be.

Romans 6:14
For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace.

2 Peter 1:2
Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord,

The Vessel By Brenda Drake

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God knew me as a little troubled girl and He heard my cry.  He loved me before I loved Him.  In looking back I realize He constantly wooed and urged me to Him.  God paved the way to the cross where I would find salvation and would receive the Spirit of God within my heart.  God still tirelessly teaches, leads, and guides as He molds and shapes me to be His perfect without blemish bride.

The Vessel

The Creator beheld the lump of clay but saw the vessel within.
It was not just any vessel; it was to be made for Him.
Before it was He knew exactly how it would be, 
He already had a plan that only He could see.
In fact He saw it even before it was the lump of clay,
The idea was always in His heart tucked away.
This vessel became tarnished and was taken from His grasp,
But the One that created all things paid the price He asked.
The vessel is made new and formed from within;
The born again soul is molded and shaped by Him.
Oh what a beautiful vessel made because of Christ.
He is the one that gave His life.
When man allows God full control,
He is made into the most precious vessel,
That will carry the Word of God for another to hear,
That gives to God all that is to him most dear.
This is the vessel chosen to hold heaven’s wine.
This is the vessel that the Creator designed:
Beautiful, precious, valued so high that the angels strain to see
All that the Creator plans to pour through thee.
Great things are destined for every newborn life,
For they become the one that causes to the Father great delight!

2 Timothy 1:9
Who hath saved us, and called us with an holy calling, not according to our works, but according to his own purpose and grace, which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began,

I Met a Stranger By Brenda Drake

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Lord give me the heart and eyes to see.

I Met a Stranger

There was one walking on a dark lonely street;
He was a stranger that soon I would meet.
We are as opposite as two people can get,
And to the world of no real value if we met.
But God has a master plan,
That neither of us could yet understand.
Our worlds collide like a fast moving train;
Never again will our lives be the same.
There are many times on the earth we dwell,
Lives are thrown together as well.
Times, when a stranger becomes vital part,
Of our very-own, very private heart.
Strangers that become vitally connected,
With a divine touch that is unexpected.

I met one special stranger that completely changed my life.
Who became my Savior, and my Lord; Jesus Christ.
He made my heart willing and able to see,
How the heart of God draws even closer to me.
As I begin to open my eyes;
His face in other strangers is recognized,
Help me Jesus to search for  and value souls more,
So when we are escorted through heaven’s door.
We will greet as brothers our Lord and our friend,
Where the life of true family begins.

Matthew 25:35
For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink:
 I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

Ashes; Blown Away by the Wind By Brenda Drake

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When I think of all the wonderful promises that lie ahead when my Lord Jesus returns; my heart soars with a great indescribable joy.  Then I am reminded by the Holy Spirit, He is always working right now in our everyday life. Several times I have experienced His delivered beauty instead some of my life’s discouraging ashes.

Ashes; Blown Away by the Wind

Yesterday’s ashes blow away in the wind; gathered no more to be kept;
For the flower of tomorrow has no room for any of it.
The deep lines of worry etched by time on the face,
Are blown away; they too are forever erased.
The heavy thoughts that fight to surface now and then;
They too are blown away by the wind.
Pain, and despair, fears and shame,
And every other discomfort that torments by any other name;
All are ashes.  All are discarded they are useless to keep.
Ashes are everything that causes the heart to weep.
Until this glorious day there is instruction wise,
Fill your mind with Jesus, look into His eyes.
Look into the promises in God’s Word.
When you practice daily a new truth occurs,
He indeed shares His beauty and places it within,
Ashes are not kept there they are blown away by the wind.

John 3:8
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.

Isaiah 61:3
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord,
that he might be glorified.