Poisoned Arrows

My poisoned arrows shoot your heart.
They meet their match and make their mark.
Then you shoot back with deadly aim,
And what you feel, I feel the same.

The pain so strong, the cut so deep.
It makes me shudder, gasp and weep.
But worse for me, I tell the truth,
Is that I do the same to you.

For poisoned arrows – words and deeds,
Are shot in haste, not taking heed.
We set our sights on biting barbs,
And in the end, we bear the scars.

So choose your arrows, aim them well,
And pick your target, heav’n or hell;
For you receive just as you give,
And you will leave here as you lived.

Love’s Delight

I don’t flirt, and I don’t tease.
I mean what I say; I say what I mean.
You hear my word and know my truth;
God gives me love’s delight in you.

You touch my spirit with your heart.
You put me together; pull grudges apart.
I risked my world, and now it’s new;
God gives me love’s delight in you.

We share a heart of hopes and dreams.
We move as one through everything.
No longer any me and you,
For God has made us one from two
And given love’s delight so true.


Two to One

Heart of Creation

However, as it is written: “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived” — the things God has prepared for those who love him—
–1 Corinthians 2:9 (NIV)

No ear can hear the power of the Word;
No eye can see the beauty of His face
Until the mind has opened up and heard
And heart conceived the wonder of His grace.

In every grass and flower and growing tree,
There lives a drop of heaven pure and whole.
In every child of God like you and me,
We find His nature in our very soul.

But eyes refuse to see and ears to hear
The truth that Jesus teaches still today.
And so we walk the lonely path of fear
Until we turn and let Him lead the way.

And may we see in everything the spark
Of Christ our Lord and Savior’s loving heart.


Only in Your Presence that I Could

Miracle of You

Poems and Poetry: A Blind Man’s Thoughts

Kicking off National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), I share these contemplations by
The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Poems and Poetry: A Blind Man’s Thoughts

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

What Is the true definition of a poem? It has many meanings to many different people. It can be a special way to express one’s deepest and most heartfelt feelings for another. It can also be a way to unburden oneself from life’s stressful moments.

When you combine the heart and the mind together, what you have Is a recipe for whatever you feel is on your mind. Poems are also one of life’s most beautiful ways to tell someone how much you deeply care and can’t come up with the courage to do so.

Poetry Is as much a part of life as water and sunshine are to a flower. How sad this world of ours would be If not for the raw, pure, emotional art form we call poetry!

God Bless all of the poets, past and present of the world. And may God bless us all.


The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Power of His Love

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Happy Resurrection Sunday! As Romanian Christians greet each other:

“Christ is risen!”

“He is risen indeed!”

Have a happy, blessed, and peaceful Easter – and remember: Christ is for you!

1. The Father makes the flowers bloom
In colors warm and bright.
For love of all His children,
He shines the bless’ed light.

2. The Father gives another
For each of us to hold
And know His tender blessing
Of love within our souls.

3. The Father sent His only Son
To wash away our sins.
To demonstrate His love,
Jesus died and rose again.
Refrain: (2x)

Jesus paid our price
By the power of His love.

Love’s resurrecting power
Lights the dawn from darkest hour.
Each blessing that He showers
Comes from the Lord above.
And Jesus gave His life,
The greatest sacrifice,
As payment for our price
By the power of His love.


I Am the Life