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    Formed by Him
    Formed by Him
    Formed by Him
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    Formed by Him

    By Jessie Campbell

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    Inspired by the Holy Spirit, I could not help but write these poems to the Body of Christ, as He directed. They reveal the very heart of the Father towards His dear children. He addresses the depths, heartaches and needs of the human heart and medicates it with the very balm of His wisdom and love. We need only look to the Book of Psalms and know that God is a preeminent poet.

    Those that call Him Father, are assured that they hear His voice, for we are His sheep. He is still calling and speaking today.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris AU
    Release dateAug 24, 2013
    ISBN9781483685168
    Formed by Him
    Author

    Jessie Campbell

    Born in the USA, I emigrated to Australia many years ago where I came to meet the Savoir of the world, Jesus Christ. Having ventured into the mission fi elds of Africa and Asia, the Lord has shown me His faithfulness and love which He holds for this hurting and lost world. He has demonstrated this love poured out in miracles of healing, restoration, and salvation to so many I have met along the way. These poems are His personal love poured out to His children (and if willing even those who do not yet know HIM). I have been writing poetry since the age of seven; but it was not until I met the Living God that His voice spoke through my pen. www.triumphministries.net http://walkonwaterglobal.org

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      Formed by Him - Jessie Campbell

      Masterpiece

      You are

      MY

      Masterpiece ~

      Does not

      a Masterpiece

      require many

      brushstrokes,

      much thought,

      thorough

      planning,

      sometimes

      tedious

      detail and

      laborious

      effort?

      Well you

      are such

      a Masterpiece…

      I color you

      with

      MY brush

      I tend to

      every detail,

      every nuance

      about you

      ensuring

      all

      is perfect

      I wash and

      scrape off

      what is dried

      and old

      and unnecessary

      to make you

      a Reflection

      of ME

      If you are

      such

      a Masterpiece

      does it not

      make sense

      that I AM

      the Master

      of the

      piece

      of

      My Heart

      that is

      you?

      Don’t be

      afraid

      of change,

      of being

      painted with

      deep color

      and hardy

      strokes,

      of relinquishing

      your dearest

      desires

      to be

      made new… .

      only a

      Master Artist

      knows what

      He is aiming

      for

      I AM

      that

      MASTER

      of

      you

      My treasured

      canvas ~

      black.jpg

      Don’t Worry

      Don’t worry

      I have you

      in hand

      Don’t worry

      My Precious

      that your choices

      were not always

      My choices…

      Am I not

      sufficient

      to cover you

      to care for you

      to hold you

      safe

      amidst the

      trial,

      amidst the

      uncertainty,

      amidst the

      errors?

      Am I not

      enough

      for you?

      Tattered &

      worn are

      you,

      Holy & Strong

      Am I…

      Don’t worry

      about your

      future,

      I have that

      in hand too

      Your job is

      this day

      and this

      day alone,

      for that is

      all you can

      hold or live

      You think you

      can figure

      out tomorrow?

      What is future

      is MINE,

      belongs to ME

      What is now

      is for you…

      it is only each

      moment that

      you can have

      You see why

      you are not to

      worry?

      Stop trying to

      be ME

      and start being

      who I made you

      to be,

      who I carved

      you out to be

      by MY very

      hands…

      A sheep needing

      a Shepherd

      A child needing

      a Father

      A sinner needing

      a Saviour,

      a dishevelled &

      humbled being

      whose life

      turned out

      not as expected,

      but can be made

      far greater than

      any expectations

      If you trust Me

      and

      don’t worry ~

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      Molded Clay

      There is no

      grief so

      deep

      I cannot

      touch,

      no pain so

      sharp,

      I cannot

      dull,

      nor ache so

      constant,

      I cannot

      stop

      For I AM the

      God of All

      comfort,

      not just

      some…

      Do you

      think

      building

      walls

      around

      your

      heart will

      save you?

      Will protect

      you?

      Will make

      you safe?

      Those walls

      keep ME

      out

      as well

      Do you

      want

      ME to

      rescue

      you and

      climb

      your high

      tower?

      Are you

      awaiting

      escape

      or are you

      resigned

      to the

      dark?

      Don’t languish

      in sorrow,

      I Am your joy

      Don’t forget

      ME when you

      need ME most

      I have not

      left you forlorn

      and alone

      I AM here,

      HERE waiting

      for you to

      scale that

      wall,

      climb down

      from

      your tower

      of remorse

      and accept

      MY Hand

      I do not say

      figure it out

      alone, nor

      do I command

      you ride

      swiftly by

      your broken

      and torn heart

      I say look up

      I AM here

      Look no further

      than right

      where you are

      And remember

      every past is

      over

      and every future

      yet done

      And every moment

      I AM yours waiting,

      waiting to be invited

      in… .

      Do not be

      ashamed

      of your

      sorrow

      and grief

      I know them

      well, have felt

      them too

      and promise

      that mourning

      is not forever

      I do not fault

      you for your

      feelings

      nor expect

      you to heal

      on schedule

      I will let you

      heal, if you let

      ME help

      There I have

      said it… . now

      I patiently await

      your response

      I never told you

      not to feel… .

      Sadness has its

      own grooves

      it carves

      But from it

      comes depth

      and truth and

      compassion

      if you dare allow

      the seeping

      Don’t pretend

      you are rock

      Remember,

      you are clay

      My clay

      that I form…

      And tragedy,

      loss and

      disappointment

      can make you

      a glorious

      vessel,

      Not by

      your

      molding,

      but by

      MINE

      You see

      so many

      trials and

      errors…

      But what

      I see is

      MY precious

      clay in

      My hand

      softened

      & shaped

      into such

      uniqueness,

      such

      exquisite

      form,

      nothing can

      compare

      So let the

      tears fall,

      let the walls

      crumble and

      let ME let you

      heal at last

      into the beauty

      I planned you

      to be from

      infancy

      black.jpg

      The Power of Humility

      When you admit

      failure,

      you need no longer

      cover your steps

      with pasted smiles

      and pretence

      When you admit

      you have failed,

      as all humans are

      apt to do,

      you no longer

      attempt

      to hold

      the place

      of GOD

      And at last

      admit you

      need

      the Son of Man

      Admission is not

      to humiliate

      you

      but instead

      to liberate,

      it opens the door,

      unblocks the heart

      and allows the

      river of tears

      to flow of

      their own accord,

      bringing with them

      the fresh water

      of a new spring

      Do not try

      to convince

      others or even

      yourself

      that you have not

      failed

      where you have

      or you will find

      pretence

      is your prison

      and your pride

      its guard

      From failure

      and its admission

      comes the

      radiant hope

      of humility

      and all it offers

      For humility

      leads to ME

      Humility humbles

      the hardened heart

      and allows

      MY grace

      to pour forth

      Do not despise

      humility,

      for with it

      I shall

      exalt you

      Was not MY SON

      the most humble

      of all,

      not regarding

      Himself as Divine,

      yielding to ME

      for your sakes?

      Humility is power,

      not power to control,

      but power to defeat

      pride and its entourage

      Power to liberate,

      to break the chains

      of bondage

      that has held

      humanity’s heart

      from the fall

      in the Garden

      It was through

      humility

      that you were

      set free,

      by MY SON,

      by MY SPIRIT,

      by MY LOVE

      Pride has not

      such a place,

      nor can it give

      you such a

      liberty,

      or be such a prize,

      or spoil from

      the battle

      that beleaguers

      your heart

      Failure and

      its admission

      means

      I AM the

      I AM

      and

      you My child

      It means you

      no longer

      need to

      parade

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