Truth, Courage, and Wisdom

 Then he said, “Beware! Guard against every kind of greed. Life is not measured by how much you own.” (Luke 12:15)

I see smiles on the faces and happiness in photos

But is it really joy?

I see wealth and prosperity

But is it really riches?

I see toys and trinkets on display and magic in commercials

But is that satisfaction?

I see work being done and nothing achieved

Is that really innovation?

I see masks to alter what You created

Is this really perfection?

Your Word speaks something different.

I know it.

I know it.

But is knowing truly knowing,

If I do not a thing here to show it?

Oh Lord teach us wisdom and where to be rich

Oh Lord give us rest and let us find, the true way to be blessed

Give us the day and please set us right

Or we will perish in our facade, not knowing why

Your Word speaks life that is different from ours

We know it.

We know it.

Lord give us the wisdom and the truth,

Then the courage to show it.

Nowhere Worthy

Wandering You found me Lord.

Lost out in a desert,

I once called home.

You saw through to the heart of me.

I collapsed, weakened to my knees.

With You, I am never alone.

I called You King.

I called You Mighty.

I said all manner of words, I did not know.

You saw me wandering,

You saw me lonely,

I could not turn back.

Where would I go?

Torn apart You found me Lord.

Holding on tightly.

To a blade of grass caught, up, in a strong wind.

You looked down into me, from the heavens.

Your hand held out large enough, to shelter me in.

You calmed the winds, right there with a whisper.

I held onto Your pinky, with a trembling grip.

I called You King.

I called You Mighty.

I said all manner of words, I did not know.

You saw me shaking and battered,

You saw me all alone,

I could not turn back.

Where would I go?

Filthy, smelling, and soiled with sin,

You saw me Lord.

Hiding away from You in the octopus ink, of dark.

Your eyes met mine with a smile,

Enflaming my soul to dance, in Your arms of feather, and stone.

Chilled down to my core,

You held onto me tightly.

As Your strong voice, sang me, sweetly home.

I called You Savior.

I called You Redeemer.

I called You all manner of names,

I at once, came to know.

You saw my sin.

You called me home.

Not looking back now.

Nowhere worthy, of You to go.

You saw my sin.

You still called me home.

No turning back now.
Nowhere else worthy, of You to go.

A Rose Petaled Double Sword

The Lord gave me this poem to share with all of you.

I think it’s a beautiful way of portraying our Lord and savior Jesus Christ and how He provides us comfort and salvation when we are lost, justice for when we are hurting, and tender conviction and forgiveness when we’re sinful.

He truly is the rose petaled double sword; both beautiful and piercing. This poem has brought me closer to Him in His fullness and I pray it will also bless you.

A Rose Petaled Double Sword by God through Crystal Boggs

I can’t prevent hell from coming.

I can’t pull heaven down, to come to me right now.

There’s nothing my eyes can do.

Nothing my mind can agree to.
It’s all in your hands.

I’m choosing today to let the walls down.

And let you do what you find it necessary to do.

Do as you will my spirit is still.

Mold me which way you will.

Tears are falling on the cheeks you made

My circumstances, have not changed.

On my own I move a step to the front

Then miles back, the way I left

If I surrender all You promise,

Not to leave me the way I left.

So come back home to where my heart is,

My Lord I can do nothing of myself

So come back home to where my heart is,

My Lord I can do nothing of myself

The enemy is on the horizon his claws are scratching your word in tears, from out my heart

The name of Jesus my first love sends him away, and here we are

Standing heart to flesh closer than we were 

Oh, the sweetness of my savior

Standing closer to me right now, than ever before we were

Voiceless I kneel before you, arms raised in surrender fair

Eyes closed so glad my saviors found my soul here, bare raised up to see

Surrendering my hold on all things temporal

As I am, He has, raised me

Clearly it is you are, as you stand remaking who I am

You are the Potter and I am the clay, being molded in your hands.

I’m home where once I had only, the coldness in my bones

If only I had surrendered sooner, quicker would I have known

The feeling of heart to flesh that is, the nearness of my Lord

Compassion and power, love and justice.

The rose petaled double sword.

All that He is, now inside of me.

The rose petaled double sword. 

All that He is, now inside of me

The rose Petaled double sword.

Samaritan Lady

The following poem is one that I wrote a few months prior through the Lord and is based on the story from the Bible of the Samaritan woman that Jesus met at the well.

This woman was one who wouldn’t have expected a Jewish man to approach her, being that the Samaritans and the Jewish people were not on the best of terms. But Jesus met her anyway and even asked her for a drink of water.

The woman questions Jesus who offers her the living water that only Jesus can provide.

The world gives us all sorts of pleasures that run dry quickly and leave us only in want, wanting more. So it makes sense that the woman is excited about this living water as we should all needs be. And she asks Jesus where she can get some.

Jesus tells her to get her husband and we soon learn of this woman’s particular thirst as Jesus tells her that she has had 5 husbands and isn’t married to the one she is with. (John 4:1-18)

I wrote this poem when I was sitting down and thinking of meeting face to face some of the people in the Bible and what I would say to them.

This story holds a tender place in my heart for I can surely relate to this woman’s need for the living water only Jesus has to offer which I know so many of us desire and require even if we don’t always realize it.

My thirst for a long time was for love from men in particular but your thirst can be for anything the world offers that doesn’t eternally satisfy. Don’t worry we all have them.

It could be for money and wealth, drugs, food, pornography, men, women, love, likes, approval, perfection, success, a thin body, youthfulness, anything that this world offers that one can demand, pay for, or climb over others to get. Anything the world offers on which is written in invisible but tangible ink, “Will Thirst Again.”

I pray this poem blesses you today and you come face to face with something I pray we may all come to realize that the only water that never runs dry is the well of life offered up through the blood of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Samaritan lady at the well.

Do you know now that your knees are made for prayer and service to the one who created you in His image,

And not for servitude to the pleasures and whims of a man?

Samaritan lady at the well.

How did your life change after a week of meeting Jesus?

Were you able to give your life to Him and never look behind you like Lots wife did?

Were you able to drink forever from the Messiah’s living water forever once and for all?

Samaritan lady.

Here I am.

I am at the well.

I have tasted and found His water cool and refreshing too.

I have tasted and found it faithful and fulfilling.

But I have turned away.

Samaritan woman if you saw me at the well come morning and knew my story, what would you say?

What would you tell me so I am more convinced as you were that afternoon?

And more than ready to surrender my life and my body away?

In your sin He helped you.

In your sin He felt you.

A week later on, did He keep you?

Samaritan lady you were fearless when you confronted your neighbors who shunned you because of your sin.

You weren’t afraid to approach them to share Jesus with them who wasn’t afraid to approach you in the midst of the life He knew too, that you were in.

Samaritan lady I am more frightened than faithful.

I run to men that God has made, more than to the God that men should fear.

Was that what it was like for you?

I want to know my worth in the Lord.

I want to remember every morning and every moment of the day,

That my knees are meant for prayer and praise to the one who never tells a lie.

That my feet are meant to walk knowing that the God of creation is, by my side.

That my hands are meant for holding His word, in my hands.

That my lips are meant to speak His promises over my life and to encourage others with songs of His love.

That my eyes are meant for seeing His hand on everything in existence.

That my mind is meant to dwell on His death for me a sinful child of His and to think only on those things that are pleasing to Him.

My life has been surrendered all along to the wrong ones and to all the wrong things

How do I, how does one get their heart to sing a better tune?

Samaritan lady.

What happened when you went back into the house and to that room?

I like to believe that you never returned but looked forever, on the the one who was raised up from the tomb.

Father come to me like a Samaritan lady and tell me you know me and love me,

As before I was in the womb.

Help me to never thirst after those things that only lead to death’s door, and the gloom of doom.

Give me a heart of flesh for you and for your people,

May your kingdom, come here soon.

And help me to belong there,

Where for the righteous there’s always room.

Whatever it is that you’re chasing in this life that isn’t fulfilling I invite you to lay it down for I promise you that like salt water drunk straight it will taste good at first but only keep you thirsting for more.

Come to Christ. For He is the only eternal life in this temporal and fallen world. Like the Samaritan lady may your heart be excited to hear and to experience contact with the living water whose promise from here to forever, is that you will never thirst again! God bless you. Amen.

Forever Forgiveness

Jesus you have given me forever forgiveness

What a blessing it is to live this

Love is recalling no wrong

And You are all that is love

So you have forgotten my wrongs

And I praise you.

And I praise you.

Forever forgiveness 

Means my past, my future, my now

All my sins are washed away

When I learned why you did it,

I couldn’t understand how,

You could die on a cross

To remove my sin and shame

Once for all time

To never be remembered again.

Forever forgiveness

On a cross you took them all on

You were separated from the Father 

You sacrificed your life for me

Who can forgive forever, without thought?

But the one, who died for me?

I can’t imagine forever 

My mind is limited and small

But you gave yourself up forever.

To save us all

You rose up again, to give me new life

To forgive us all forever, you gave up your entire life

Now your children are, forever forgiven

With you we rise up again

With the one who rose up first

To save us from our sin

I can’t say I can imagine forever

My mind is limited and small

But I’m so thankful you would think

To give yourself up forever 

To save us all

By your forever forgiveness,

My sins are washed clean.

To be drawn to you now forever

Where I will always be

Abiding in your love and acceptance

When before I was hated and refused

Today by your death and resurrection 

I am forever brand new!

Our Christmas Tiding

Mary what was it like?

Mary what was He like?

You saw Him as a baby, a toddler, a teen

You heard His first words, you would have known if His favorite color was green.

Mary what was it like?

Mary what was He like?

Did He help you to set the table?

Did He play ball in the park?

Was He confident because of who He was, or like us as children, was He afraid of the dark?

We don’t know, but you did and Oh, what it, must have been!

To raise the son of God Our Messiah, the only one without sin.

He healed and He still does.

He is, and He, always was.

He transforms and He speaks.

His Holy Spirit indwells us.

He is King to the meek.

We take refuge in Him and,

He knows us, inside and out.

He forgives us of all our sins,

He knows what we’re all about.

Mary what was it like?

To accept such an honor?

Mary what was it like,

To birth, the perfect offer?

We worship, we bow down, and we sing,

To the one you gave birth to,

Our Lord and our King.

Mary what it must have been like,

To know The Messiah

Our Christmas tiding.

He Paints You To Life

The Lord our God

 Paints you in colors: soft oils on the canvas of your life

The Lord our God 

Paints you in pastels then deeper hues that mirror your cradled emotions lasting

The Lord our God 

Paints you in colors of swinging melodies that flow and sway, flow and sway

Then the Lord our God

Paints you out in brushstrokes of the morning sun, that send shivers, tingling on the day

The Lord our God 

Paints your story alive in rouge, deep as stripes that run

The Lord our God 

Paints your lines and curves over, outlasting every one

The Lord our God

 Uses materials deeper than pencils, crayons, charcoal, quill pens, and paint brushes different sizes

He brings out the best of you but can cast it away with tear stains, and His smile

The Lord our God

 Paints you to life with a single stroke

The Lord our God 

Paints you over and over again like the words He always spoke

His hands don’t get sore, for they are, the utensil

The Lord our God

 Paints you with one infinite line that tells your story, and can’t be replicated, with a stencil.

You Are

Lace and lilacs follow you

In the sun,

Your mercies are renewed it seems,

before full daylight has been born

Thank you for your time with me

Thank you for your love of me

Beauty is wrapped in your grace,

like the most well adorned gift,

So beautifully.

I know it well and I see it.

Others may not see it.

My hope is they will feel it and come soon, to believe it for themselves.

I believe that you have chosen me

I am still astounded by

Your majesty,

To this day it is not even best rewarded by me

And yet you still accept me

The reward you desire is my heart

Can it be?

You are.

Is it always true?

You are.

Is this me, this new me You created?

That longs to be where…

You are.

For all who are searching looking for something maybe even anything to fill that unanswered unfulfilled void in your heart, remember there is one who knows, who loves you, and who always cares. The only one whose life bleeds out the promise, “you will never thirst again.” (John 4:14) Give your life to the one who is, “with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20) Our Lord and savior Jesus Christ. Amen.