Author: peterbaldwinpoet

Your Word

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“I hear your thoughts,
as though you speak.
And cherish the time,
when We meet.

“You’re precious to Me,
in faith and prayer.
And have a heart,
that is full of care.

“I know your thoughts,
I read your heart.
I embrace you as children,
because you do your part.

“Keep seeking and asking,
because I’m here.
I’m in control,
have no fear.

“The answers are coming,
they’re on the way.
Be of good cheer,
and look for the day.

“Faithful to answer,
I’m never early & never late.
Be steadfast and faithful,
it’s worth the wait.

“I love and embrace you,
I’ll honor you by My spirit.
Continue to seek My face,
and in the Spirit, you will see it.”

Happy Birthday Katherine!

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This poem is dedicated to my granddaughter, Katherine.

Katherine is having a birthday,
and that is really cool.
Before you know it,
she’ll be starting school.

But before that happens,
we’ll have some birthday fun.
Candy, treats, ice cream, & cake,
a pinata, and more until we’re done.

Because birthdays are very exciting,
I have something very special to share.
Besides presents and lots of love,
a giant cupcake, because I care.

We’ll share this wonderful day,
with this very special girl.
Flopsy Rabbit, Mopsy, & Cottontail,
I’m not sure, but she’s a pearl.

She never lets me out of the house,
without her huggy-wuggies.
Something special for both of us,
to share and make fond memories.

I know for sure,
when this day is through,
I’ll be more tired,
I’m sure than you.

So enjoy your birthday while it’s here,
it only lasts for a day.
You’re next birthday is not to far,
and you’re already on the way.

The Call

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I just called to say I love you,
you have no worries or cares.
Every moment of the day,
you’re always in my prayers.

Life is a battle,
from beginning to end.
It’s important to have,
a very strong friend.

Someone to rely on,
through thick & thin.
Who, in every battle,
guarantees the win.

Nothing is hidden,
He sees & knows all.
And here is His number,
just give him a call.

Inspiration

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I find the words so hard to write,
or even speak the words in prayer.
It matters neither day or night,
if I’m alone or someone’s there.

When I’m led by the Holy Spirit,
the words just seem to flow.
He speaks, and I write,
but sometimes I write too slow.

Sometimes I don’t understand,
the words that I write.
But when the work is finished,
everything comes to life.

The Holy Spirit is so faithful,
He never lets me down.
As long as my heart is open,
and I listen for His sound.

The words are God-inspired,
sometimes to comfort and to heal.
But always with a purpose,
for God’s Word is always real.

Sometimes when it’s finished,
I feel the need for more.
Then I must remember,
it’s God who opened the door.

So in all and in everything,
it’s always under God’s grace.
Absorb all God has,
with a smile on your face.

Memorial Day: The Last Monday in May

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A day of tribute, honor, & prayer,
to all those who left something there.
Not only those who gave it all,
but also those who saw one fall.

Those who were there and lost a friend,
have a memory that will never end.
Not only today, but everyday,
they take time to stop and pray.

War is tragedy that you can’t explain,
nobody knows who is to blame.
The price we pay is way too high,
especially when we say good-bye.

Nobody in war ever dies alone,
on the field, or here at home.
The military knocks at your door,
“I’m sorry, another casualty of war.”

What will ever pay the cost,
for the family that has suffered loss.
When all is given for this nation,
will a medal or citation.

The scars of war are not on the skin,
instead, the heart buried deep within.
Nothing anyone wants to talks about,
never able to pour it out.

We’re never the same as before,
for war cripples our very core.
We may come back in on piece,
but our memories will never cease.

So, for this Monday in the month of May,
take time to reflect and time to pray.
Remembering those who answered freedom’s call,
all gave some, some gave all.

Yet, in the midst of all this despair,
when the world is so unfair.
I find hope for life in only One,
and that is God’s very Son.

He’s the One who cares for me,
without Him, I wouldn’t be.
There’s nothing greater than His Grace,
He’s always there, whatever I face.

So trust Him in all you do,
He will always see you through.
He’ll never allow what you can’t bear,
He’ll shelter you in His Loving Care.

Communion with God

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On the day of Pentecost,
the Anointing fell from on High.
The Apostles burst forth in power,
no longer uttering their fearful sigh.

The day had finally arrived,
that Jesus spoke about.
The world was being turned upside down,
as the Holy Spirit was speaking out.

The Apostles now understood all parables,
knowledge came in like a flood.
Including the Last Supper,
when He offered His Body and Blood.

In John 6:66,
many of His followers turned away.
Yet the twelve Jesus called,
remained with Him that day.

Those that left couldn’t understand,
the spiritual value being taught.
They didn’t realize who Jesus was,
their time with Him was for naught.

We partake in His death and resurrection,
when His Body and Blood we share.
A reminder of all He’s done for us,
always faithful and always there.

Communion is having fellowship,
in remembrance of the Lord.
Sharing His Body and Blood,
bound with an unbreakable cord.

The remembrance brings us to the cross,
where Jesus suffered and died.
We are washed clean and set free,
by His precious blood applied.

We no longer belong to this world,
we’re renewed and set apart.
Our home is clean and swept,
that home is our new heart.

So listen to that still, small voice,
that speaks within our heart.
It’s the Holy Spirit speaking,
listen to what he imparts.

Alive at 45

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This poem is dedicated to my wife, in honor of our 45th anniversary.

Most couples never get,
to celebrate their 45th.
Even fewer yet have a chance,
to celebrate their 50th.

It takes work and faith in God,
it’s a milestone not many achieve.
But with God, all is possible,
if you have faith to believe.

It’s not an easy voyage,
there are many ups and downs.
The up times bring a smile,
and the down times bring frowns.

Even from the very start,
life becomes a season of change.
We no longer live for self,
but we need to rearrange.

We now live for each other,
as two try to become one.
A mix of many ingredients,
sprinkled with lots of fun.

Sometimes the mix is lacking,
it just doesn’t turn out right.
That’s when things go bad,
and causes us to fight.

I need to always remember,
that it’s not always about me.
I no longer live for self,
but live to make us happy.

The main ingredient is God,
and lot of times, I leave Him out.
It makes me really wonder,
all the times I had doubt.

But when I leave it in His Hands,
all things work out right.
The darkness fades away,
the future looks very bright.

538 months,
seems like forever.
It’s only been a long, long time,
to start to get it together.

I’m so happy, with God’s help,
I’m starting to get it right.
Drawn to safety from the stormy sea,
by the peace and calm of God’s light.

There’s so much more I’d like to write,
but the words elude me now.
I’m just so happy and so glad,
I kept my hands on the plow.

It won’t be another 45,
because it’s not the times of life.
But through it all, and all, and all,
I’m so glad you’re still my wife.

So happy anniversary to you my dear,
is what I’m trying to say.
I love you and thank God,
we’ve reached this special day.