Poetry Tuesday

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

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This week’s Poetry Tuesday feature is “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” and is dedicated to my children. We have always loved this song. I hope you enjoy it too. Be Blessed my friends.

“Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”
(with Tammi Terrell)

Listen baby, ain’t no mountain high,
Ain’t no valley low, ain’t no river wide enough baby
If you need me call me, no matter where you are,
No matter how far; don’t worry baby
Just call my name; I’ll be there in a hurry
You don’t have to worry,

Oh baby there ain’t no mountain high enough,
Ain’t no valley low enough,
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Remember the day I set you free
I told you you could always count on me darling
From that day on, I made a vow,
I’ll be there when you want me,
Some way, some how

Oh baby there ain’t no mountain high enough,
Ain’t no valley low enough,
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Oh no darling
No wind, no rain
Or winters cold can stop me baby, no no baby
‘Cause you are my goal
If you’re ever in trouble;
I’ll be there on the double
Just send for me, oh baby, ha

My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand,
I’ll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can
Don’t you know that there

Ain’t no mountain high enough,
Ain’t no valley low enough,
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Don’tcha know that there
Ain’t no mountain high enough,
Ain’t no valley low enough,
Ain’t no river wide enough
Ain’t mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough

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All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

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This week’s Poetry Tuesday feature is “All That is Gold Does Not Glitter” by J.R.R. Tolkein from Lord of the Rings. I love this poem and the Lord of the Rings. To me this poem is about hope, the journey’s of life and redemption. I hope you enjoy! Be Blessed my friends.

All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Broken Vessels (Amazing Grace)

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This week’s Poetry Tuesday feature is Broken Vessels by Hillsong. I thought it went well with my last blog post about brokenness. I love these lyrics. We are set free, mended and whole, and we are his treasure set inside a jar of clay. Beautiful song. Hope you enjoy! Be Blessed my friends.

Broken Vessels (Amazing Grace)

All these pieces
Broken and scattered
In mercy gathered
Mended and whole
Empty handed
But not forsaken
I’ve been set free
I’ve been set free

Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I’m found
Was blind but now I see

Oh I can see it now
Oh I can see the love in Your eyes
Laying yourself down
Raising up the broken to life

You take our failure
You take our weakness
You set Your treasure
In jars of clay
So take this heart, Lord
I’ll be Your vessel
The world to see
Your love in me

Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I’m found
Was blind but now I see

Oh I can see it now
Oh I can see the love in Your eyes
Laying yourself down
Raising up the broken to life

Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I’m found
Was blind but now I see

Oh I can see it now
Oh I can see the love in Your eyes
Laying yourself down
Raising up the broken to life

Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I’m found
Was blind but now I see

Oh I can see it now
Oh I can see the love in Your eyes
Laying yourself down
Raising up the broken to life

One Minute Reason Why

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This weeks Poetry Tuesday’s feature is the One Minute Sermon. Really good spoken word.

No Longer Slaves

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This week’s Poetry Tuesday’s feature is “No Longer Slaves” by Bethel Music. Such an incredible song of freedom and deliverance.  Be Blessed my friends.

No Longer Slaves

You unravel me, with a melody
You surround me with a song
Of deliverance, from my enemies
Till all my fears are gone

I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

From my mothers womb
You have chosen me
Love has called my name
I’ve been born again, into your family
Your blood flows through my veins

You split the sea
So I could walk right through it
All my fears were drowned in perfect love
You rescued me
So I could stand and sing
I am child of God

I am surrounded
By the arms of the Father
I am surrounded
With songs of deliverance

We’ve been liberated
From our bondage
We’re the sons and the daughters
Let us sing our freedom!

 

Snow Flakes

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In honor of a snowy day and childlike fun, this week’s Poetry Tuesday’s feature is “Snow Flakes” by Emily Dickinson. I love trying to count the snow flakes as they fall. As a child, and even now, I love laying on my back and watch an individual snow flake on its downward descent. I love her comparison of snow flakes falling being like a dance. Wherever you are tonight, snow or no snow, I hope you enjoy this poem. Be Blessed my friends.

Snow Flakes

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

Bound No More

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This week’s Poetry Tuesday is “Bound No More”. I have been working on this poem for a few weeks and last week it all came together. I love the song “Break Every Chain” and was inspired to write this poem while listening to that song. Enjoy and Be Blessed my friends.

-John 8:36 So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed

Bound No More

I hear the chains falling,
Falling onto the ground.
I hear my God, His voice is calling,
I once was lost but now I’m found.

I hear the chains falling,
There is freedom from my sin.
I hear my God, His voice is calling,
Telling me it doesn’t matter where I’ve been.

I hear the chains falling,
No longer afraid to leave the safety of the shore.
I hear the Lord, His voice is calling.
You’re set free, delivered, reborn.

I hear the chains falling,
I’m going deeper than before
I hear my Lord, He is calling,
You’re the one that I adore

I hear the chains falling,
Falling off my feet and hands
I hear my Lord, He is calling,
Saying it is time to take a stand.

I hear the chains falling,
No longer held in captivity.
I hear my Father, his voice is calling,
Dance my child, you are free.

© Leah Jacobsen