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    Poetry as a Spiritual Gift

    I can never sit and say I want to write a poem, there has to be a need from somebody for it to flow. It's almost like a message being sent and I often feel like I am some sort of conduit. I feel and hear the words as they progress, I don't think of them at all.

    Some poems have been written that I could not keep a copy of because they were specific to people. When I handed the people the poems, I gave them the original and only copy. This happened twice, and both times the recipients began praising God after reading the poems. To them God had answered a prayer due to the poems contents. Some things were in the poems that I could not understand, but had great meaning to them. Again, though I wrote them with my own hand, I only remember bits of one, because the person asked me about one of the lines in the poem. I could not really answer her because I didn't know what I was writing. All I knew was that she needed to read what God's spirit was telling me. At the time I felt her spirit reaching to God, but her faith was too low to listen. Somehow sadness and almost a self pity type grief had stepped between her and her communicating with God. She didn't tell me any of this; I felt it as I walked past her office. I was stricken to write and had to do it fast.

    I grabbed some paper and sat nearby as I wrote. Within 5 to 6 minutes I walked in here office and gave her the poem. Before she could finish reading the poem tears had welled up and were trickling down her face. She looked at me and asked if I was sitting outside her window spying on her. She was of course halfway joking, she knew that she had not spoken to anyone of how she felt and I could not have known. I told her that I felt something from her as I walked past, and in the same instant I felt the poem flowing.

    I can only imagine that at the time, I was richly endeavoring to hear God, from his heart. I had been doing such for months on end when that poem was written. When I walked past her, I believe that due to whatever she was going through affected her faith in so much that she could not hear God. For whatever reasons, God had answered her prayer, but since she couldn't hear, God used me to tell her he was listening. She and I never spoke about the poem again, but from that day, she was never sad like she was that day again.

    The poetry was never a gift to me, but a gift to anyone that needed to hear how real God is and how deep he loves. That's still how it is today. I can never write, until I am near someone that is reaching out to God and has a need. At times I have tried to write without the spirit of God drawing me, but it always turned out incomplete, missing ryme and meter, and usually did not make sense. Also when I took it upon myself to try, if Ifinished the poems at all it would take a long time as in hours or days. The other poems were all written as fast as i heard them. I really can't write unless God has something he wants to tell me or someone else.

    Some poems were to increase my faith, I understand that too. Because of how the poetry flowed, I know that I am not the real author of any of them, but the author is God alone. I feel that I only hear them in my spirit, but I never quite know the direction they are going until the last line is complete. I don't believe I could quote any of them to you because they flowed from within, I never thought about what to write next. Several times I had barely finished a line when the next line or two were flowing. I never sought recognition really for several reasons, one is just as stated above; second, I never wish to offend God; and lastly, God can stop the poems at any time, and I wouldn't feel the spirit as such to give to those that seek.

    I did print a small pamphlet in 1986, of poems that folks wanted. At the time, I had written and was known for writing that I was given requests for poems. I would walk away and find a quiet place, pray and ask God for guidance. In almost every case (two exceptions) God granted the poem and within minutes it was written. The exceptions though, were requests that were displeasing to God, and I was rebuked by God when I prayed. I felt his rebuke in that I had displeased him when I asked, His rebuke came immediately and I felt his spirit greave that I had asked, I did not feel his delight. One case in particular, a friend of mine wanted to commercialize the poetry. God was displeased. His spirit is for worship and never for sale.

    Jesus will never fail us, and yet we fail him every day in at least one thing. A word, displaced emotion, a thought, or in partaking in what grieves his spirit. Unfortunately this is the works of the flesh, that until we are with God, we will always struggle with. Of course, this isn't something new to what you already know, but to me, it is another reason to praise him at all times. Even though we fail, he will not. I never, of course want to fail him intent fully, nor do I want to fail him by cheating or failing brethren.

    True that God has placed gifts on us that are not necessarily mentioned in the Bible. As one writer puts it, if all the deeds of Christ were written, the world could not contain them. Hence, if all of the wonders of God were written, the universe would run out of space.

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    When I teach on the Gifts of the Spirit, I share with people that the gifts are not at all confined to those listed in Scripture, but that God can take any instilled or latent talent and grant it a Holy Ghost unction.

    This obviously includes those gifts we did not have previous of conversion. It sounds as if in your case, it is only initiated or enhanced when a evangelical service is confronted. In proper function, all the sign gifts are for evangelism only, but they are often forced and exploited outside their intended context. God doesn’t give us gifts as a spiritual badge or for the purpose of display as some charismatic’s sadly misuse them.

    Gifts of admonishment like you have is certainly a type of evangelism, that is enhanced when a situation presents itself. I am much the same way in my writing, a distinct richness can be defined during a call to prophecy in truth.

    Would you be willing to share one of your cherished poems in this forum? With applied disclaimers and copyright information appended of course

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    Poetry

    Two poems in particular, in my opinion stand out to me. One was written to encourage a friend and the other during a morning evangelical sermon.

    This one was given to encourage, and when given, I understood that the message was for more than one person. As I stated earlier, I can never quote any of the poems. Most of them were written so fast that I literally had to read them afterwards to understand the entire poem. Of course, to me that sort of makes sense because they were not given to me for my understanding, Actually, I don't think any spiritual gift that God gives is for the recipient, but rather for a ministry to folks in need of a touch from God.


    The Perfect Heart

    Where is your faith when the daylight goes wrong?
    And where is your love when it fails?
    Where is the light when the moonbeams are gone?
    Have they all taken flight or sailed?

    How many times have you looked up and prayed?
    And how many times have you praised?
    Love is much more than the phrase we all say
    It's heights and its depths are grayed,

    Higher than mountains, it's there I am told
    Lower than valleys, it's more precious than gold,
    It's more than a word from our lips to our ears
    It's part of our God - - - Throughout space and years,

    Folk try to tell you that your life is all-wrong
    Yet you know the truth is tied in a song,
    It's a song that you sing with praise on your lips
    And a truth that you've known through life's worst eclipse

    Christ is much nearer than we often know
    He left a great message telling us so,
    Just one prayer to him with faith in our heart
    Makes miracles happen, - - and storm clouds depart,

    Life is ere growing and we always learn
    Sometimes we are failing, but Grace we can't earn,
    It's given so freely from Jesus above
    And the reason he died was to give us his love,

    "Oh Lord I do falter and find that I sin
    I feel I'm not perfect and torn deep within,
    But knowing your Grace Lord has lifted me high
    To know that your perfect - - and never am I".


    This one was given years ago during a ministrial training seminar. I do not recall the circumstance of what triggered the poem. All I remember is that something was said and the poem began to flow. I had to write fast and then refocus on the seminar.


    Triumph of Silence

    The scene is set -- the mood is hate;
    A man in silence awaits his fate,
    A jury grand of priests, they all
    Are gathered in the judgment hall,

    They see the man of whom they would
    Destroy His soul, if only they could,
    There is no defense on his behalf;
    The governor joins their staff,

    The room is filled with accusations;
    The man stands still with utmost patience,
    In scorn and laughter, in mockery they cry,
    "This man blasphemed, by law should die!"

    Yet silently, He stood and heard
    All of their hate, yes, every word,
    A judge was He of all creation
    Of every man, of every nation,

    His identity would not reveal;
    But to them had He chosen to conceal,
    For though He died upon the cross,
    The triumph of silence did save the lost.


    There are quite a few more to be honest, but to list them all would take lots of space here. At no point have I ever claimed to be a poet. Unless the spirit of God directs me, I can not write anything with a cohesive meaning.

    God always does a perfect work without our intervention. Whenever we try of ourselves we tend to add our own flaws due to our limited understanding. God's spirit, however, is encompassing and reaches to spirit (the deep calling unto deep).

    Whenever God gives us a message, or unction, we must step aside and let the spirit of God flow.

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