Just One of Those Times

 

 

Just one of those times

When I feel I should write

But there’s a problem here

For nothing is in sight.

 

Just one of those times

No topic on my mind,

There’s none I can find

None to which I am inclined.

 

Yet I am drawn to write

A poem of sorts,

If nothing comes soon

I’d be forced to abort.

 

Even all like now

As I type verse number four

There is no inspiration

But I’ll try some more.

Have patience I am told

Maybe something will unfold,

I am not warming to the task

Everything is cold.

 

This is verse number six

Still trying to get the right mix,

Really stretching my mind now

But can’t get out of this fix.

 

Any suggestion you can give

I’d readily welcome,

If it doesn’t come soon

You can bet I’ll be done.

 

Well it’s too late now

I am packing it up,

Writing without inspiration

Is certainly not my cup.

 

It was only recently

A good friend made a request

But I told her unless I am inspired

I cannot give my best.

 

“But you write well,” she said,

“It should be very easy for you.”

I reiterated, “Unless I am inspired

I cannot do what you require.”

 

That’s similar to right now;

I feel a need to write

But no matter how hard I try

Nothing comes out right.

So before I repeat myself

And bore you half to death

I’ll just repeat verse one

And wish you the best of health.

 

It’s just one of those times

When I feel I should write

But there’s a problem here

For nothing is in sight.

 

Stewart Russell © September 2017

 

God Has Spoken

 

 

No new revelation

It’s all in the Word,

Be cautious, I warn you,

Don’t be absurd.

 

No new thing

God has done it all,

And He inspired Moses, Isaiah,

John and Paul.

 

There are more

That He did inspire,

I entreat you in His Word

To enquire.

 

 

By His prophets

God has spoken,

And through all the apostles

By Jesus chosen.

 

 

Be aware, I warn you,

Don’t be absurd,

All God wants us to know

Is in His Word.

 

By prophets/apostles

Did He speak

But by His Son, in these times,

Does he speak.

 

We have the Word

Both living and written

As well as the Holy Spirit-

God has spoken.

 

God has spoken:

Hence, our only revelation,

And God has also spoken

Via His inspiration.

 

Holy men wrote

Whom God made holy

And they wrote as God dictated

By inspiration only.

 

 

Not by brilliance

Or by their own choice

But by God-inspired direction

As they heard His voice.

 

God’s only revelation

By God’s inspiration

And thirdly we have come to

Holy Spirit’s illumination.

 

The Spirit of Truth

Has already come

And we need to trust him

And no other one.

 

For there’s one God

And one Christ who came

As well as the one Holy Spirit

Who speaks in Jesus’ name.

 

 

‘Tis he that enlightens

And illuminates

The pages of Holy Scripture

Of which we partake.

 

The bread of life

Which is Jesus, the Word,

By whom we have salvation.

Haven’t you heard?

 

Stewart Russell © December 15, 2024

 

It Occurred to Me

Something occurred to me

That brought me back to earth,

Oft times I’ve been given more credit

Far more than I am worth.

I have a knack for writing

But I think it is mostly natural,

Not in the realm of the gifted

Nothing supernaturally special.

Some of my readers disagree

With the position that I hold,

They think I am specially gifted

I really think they are bold.

Often what I write astounds me,

I know I am not that bright

So I dare not take the credit,

Beyond me was a greater light.

A light that gave me insight

Far beyond my natural ability,

With which the idea originated

Followed by spiritual visibility.

Illumination and inspiration

Should not be confused with raw talent,

The latter is of natural source

The former is from heaven sent.

The two when synced together

Creates an extraordinary product

That turns one’s view from within

And propels it out and up.

Every good gift the Bible states

Comes down to us from heaven

So for me to take credit for such poems

I would be sadly mistaken.

So today I give God all the praise

Today I give Him all the credit

For without Him I can do nothing,

This has become my daily edict.

  

So my friend each time you read

A very special poem I write

Remember that it did occur to me

That I am not nearly that bright.

Stewart Russell © January 2019