Poems & Stories

There Will Come A Time

Design_Rainbowthere will come a time
when the storm will pass
the clouds will break
and the sun will shine

but for a moment
sorrows last
soon you’ll embrace
the joy you find

there will come a time
when the fire dies
the smoke will clear
you’ll breathe once more

and from the ashes
you will rise
each loss to forge
an open door

there will come a time
when the mountain’s scaled
the conquered valley
now in view

and though you’ve stumbled
fallen, failed
your strength
will finally be renewed

there will come a time
when wars will cease
the endless, raging battle
won

a healing song
will be released
and through it
you’ll have overcome

there will come a time
when fear is gone
tears, sorrow, pain
will be no more

from burdened lives
we will move on
through heaven’s waiting
open door

 

Photo Credit: Full double rainbow.jpg – Wikimedia Commons

Door to Freedom

Open Door from Google ImagesWhat is this load that you carry?
I see you are weary –
Life weighs you down

What is this burden you bear?
You’ve no one to share
Your unspoken prayers, your secret fears
Your hidden tears

What is this sorrow that lies
Behind downcast eyes
Would you be surprised to realize
That someone has seen
And heard
And known
Your heart?

Before God your heart is laid bare
And this I declare
That before the foundations of the world
He knew –
Proclaimed that you would need a Savior

And He alone could provide
He alone would decide
To suffer, to die – and yet to rise
Because you were His pearl of great price

Do you not know? Have you not heard?

It is finished
Your debt paid in full

It is finished
Your sins are no more

It is finished
Lay that burden down
Wear His joy for your crown

It is finished
Your Savior has come
The only One
Who owns the key
Who is the Door
To freedom

(Originally posted by Jen on FaithWriters, Helium Network, & the Nightlight Blog)

The Artist

it was a worthless
piece of wood
thrown carelessly
in a pile of rubble
and destined for the fire

none would consider
that it could become
anything of value
but he
saw something different

carefully taking
the splintered wood
in his rugged hands
he set
to work his design

skillfully chiseling away
the rugged edges
and forging carved beauty
in the remains
the work of art began to take form

it was a labor of love
and he did not rest
until he was finished
and after relentless, meticulous toil
it was finally complete

he raised his masterpiece
toward heaven
tenderly admiring
the work of his hands
and whispered, “it is good”
breathing life upon his new creation

he is more than a carpenter

he is an artist
and a creator
transforming what is ordinary and useless
in the sight of the world
into something of infinite value

 

poetry by j.e. fernandez

Photo Credit: Carpentry Workshop | IQRemix | Flickr

Questions and Answers

Snodonia Mines Area from Google Images, Wikipediawhy the hunger and the thirst,
why the war and death and grief?
why the sickness with no cure
and the pain with no relief?

why the child without a home
and the outcast with no friend?
why the family without hope
and the suffering without end?

why the questions without answers
and the life that ends too soon?
what’s the purpose for this madness
God, dare i question you?

when will you enter in?
will you ever intervene?
can’t you simply lift your hand
to end this suffering?

and yet, you turn to me
a question for my ears…
do i not realize
i can answer my own prayers?

can i not lift my hands
to heal the hurt i see?
can i not enter in,
can i not intervene?

you suffered on the cross
and bore our every pain
then gave to us the work
told us go do the same

and i’m beginning now to see
that the answer lies with me
the things i’ve left undone
the pain that i’ve refused to see

the cries that i’ve ignored
the lives that i’ve betrayed
by turning from their eyes
choosing numbness over pain

how can i question God?
how can i complain?
i cast on him the blame
when it is i who bear the shame

 

poem copyright Jenna Fernandez

What Am I Here For?

Blog_TrackWalkingwhat am i here for
if not to be
more than a shell
that moves and breathes
more than an empty
lifeless corpse
existing, untouched
unscathed, unhurt

what am i here for
if not to touch
the thorns of life
the sting of love
to see the flower
blossom, grow
then wither, fade
in winter’s snow

what am i here for
if not to taste
joy and sorrow
pleasure, pain
to feel the breath
of summer’s sun
yet when it burns
refuse to run

what am i here for
if not to hold
the warmth of life
‘til it grows cold
to walk in suffering’s
weary shoes
to cherish scars
to win, to lose

what am I here for
beyond this life
wrought with toil
and bitter strife
beyond myself
beyond my needs
beyond my loss
beyond my greed

what am i here for
if not to live
for more than what
this earth can give
more than the dreams
of mortal man
could ever place
within my hands

 

Source: Living with Legacy in Mind

Photo Credit: Walking – Free images on Pixabay

Though Earth Give Way

Blog_CurtainOfWaterthough earth give way
and mountains shall crumble
and all that we’ve trusted
one day will fail

the curtain’s been torn
between light and darkness
and in the end, light
will always prevail

Source: Where Are You God?

Photo Credit: File:Curtain of Water.JPG – Wikimedia Commons

Everything in its Season

Blog_PathwayI’ve never asked the sun to shine, but still it does
I’ve never asked for rainy skies, yet still they come

I’ve never asked the wind to blow
I’ve never asked for winter snow
I’ve never asked for evening stars but still, they are

I’ve never asked for spring’s relief, yet seasons turn
I’ve never asked for summer heat, and still it burns

I’ve never asked for falling leaves
I’ve never asked for forest trees
I’ve never asked for flowers to grow, but Lord—You know

Everything comes in its season
Governed by power unseen
Change comes to our lives for a reason
Revealed only in eternity

Our lives are an intricate tapestry
Woven with perfect design
Every joy, every pain writes our destiny
Born with love from the dawn of time

You know every need, and You meet it
Before we can whisper a prayer
You’re working although we can’t see it
Your purpose will one day be clear

(Originally posted by Jen on the Tears of Joy Blog)