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A Sinner’s Call, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Sinner's Call

A Sinner’s Call

O heavenly Father look what they’ve done
They have crucified Your begotten Son
Treated Him as a common criminal
At Golgotha, called the place of the skull

With Him in this morning I climbed the hill
Now at His bleeding feet I’m ever still
Why did You let them to take Him from me
Can You not now let Him down from the tree

Father you see they have taken Him down
Tenderly they remove His blood soaked crown
I am helpless all I can do is pray
As before I shall now follow and stay

As a sinner I am woefully weak
His continued guidance is what I seek
Cannot fathom Him in a tomb of stone
In the dreary cold darkness all alone

Father your scriptures says He shall return
In my heart and soul for this I yearn

To You I Pray, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

To You I Pray

To You I Pray

My heavenly Father to you I pray
Giving You thanks for this wonderful day
Filled with much happiness but almost done
Time to reflect on your begotten Son
I humbly ask that You make me worthy
Of pain He willingly suffered for me
May His words fervently be my life’s guide
And the Holy Spirit remain inside
Let holy His name be upon my lip
At the moment that into sleep I slip

The Candle, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Woman with a Taper, Jules Breton 1873Woman with Taper, Jules Breton (1873)

The Candle

Candle’s glow let forever to be your guide
Making sure its bright flame never to quit
The wind’s access must always be denied
Wind is evil, tempting you to submit

Might your candle’s glow suddenly disappear
Do not place it in a darkened drawer
For your future will then become nadir
Must make an effort its flame to restore

Surround yourself with those whom you think dear
Be not afraid to share what is you fear
If true to yourself future will be clear
The glow of the flame you now will restore

Light of the candle to you be sacred
Then drink of His wine and eat of His bread

 

 

Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Norham Castle, Sunrise c.1845 by Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851Norham Castle, Sunrise, J. M. W. Turner (c.1845)

Sunrise

Not sure if it is my mind in a haze
Sun like melted butter in breakfast dish
Assur’d myself will be a wonderful day
Or better to say is my only wish

Swept the cobwebs out of my sleepy head
Gave thanks that didn’t wake to eternal fire
And let me not forget my daily bread
Now to concentrate on today’s attire

Day will be just fine with some assistance
Appears to be more questions than answers
Past has shown there’s no need for resistance
Never chastised for my many blunders

Out of doors with coffee cup in my hands
I talk and He listens, He understands

The Room, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Colin Unwin Gill - Study for Jarius' Daughter (1921)Study for Jarius’ Daughter, Colin Unwin Gill (1921)

The Room, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

No memories on my bedroom walls hung
No windows to let in the morning sun
No clothes of mine to be carelessly flung
No purpose for appearance of homespun

Choosing an abstemious way of life
Considered not to be a penalty
As not being joined to a faithful wife
Giving opportunity to be free

For it is what goes on inside my head
Avoiding distractions as best I can
By a suspicious doctrine to be lead
Understanding where miracles began

Started with the wonder of Abraham
But now living miracles of the Lamb