World Within

 World Within

Oh, The beauty of the forest streams;

Where high above the eagle screams,

And from the mountains echoes call;

I hear a distant waterfall.

I walk the rocks along the stream;

I ponder this a wondrous scene.

Natures smells and sights and sounds;

God’s blessings everywhere abound.

Pink Rhododendron in full bloom;

I bow to smell it’s sweet perfume,

And As my eyes lift up I see;

There stands a deer, he looks at me.

He stands just by the waters edge;

To watch him drink a privilege.

Then off he runs through yonder trees;

And disappears through forest leaves.

I feel so very blessed today;

To see His wonders on display.

For through them He calls out to man;

“I have a purpose, I have a plan.”

For by design He made us all.

The fields, the trees, and mountains tall.

The deer beside the flowing stream;

Speaks of our God who can Redeem.

When the thunderbolts bring rain;

When whipping winds swirl cross the plains.

It's in the harshness of rolling storms;

Our God rebuilds, remolds, transforms.

For in this world of natures thrills;

Like flowers spread across the hills.

There is a world that’s set a apart;

It is the world within your heart.

What world does now abide in you?

A place of peace and morning dew?

Or thirsting desert wasting ‘way.

That lives in night, while it is day?

Or troubled, drowning in a sea;

Crying out, Oh God, Save Me?

Or in a tear filled day of grief;

Does Your heart beg for God's relief?

Content are you, within His care?

Or find that now your heart is bare?

Remember friend, He's always there.

Let not your bitter heart ensnare.

And as He touched this world with all;

It’s blessing, like the waterfall.

He’ll touch the heart that trust in Him;

With His sweet peace and rest within.

Isaiah 26:3

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.

By: Susan Y Nikitenko
Witten 2009, Revised 2010

Our Struggle Comes When Our Faith Is Tested.Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include Site Name And Link Back To This Blog. Thank-You.

Rare Flowers

Rare Flowers

If I found beautiful rare flowers;

I’d share this beauty with you.

In hopes that you would receive it;

And enjoy its fine beauty too.

God is the God of miracles;

This saying, though old, is true.

From the gleaming sun of creation;

To the loveliest orchid of blue.

From whispering winds of refreshment;

To showering splashes of streams.

From beautiful fields of flowers;

Colorful rainbows, bright stars and dreams.

Each an amazing miracle;

Bringing faith to a doubting heart.

God’s hand has created great fountains;

In dry cold desert places of dark.

On dead soil, a desert lay waste;

Until the hand of God intervenes.

The miracle hand of God’s grace;

Sprouts flowers in places not seen.

I have, found beautiful rare flowers;

Not known to the natural man.

Found in the places of God’s touch.

Flowers of faith, I hold in my clutch.

I will not keep this treasure to self;

But cast their beauty to the wind.

And ask the Lord to direct their flow.

Empty deserts, may you bloom and grow.

And as the Lord looked upon the deep;

A lifeless flow without form or void.

Transformed the dead, to light and life;

Filled with flowers, now so enjoyed.

I know a heart can be flowerless;

Dead and dark, in coldness and despair.

But the God of miracles and love;

Transforms, and makes alive, He cares.

Replaces the stones of deadness,

Replaces the spaces of dread,

With New Life, and fountains of His Joy;

He raises a soul from the dead.

Please take the flowers of kindness.

Please receive the flower of Grace.

Jesus died and arose in power.

Your heart can be transformed this hour.

May your heart bloom and shine in His grace;

When you see His gift of love so true.

Let the flower of faith bring life to you.

His great Salvation, will make you new.

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

Revised July 8th, 2010

Ephesians

2:8-10

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:

Not of works, lest any man should boast.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

Revised July 8th 2010

(I changed flower to orchid 2022)

Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include Site Name And Link Back To This Blog. Thank-You.

Rare Flowers By: Susan Y Nikitenko

This poem is about what happens on the inside

 when someone finds salvation in Christ Jesus.

Creation/ Salvation

Rare Flowers

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

Revised July 8th, 2010

If I found beautiful rare flowers;

I’d share this beauty with you.

In hopes that you would receive it;

And enjoy its fine beauty too.

God is the God of miracles;

This saying, though old, is true.

From the gleaming sun of creation;

To the loveliest orchid of blue.

From whispering winds of refreshment;

To showering splashes of streams.

From beautiful fields of flowers;

Colorful rainbows, bright stars and dreams.

Each an amazing miracle;

Bringing faith to a doubting heart.

God’s hand has created great fountains;

In dry cold desert places of dark.

On dead soil, a desert lay waste;

Until the hand of God intervenes.

The miracle hand of God’s grace;

Sprouts flowers in places not seen.

I have, found beautiful rare flowers;

Not known to the natural man.

Found in the places of God’s touch.

Flowers of faith, I hold in my clutch.

I will not keep this treasure to self;

But cast their beauty to the wind.

And ask the Lord to direct their flow.

Empty deserts, may you bloom and grow.

And as the Lord looked upon the deep;

A lifeless flow without form or void.

Transformed the dead, to light and life;

Filled with flowers, now so enjoyed.

I know a heart can be flowerless;

Dead and dark, in coldness and despair.

But the God of miracles and love;

Transforms, and makes alive, He cares.

Replaces the stones of deadness,

Replaces the spaces of dread,

With New Life, and fountains of His Joy;

He raises a soul from the dead.

Please take the flowers of kindness.

Please receive the flower of Grace.

Jesus died and arose in power.

Your heart can be transformed this hour.

May your heart bloom and shine in His grace;

When you see His gift of love so true.

Let the flower of faith bring life to you.

His great Salvation, will make you new.

Ephesians

2:8-10

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:

Not of works, lest any man should boast.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

Revised July 8th 2010

(I changed flower to orchid 2022)

All My Poetry Is Free For Christian Bible Centered Ministries And Must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Information Must Also Be Included. All Other Purposes Are With Written Permission Only. All Rights Reserved