The Poetry of Bobby Brown

NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS FOR CHRISTIANS

It’s that time of year for resolutions

So let’s plan to do things right

Let’s all eat less and eat better

And never eat late at night

Let’s purpose in our hearts to exercise

To walk, to jog, and to strive

For your body is the temple of His spirit

Let’s revive to be fully alive

Let’s purpose in our hearts to pray

To be silent before God, alone

And to let His Spirit pray through us

As we joyfully approach His throne

Let’s purpose in our hearts to read the Bible

And to study to show ourselves approved

To be living epistles known and read to men

And like David, to not be moved

Let’s purpose in our hearts to go to church

And to seek His kingdom first

Forsaking not the assembling together

For in His Body, we shall not thirst

Let’s purpose in our hearts to witness to others

As we walk across life’s sod

To be not ashamed of the gospel of good news

And to just leave the rest to God

Let’s purpose in our hearts to do the right things

And to repent of all known sun

Then to trust in the Lord and walk in the Spirit

And to cherish His presence within

Let’s purpose in our hearts to claim the promises

For we are seated with our Christ above

And He who calls you shall also do it

For we’re more than conquerors, in His love…

Delight thyself in the Lord and He shall give thee the desires of your heart

Psalm37:4

WINTER

The skies are a murky shade of grey

A silence prevails throughout the day

The winds are brash, boisterous, bold

The nights come early, with the cold

The forests are empty the trees are bare

The animals sleep within their lair

The brooks and streams no longer flow

The fields are covered by the snow

The sun seems distant in the sky

The remnant birds can only sigh

The holidays came like a song

And now we endure, the winter, long

But the sun will return one future day

To chase those murky skies of gray

The flowers will bloom

The birds will sing

As we yearn for the blessed spring

WINTER IN NARNIA

The snows are falling softly

In the forests of Narnia’s land

It’s always winter, never Christmas

Because of the witch’s hand

For she has cast her spell

Being lifted up in pride

Turning the people into statues

Causing all the Narnians to hide

But rumor has it that Aslan

The true king from the north

Will return in power and glory

With warmth, as He comes forth

To bring the blessed springtime

The flowers and all things good

To revive the frozen people

But for now, there’s just

A lamppost in the wood

I FEEL “HIS” PLEASURE

I feel “His” pleasure, as I start my day

As in humble silence, I begin to pray

And the morning sunshine is pleasant to see

For God is smiling down on me

I feel “His” pleasure as I read His word

For the Spirit focuses what should be blurred

And I really don’t have to do the math

For it’s a light to my feet, a lamp to my path

Then I feel “His” pleasure in the afternoon

As He lifts me above this worldly swoon

And as I walk against the tide

He’ll strengthen me, He’s by my side

I feel “His” pleasure is the night

For He is my peace, He is my light

And He will never slumber, He will not sleep

As the deep is calling unto the deep

TO THE THESSALONIANS

We give thanks unto you

To each one and all

Mentioning you in prayer

For answering the call

We remember your work of faith

And your labor of love

And your patience and hope

In our God above

Knowing brethren your election

This final darker hour

For the Holy Spirit came to you

In assurance and in power

How you turned to God from idols

Here in the aftermath

And wait for His Son from heaven

Who’ll deliver you from the coming wrath…

ECHOES FROM EDEN

I hear the echoes from Eden

Every now and then

Where a created man and woman

Plunged the world into sin

And thousands of years later

The world can only sigh

For the echo has been silenced

By man, who’d multiply

I hear the echoes from Eden

Though faintly throughout the day

For millions and millions in Adam

Have all but gone astray

Adam, oh Adam, where are you

You’ve made a horrible choice

But to all who really listen

They’ll hear the echo, God’s voice…

Original Glory

I’ve heard of original sin, there in the original story

But seldom do I hear of original glory

We are now lost in Adam, fallen, depraved somehow

So could it be we were created, to be more than we are now

Image bearers of God, that’s what we should be

But the glory has faded, the truth we cannot see

Our countenance should be radiant, our Christ our all in all

Like Moses on the mountain, or Adam before the fall…

BE YE FILLED

Be ye filled with the Holy Spirit

What does that really mean

Probably to be confessed up to date

Purged, restored, cleaned

Maybe it means to read my Bible

To witness, to strive, to pray

And of course, to go to church

And to seek Him every day

Be ye filled with the Holy Spirit

Maybe I’ve only begun

To understand the deeper truth

Not my will, but Thine be done

Maybe it’s not even works

Maybe I need to see

That it’s not me having more of Him

But rather Him having more of me…

FRIEND

I’ll never leave or forsake you

I’ll be with you until the end

In fact, I no longer call you servant

Instead, I now call you friend

The hairs of your head are numbered

I’ll love you like no other

For there is a friend

That sticketh closer than a brother

And I’ll encompass you about

I’ll hear your every prayer

Whether shall you flee from my presence

For I am everywhere

A friend loveth at all times

So I need to make you see

That I am your invisible ally

And you’ve got a friend in me …

YE MUST BE BORN AGAIN

Ye must be born again, begotten from above

A child of the King, the object of His love

Buried with Him in baptism, never more to strive

Raised a new creation, to God, now fully alive

Ye must be born again, not of corruptible seed

But by the Word of God, this is man’s great need

To pass from death to life, according to the plan

Crucified, quickened, raised, filled, the one new man…

PSALM 63

God thou art my God

And this is my continual plea

In a dry and thirsty land

Early, will I seek thee

For I’ve seen thee in the sanctuary

In thy glory and thy power

Thy loving kindness is better than life

So I’ll praise thee every hour

And I will bless thee, while I live

For to thee, I am wed

I’ll meditate in the night watches

And remember thee, upon my bed

I shall praise thee, with joyful lips

And sing to you with my voice

My soul follows hard after thee

In the shadow of thy wings,

                                I rejoice!