Poetry

Caleb DesJardins

Life is not a spectator sport The Great Omission. The sin of, The abscence. The act of not acting. The denial of, The distracted with The lack of even trying. The useless, The forgetful, The blank stare of the unwilling. The moot of The neglect of The life that I was sinning. The Great Commission The trut...

Caleb DesJardins

I've had this issue for years. Pushing through the crowds, Its time to conquer my fears. Its not an audience that he wants But the touch of the sincere. I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy But if I could just touch that hem, I could be healed. If I could just touch the end, the tip of your grace would be sufficient...

Caleb DesJardins

I see chains. I see the bondage of these reins. Crack the whip. Show the crimson man who is master of days. Master Doubt, Master Worry, Master Guilt, Master Pains. Slave masters to this generation. It drains. Drains it from the strength it contains. But I hear a voice, A sound of rushing mighty wind, it p...

Caleb DesJardins

Prosperity is the wine of fools. Drunk with the world and its fortune and fame You get the pleasures for a season But the eternal season remains. Reaching to attain a prize that can never be gained. A few good memories of a life that will one day be undone. Sand castles when the storms come are only dust and...

Caleb DesJardins

Oh, if we knew the power of that precious blood, what would we do? Would we sit on folded hands? Surely we would shout a mighty shout of thanks. Or would we revell in our own demands? When waters of life wash away hope, would we trust the solid rock that stands? Dost the Rock of Ages build our house? Or we labo...

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	Life is not a spectator sport (Preview) Life is not a spectator sport The Great Omission. The sin of, The abscence. The act of not acting. The denial of, The distracted with The lack of even trying. The useless, The forgetful, The blank stare of the unwilling. The moot of The neglect of The life that I was sinning. The Great Commission The trut...	Caleb DesJardins	0	732	Nov 19, 2011 by Caleb DesJardins
	Hem (Preview) I've had this issue for years. Pushing through the crowds, Its time to conquer my fears. Its not an audience that he wants But the touch of the sincere. I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy But if I could just touch that hem, I could be healed. If I could just touch the end, the tip of your grace would be sufficient...	Caleb DesJardins	0	547	Nov 19, 2011 by Caleb DesJardins
	Abolitionist (Preview) I see chains. I see the bondage of these reins. Crack the whip. Show the crimson man who is master of days. Master Doubt, Master Worry, Master Guilt, Master Pains. Slave masters to this generation. It drains. Drains it from the strength it contains. But I hear a voice, A sound of rushing mighty wind, it p...	Caleb DesJardins	0	652	Nov 19, 2011 by Caleb DesJardins
	Life, the pyrrhic victory (Preview) Prosperity is the wine of fools. Drunk with the world and its fortune and fame You get the pleasures for a season But the eternal season remains. Reaching to attain a prize that can never be gained. A few good memories of a life that will one day be undone. Sand castles when the storms come are only dust and...	Caleb DesJardins	0	652	Nov 19, 2011 by Caleb DesJardins
	The Ungrateful Blood Donor Recipient (Preview) Oh, if we knew the power of that precious blood, what would we do? Would we sit on folded hands? Surely we would shout a mighty shout of thanks. Or would we revell in our own demands? When waters of life wash away hope, would we trust the solid rock that stands? Dost the Rock of Ages build our house? Or we labo...	Caleb DesJardins	0	576	Nov 18, 2011 by Caleb DesJardins
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