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	Joe Breunig
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Joe Breunig, 22 march 2012

Poem: Drawn To You

The softness of Your quiet voice
penetrates my spirit with utmost clarity -
For being drawn to you
comes more than naturally.

The constant woes of earthly cares
lack all meaning and worth
when I'm consumed by Your presence
and experience my spiritual rebirth.

Despite the magnificent beauty
of this planet's garden fields,
I would willingly exchange it
for the brilliance that Heaven yields.

Since I'm captivated by The Light,
being drawn to You is... the sweetest of delights.

Author Note:

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Joe Breunig, 22 march 2012

Poem: Brought to Enlightenment

We must learn to do
and not weakly try;
for with Christ, all is possible -
Just stop asking "Why?"

Bow before Him on bended knees,
for His Ways are superior to ours.
Spend quality time in prayer
and not simply waste precious hours.

To be brought to enlightenment,
one must learn on his own.
Yet, the secret is simply this -
Go before God and His Throne.

Author Note:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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Joe Breunig, 22 march 2012

Poem: Fragile, Flawed and Easily Broken

Despite imperfections of this body,
my shell is an earthen clay jar
that's fragile, flawed and easily broken,
letting the Light of Christ shine.
Though not pretty on the outside,
I won't be mistaken
for a white-washed tomb -
God can use my weakness
to display His greatness.
I've chosen to be submitted
to His Will and Plan for my life.
In spite of exterior chips, dings and nicks,
Christ looks inwardly at my heart.

Author Note:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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Joe Breunig, 15 march 2012

Poem: New Age Spirituality

Why settle for a counterfeit
when you can have the genuine thing?
For the purpose of "new age" spirituality
is replacing God with the Human Being.

Working from a false assumption
that Man is essentially good,
will lead us down destruction's path
as History has taught us, as it would.

The fight for supremacy
of our human souls
is still being waged by the Devil
under his planetary control.

Humanism has its agenda
that's carefully worked under Satan's scope -
our demise is his goal, but settles
to leave us without any hope.

Author Note:

From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3

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Joe Breunig, 15 march 2012

Poem: Immortality

Ahhh... Immortality.

After the death of my earthly flesh,
my spirit will fully embrace it.
For I'm truly made
in my Creator's Image
and filled with His Divine presence.
How can anyone doubt...
The premise of my logic?

Ahhh... Immortality.

Author Note:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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Joe Breunig, 15 march 2012

Poem: Show of Hands

Despite the differences of skin color
and our cultural upbringings,
we're more than brothers of Mankind -
Technically, we're kin.

Go to the mountain
preserved by ice and snow
where the revelation of Ararat's secret
is available for everyone to know.

For the ark's existence
proves the global flood story is true
and being our brother's keeper...
Is still a right thing to do.

Descended from Noah
are the many races of Man;
see our palms have the same tint -
By a show of hands.

Author Notes:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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Joe Breunig, 8 march 2012

Poem: The Cross, Stark and Still

Into the depths of untold depravity,
a perfect creation had fallen away;
unimagined grace poured out from our God above -
As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
subtly calls for the World's attention.

Since the dawn of everlasting time,
our Savior awaited His appointed day;
despite humanity's race to certain doom -
His Hand of wrath was intentionally stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
continues to demonstrate His gift of Salvation.

The twinkling stars danced across the midnight blue
as songs arose from the angelic array;
quietly the Messianic babe in a manger lay -
As His Hand of wrath was lovingly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
serves as a testament of Love's perfection.

A carpenter's son? He's just a man!
His godly claim on earth displayed
had believers searching for purest faith -
His Hand of wrath was securely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
reminds that our debt was paid for sin's violation.

In the face of false accusations,
Christ held His tongue to Pilate's dismay,
for God's plan played out for all to see -
As His Hand of wrath was purposely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
is a backdrop for a risen Lord calling us with adoration.

Author Notes:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

This is a collaboration piece with Mr. Jeffrey Jordan of Wichita Falls, Texas.

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Joe Breunig, 8 march 2012

Poem: Today's Great Undead Poets

Today's great undead poets,
awash in the internet sea,
seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness
of our cyberspace world.
Following the heroic tradition of Man,
these daring individuals look to gain acceptance
through the expression of concepts.
Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,
in defiance of critical naysayers,
the blankness of virtual paper
is scribbled upon with hurt, hope and ideals.
Writing styles and topics,
whether expressed in romanticized language
or the coarseness of profanity,
are brilliantly reflected in individualized glory
and authors bask in the personal satisfaction of achievement.
In the ever continuing flow of poetic thought,
today's great undead poets
find treasures in the discovery of self.

Author Notes:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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Joe Breunig, 8 march 2012

Poem: And Yet His Hand...

Despite the trials of this earthly world
and the continued foolishness of men,
God wants His Principles completely unfurled -
For He loves His Children, while hating sin.

His anger is not turned away
and yet His Hand is outstretched still.
Our Salvation awaits its appointed day
with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.

As long as we continue to breathe,
there's Hope for us to loving cleave;
He's promised that His Spirit will never leave -
So open your heart now... and simply believe.

Author Notes:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

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Joe Breunig, 29 february 2012

Poem: For Your Review

Once my earthly journey is complete,
humbly I'll stand before Your judgment seat.
So in advance I faithfully pray to have
a positive ruling for you to mete.

Grace and mercy carried me;
Your covering on my life you should see.
Hopefully You'll remember that I
promoted Your Kingdom for eternity.

Despite flaws and failures absurd,
hidden in my heart is Your Holy Word.
An attitude of lifelong praise I've spoken
based on what I've learned and heard.

With an inkling of spiritual clues,
I'm thankful for knowing You
and looking forward to that fateful day
when my life will be ready, for Your Review.

Author Note:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/