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    He Whispers to Me
    He Whispers to Me
    He Whispers to Me
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    He Whispers to Me

    By Joan Testori

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    As a teenager I often took walks, imagining that Jesus was holding my hand as I talked with Him about the things going on in my life. He helped me cross the bridges of abandonment and insecurity in my childhood and, later in life, becoming a widow twice. I found Him to be the only anchor that I could hold on to. These poems express what Jesus means to me.

    These selections also express my own vulnerability and how amazed I am that He loves me and can still use me in spite of my flaws.

    I am only an instrument guided by His hand.

    My prayer is that these poems will both glorify my Lord and also bring the reader comfort as we travel this road with Him always by our side.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateOct 28, 2013
    ISBN9781490811550
    He Whispers to Me
    Author

    Joan Testori

    Jesus has been my Lord and Savior for fifty years. I have written poems since I was a child; however, the day after I won my first prize and had a poem published, I turned my gift back to Jesus. I told Him I had won the worldly fame I desired, and if I never wrote another poem, it was okay, because He was in charge of any future poems. What happened was I became a willing writing instrument for Jesus, writing poems that when I looked back over them, I could not believe that I had written these poems. Many times they brought tears to my eyes. I believe that He has given me a gift that I cannot keep to myself any longer. I live in Connecticut with my two little dogs.

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      He Whispers to Me - Joan Testori

      Table of Contents

      Introduction

      The Poem

      Inspired

      The Masterpiece

      God’s Palette

      Painted into the Picture

      Ongoing Creation

      Birth of the Morning

      Evening Interlude

      A Winter Storm in October

      Snow

      Promises

      Tag

      At Chez Joan

      The Doe

      The Wind Chime

      Earthly Kingdom

      His Mighty Work

      Treasure

      Arise

      Craving

      I Am the Woman

      My Captain

      My Boat

      Turning Up the Music

      Will Praise Him

      Accepted

      Worship

      Overwhelmed

      Author of My Life

      Cherished

      Daddy

      The Unique Gift

      Cherished Vessel

      Hidden in Plain Sight

      Pursued

      You Asked

      Recapture Me

      Guilt and Shame

      (Or Redemption)

      Rejected

      Royal Blood

      The Blessed Bride

      I Missed You

      Waiting in Your Presence

      Alone with You

      Without You

      Handmaiden

      Only a Water Bearer

      Approaching the King

      The Feast

      Sweet Restoration

      The Wall

      Weapons

      Cool Water

      Faithful Love

      Healing

      In His Hands

      The Letter

      Precious

      The Dancer

      Dreams

      The Pages of the Scrapbook

      Holy Weaver

      In My Father’s House

      Our Rags

      Timeless Day

      The Mirror

      My Gift to the King

      The Investment

      Advice from

      My Eternal Investment Counselor

      Our Walk

      Walking in Step with Jesus

      The Listener

      I Am Knocking

      Prayer

      Prayer Unspoken

      My Prayer

      Power of a Prayer

      The Father’s Silence

      Waiting in the Weight Room

      Distracted

      Forgiven

      Into Battle

      Witnessing

      Willful Wandering

      Refocus

      Not Forgotten in Her Sorrow

      A Memory

      Take These Tears

      A Lowly Cave

      Jesus, the Light

      Jesus Is Not a Used Car Salesman

      Sacrifice

      Wanted to Buy

      The Honor Bestowed

      As Each Nation Falls

      Introduction

      Many of my poems came as a result of sadness in my life and were written as a form of therapy to help me through my grief. You will find some more recent poems in this book that are products of a heart that has felt the pain of loss but has been drawn closer to the Lord, who can comfort us in our times of grief.

      After seeking worldly recognition and receiving a cash prize and a couple of published poems, I finally gave my poetry back to the one who gave me the talent. I told the Lord that if I never wrote another poem, I was content, and I thanked Him for what I had received.

      But what He did far surpassed my wildest dreams. He began using my pen to write poems that I could not believe I wrote. I give God all the glory. I am His willing instrument.

      My prayer is that this book will encourage us all throughout our days to stop for just a moment to look around at what God has created for us to enjoy. Wherever you are, whatever stage of life you are in, or whatever your relationship with God, my hope is that you will find that these poems speak to your heart.

      The Poem

      The poem—a masterpiece;

      The pen—a tender brush,

      Artfully painting a picture,

      Words that color the canvas of a mind.

      I stand in awe,

      Watching each creation form.

      What began as a single phrase

      Soon blossoms into a fragrant rose.

      Each poem is an unopened gift.

      I am like a child at Christmas,

      As I unwrap it layer by layer

      Until it is free of its wrapping.

      I hold it, gently touching it,

      Turning it, viewing it from every side,

      As my heart is warmed

      By the beauty of every line.

      Inspired

      Inspired,

      I write the first line,

      And in anticipation, I wait.

      Little by little, the words come,

      Sometimes in a rush,

      Jumping and leaping out upon the page,

      Like joyful baby lambs

      Trying out their immature legs.

      Occasionally, though,

      It seems as if each word

      Must be coaxed out of hiding

      Like some timid little creature

      Before it can be handled,

      Embraced,

      Then released to set upon paper.

      Yet when each word has been captured,

      Every line and rhyme complete,

      I know that it was not I who wrote

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