When I See The Blue In The Sky

When I See The Blue In The Sky

By:Susan Y Nikitenko

2011

I think of your Amazing Grace;

When looking up- at your blue sky.

I know your love is looking down;

Even when, I'm questioning why.

You are merciful, you are kind;

You hear the weeping, hear the sigh.

And all along there's still a song;

Even through the tears I cry.

You see the picture plain as day;

Like a painted sunset a flow.

You've allowed this struggling;

You're desire is that I will grow.

Knowing you are merciful;

Knowing you are the All in All;

I see your mercy in the blue;

Looking up, I feel so small.

Do we deserve your great mercy?

Do we deserve your flawless love?

Did we deserve your perfect blood;

Or a promised home up above?

This sinful world, I see it's lies;

It fills my heart with inner cries.

I long to see your perfect face;

The one who died and gave me grace.

A perfect body with no pain;

A perfect place, no tears remain;

A perfect Savior, wipes them away;

A perfect home, a perfect day.

With perfect singing everywhere;

And perfect music in the air;

Perfect angels with perfect praise;

Perfect beauty and sun filled rays.

The blue heavens will open wide;

We will see you, walk by your side.

Hear you talk, while our hearts raise;

Our mouths break forth in instant praise.

We do not deserve your mercy.

We do not deserve your flawless love.

We did not deserve your perfect blood;

Nor a promised home up above.

When I see the blue in the sky:

I think of your Amazing Grace.

For I know heaven is my home;

And that you are my hiding place.

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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.