David Timothy Holdsworth   (DTH)
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21 days, 21 poems, 1 book. #TheWriteAngle
Joined 29 October 2016


21 days, 21 poems, 1 book. #TheWriteAngle
Joined 29 October 2016
25 MAY 2020 AT 3:37

Angelos:

You may not see me, but I am near.
Travel through time.
Travel through space.
Travel through eternity.
Some have entertained me, but were not aware.
The infants, ill, and dying see me most, as I bless them with the heavenly hosts.
You are not alone, we are around you, just as we stand before his throne.
I repeat, you are not alone.
Messengers of love and truth walk among mortal men.
You are not alone as we guide you home.

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:36

The Divine Kiss:

For such a time as this,
The divine kiss.
God gives us position,
For the great commission.
His cause,
The greatest there ever was.
Unique character of our time,
Behold the shift in paradigm.
Clothe yourself in His apparel,
Neglect his voice at your peril.
No to cowardly sins,
Either way God wins!
For such a time as this,
The divine kiss.

(This piece won a prize at allpoetry.com. Influenced by Esther 4:14).

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:33

Eden:

Perfection itself,
How we have lost paradise.
Eden falls.
Life is lost.
Nature, spirit and eternity crushed to earth.
We need a cure O God.
We need love.
We need You.
Keeper of life.
Restorer of faith.
Defender of eternity.
JESUS
Calvary slays death.
You are freedom.
You are life.
Without money, without price help us choose LIFE.
Eden rises.
Amen.

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:32

Prodigal:

Here I go again, Lord.
Ever the Prodigal, losing sight of you.
Listening to the demons and eating with the pigs.
You offer an inheritance, the love of Abba, a future.
Yet I stumble, I fall.
"Pleasure" is as the vapor and endures for a short while, but then fades away.
Forgive me Father and strengthen me your servant, your son.
Help me draw close to you with a great embrace, to resist the devil so he will flee from me - and from thee protecting me.
Save me Lord.
Amen.

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:31

Celtic Cross:

Tall, dark, towering, decorated with curves and angles.
Sign of the people, the passion, and the place.
The circle of life and resurrection.
Hands once held there, feet once nailed.
The inscription King of the Jews The reality King of all kings.
The King of the Celts died here.
Slain to reconcile man to God.
Art and heritage combine.
The story unfolds as it is retold.
God of our fathers bless us.
Bless us in the shadow of thy cross.

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:30

From the Heart:

Life is a mix of emotions in the many matters of the heart:
FROM THE HEART
Sorrow at the loss of a friend,
Joy at the marriage feast of the Lamb.
FROM THE HEART
Fear and anger at gunmen on beach,
Heart beating for a better world.
FROM THE HEART
Recognition of my own imperfections,
Hope and celebration at our anniversary.
FROM THE HEART
O HEART, BREAK FOR HATE AND IMPERFECTION
O HEART, BEAT FOR LOVE, JOY, PEACE AND JUSTICE.
(Written a number of years ago as I reflected on both the state of the world and personal life).

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:28

The Pig of No Compassion:

Would we rather love winning?
Or the pig of a loveless comfort zone?
Would we rather a man be provided for? Or the pig of no compassion?
Would we rather a man be clothed?
Or the pig of humiliation? Would we rather a man be housed? Or the pig of homelessness? Would we rather a man be healed? Or the pig of demonic legions? Would we rather God's kingdom advancing? Or the pig of the world, the flesh and the devil?
We want love, provision, clothing, a home, His kingdom! Let's treat others as we would like to be treated.
Whatsoever we do to the least of these brothers we do unto Jesus. Therefore, let's choose compassion, not the pigs.

(Influenced by the story of The Rich Man and Lazurus).

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:26

Hope in Jesus:

What happens when I die?
The voice of angels that do not cry.
Ladder to heaven.
Death has won?
Nay, Life has won.
Death: where is her sting, where is her victory?
No shame in dying, no shame in living.
Crushed to earth, but rising again.
In Christ alone my hope is found.
What happens when you die?
The voice of angels that do not cry?

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:23

Legions of Hope:

We are the legions of hope.
We are his hands and feet.
We are the chosen.
Gifted by Grace,
Gifted to serve.
Called out of darkness,
Called to the light.
Voices in the wilderness,
His voice for the oppressed.
By His grace alone
We are the legions of hope.

(This piece won a prize at allpoetry.com).

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25 MAY 2020 AT 3:22

Time:

Time goes marching on.
Many an empire has come and gone.
Yet we remain.
Watching the ticking clock and the sifting sands of time.
Time goes marching on.
Many a friend has been and gone.
Yet we remain.
Watching the ticking clock and the sifting sands of time.
Time goes marching on.
Many a soul has been lost and won.
Yet we remain.
Watching the ticking clock and the sifting sands of time.
Time goes marching on.
When our time comes, if we are remembered or not, will the love sown remain as time goes marching on?

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