Lifted Higher
Sometimes my sins cascade upon me
like a waterfall of memories
a multitude of erroneous choices
unfrozen from captivity of time
splashing unrelenting
in an unbearable burden of guilt
crushing me into a sobbing heap.
Broken
collapsed under the weight
two nail-scarred hands
gently lift me up
and collect my tears
"Those sins are mine now
I paid for them a long time ago"
In pure amazement
I close my eyes
and draw nearer unto him
with every simple word of prayer
that I utter
and I am so thankful
for the sweet blessings
of his comforting presence.
Only through Him
for Him
by Him
can I be lifted higher.
© D.B.Hall 5/20/2016
It Shall Be
I fear not the darkness that abounds on Facebook and TV
For “heavens shall vanish like smoke... the earth shall wax old”
The duality of Light and Dark cannot abide within sanctity of me
I believe in the love of Jesus, His arms forever willingly unrolled
There is within my cleansed sinner’s soul an eternal hope
A shining candle burning in salvation’s everlasting light
That simply accords to me an inner ability to cope
Leaving a steely resolve to never quit this spiritual dogfight
As for me, these mortal bones I am ready and willing to shed
I see gorgeous gossamer clouds have gathered all around
Occasionally split by a few slivers of vibrant azure threads
Can you too almost hear that glorious trumpet sound?
When in victory our resurrected Savior returns for you and me
In a moment, in a twinkling of an eye, as lightning, so shall it be
© D.B. Hall 8/4/2015
Cascade
Cascade down on me
Blessings from above
Blessings pulled from
The One filled with love
Cascade down on me
Blessings like waterfalls of love
Fill me with your light
Hope and eternal wonder
Let me go into the night
Searching for ones going under
Cascade down on me
A passion like roaring thunder
Cascade down on me
Blessings from above
Cascade down on me
Your strength and eternal love
Cascade down on me
Like a million turtledoves
Give me your desire
To reach out to the lost
To the uttermost
No matter the cost
Cascade down on me
Like tears from the cross
Cascade down on me
Your Love eternally
© D. B. Hall 9/21/2013
If That Isn’t Love
We waddle in our own small worlds full of self-pity
And think of our own burdens, alas and oh, poor me,
But what comes to my pondering mind
Is what transpired in another place and time
When a man climbed up a hill called Mount Calvary
Stretched forth willing arms and died upon a tree
I think of the crown of thorns that pierced His brow
That He wore thinking of you and me even now
Upon that cross, He bore the world’s sins upon His breast
Imagine the cat o’ nine tails, the pain too much to digest
Holy blood ran from jagged tears on his back and chest
Gasping for a breath of air, in ultimate agony, unable to rest
With love still in His eyes, His last breath was spent
Skies darkened, sun was hid, and the temple veil was rent
From a simple stable manger of a lowly birth
Full of love and compassion He had walked upon this earth
Not caring about high places or a royal throne
Just a loving caring person, no home of His own
Living in truth, each and every lesson that He taught
Did He suffer the pain of the cross for naught?
Of the final redeeming blood, every drop was caught
To the heavenly Father, His own blood He brought
In spite of it all, His death still agonizing, slow
If that isn’t love, then what is? I don’t know
David publishes under the pen name of D.B. Hall is a published poet who has worked on various poetry projects with many distinguished artists from all over the world. He has been published on The Rubio Report, Madness Muse Magazine, as well as on the Susan B. Komen Facebook page. As the creative director, editor and major contributor, David’s first book of spiritual rustic Americana poetry, Splintered Crosses is a fulfillment of his mother’s request.
His second book of poetry, Pebbles in the Stream, came from an opportunity with Creative Talents Unleashed publishing and blossomed from his love of all things nature, from midnight walks to interactions with God’s opus – thunderstorms. Since aligning with the creative juices that flow at CTU, David has been fortunate to be featured in two of their anthologies - Poetic Melodies and Shades of the Same Skin and be the creative director on a third - Poetic Shadows: Ink and the Sword. Allpoetry.com has also featured one of David’s poems in their Anthology Reflections. David also had several poems published in Symphony of Souls Anthology. David now resides in a small town nestled off the Blue Ridge Mountains. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit. David loves working in his shop making custom crafts from wood gathered from long walks in the forest or from recycled materials.