On episode 10 , I believe, I said that the next podcast would be about children. This is the next podcast.
There are a number of places were the Bible talks about children< Mark 9:37, Psalms 127:, Exodus 20:12, Ephesians 6:1, Proverbs22:> Some are about actual young children at others about children of God. Today’s firs poem is about the little children and what we can learn form them. My inspiration came from Luke 18:15-17.
“People were also bringing babies to Jesus for him to place his hands on them. When the disciples saw this, they rebuked them. But Jesus called the children to him and said, Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingd om of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” (NIV)
THE CHILDREN
Bless the little children
for they are what we were
& what we should be
when we come to God.
Come to Me as children, He said,
innocent
trusting
obedient.
& most of all with love,
unquestioned
unchallenged
undemanding.
Bless the little children
for what they can teach us;
to smile with a heart full of joy
that comes from Jesus.
My reflection was:
Just a thought about Jesus telling the disciples to let the little children come to Him and how we must come to Him freely, openly and with loving arms outstretched without the requirement of expectations.
God’s Rhyme
© 2019, Tim Carter
Also from God’s Rhyme a poem I wrote for my children.
5 ON THE FLOOR
Dad, let me tickle you
under your arm
it’s one of those things
that really does you no harm
and it feels good-for everyone.
A laugh – loud and deep
another tiny and weak
and every kind in-between
Why five
for goodness sakes alive
I heard someone say
“because we didn’t want six”
but for me, five on the floor
is more fun than four.
God’s Rhyme
© 2019, Tim Carter
A book I need to finish writing, Moments of Rhymes in God’s Times, started out as a book of short poems. Something different for me. One night I had the idea to write children’s prayers. There are four of them. Posted on Facebook I said I would like feedback on what you think of them. Should I write more or go back to my normal writing? Thank you for taking the time. Got a handful of responses telling me to continue. Hopefully one day I will.
Dear God,
I pray for my family,
I pray for my friends,
I pray that your goodness,
That it never ends.
Dear God,
Open my eyes
As I get out of bed.
I see the sun rise,
Now I pray
That I see You today.
Dear God,
Thank you for today,
Forgive me for my wrongs
So I will sing happy songs,
For this I do pray.
Dear God,
I know You are everywhere,
I know that you care,
Today it is my prayer,
To see you everywhere.
Dear Lord can be used in place of Dear God.
7/25/19, tcarter
#MomentsofRhymesinGodsTimes
This next on is one of my favorites from Living In God’s Rhyme.
Pens, Pencils and Crayons
We hear God’s word spoken,
The Scriptures read aloud
To those who are broken,
Who mingle among the crowd.
We who have aged with time
Are like a pen in the hand
Of a scribe writing a line
In a gentle sea of sand.
We have written our lines
Of our many times,
Of the many dimes
We have spent on fines.
We have lived and written our lines
Of our past, the good and the bad.
Hopefully they include a line or two
Of the blessings we have had.
And there is the pencil used in school
As those who are younger
Write lines of times in the future,
Lines of unknown times.
With eraser in hand they can wipe away
Imagined futures and never lived pasts.
They can boldly write with nothing to say
Unless we show them the way that lasts.
Ever evolving, the developing mind
Will, as the search continues, find
The wrong or right way to write
The lines of tomorrow’s insight.
(Their future before them,
Formed by the writings
Of yesterday, asking them
What demons they are fighting.)
The crayon of the child,
One color in a box
Of many hued colors
That has no lock.
Pictures of smiles,
Squiggly lines,
Colors outside,
Some inside.
They are eager to learn,
We love them as they are,
It is nothing to earn.
They shine like the evening star.
(They come to us with open hearts,
Knowing we love them for who they are.
And as each and every new day starts
They have no fear of what the colors are.)
Someone sees
Innocence,
Acceptance,
Trust,
Curiosity
Beauty
And love
Spread around
The room,
No longer in a box.
Don’t make God complicated.
Jesus made it simple.
And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you
Change and become like little children,
You will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
Matthew 18:3
Living In God’s Rhyme
© 2018, Tim Carter
One final poem if we have time.
SOMEHOW
You’ve loved her from the start;
The moment you first saw her
She somehow took your heart
Where you never knew it could go.
Spring’s fresh air, summer’s sun,
As cool as the evening breeze,
Through life you see her run
Always, it seems, one step ahead.
& when she cries, you try,
Ever so clumsily, to comfort her.
& when she wants to know why,
You try to reassure her
She’s all you could ever ask for
& more than you ever dreamed of.
She can open those dusty locked doors
You closed so many years before.
But you know you really don’t care.
All she ever asks of you
Is the little time you can share
For dreams & imaginary scenes.
Somehow she grabbed you from the start;
Tiny & fragile, you watched her grow.
She’s always had your heart;
She always will, your little girl.
And my Reflection:Written for one, good for all four. Children are truly a blessing from God. They will take you places you never thought you would go, at least not on your own.
God’s Rhyme
© 2019, Tim Carter
Oops, one more last poem
At Twenty Five
It was September – early morning –
late in the month.
She’s been awake
since ten minutes apart.
The breathing beside me
only occasionally light.
And late in September
the early morning is right.
With all the control of inexperience
we arrive in time
to sign on the dotted lines,
and wait – seven minutes apart.
Time passes one grain of sand
in the hourglass at a time,
which is what January began
remembering June in the sand.
Eleven o’clock becomes two,
then, three becomes tense,
and time is getting tired
between two minutes apart.
Pushing for three and half past,
and arriving, she is pushed to the limit.
With tears in her eyes
the clock cries three fifty nine.
September begins,
a squeal for life,
tears of joy
A BOY!
God Still Rhymes
© 2019, Tim Carter
Closing Comments:
Interview coming up in Episode 13.
If you give
Him the times
As you Live
His word rhymes
And don’t forget: We are the kings kids and you will never get rid of s because we are His with Jesus.
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