I have been writing poetry since I was a small child.  I truly believe that The Holy Spirit inspires every penned word.  These poems always minister to me before I release them to minister to others.  Let these words bring insight to your circumstances and healing to yur heart as you identify yourself in the ones that are meant for you. 

I have a table set for you, So bid me please a sweet ado,
And sit a spell or maybe two,


Now sup with me and you will find,My food is of another kind,
That man can not conceive with mind,


You come with great expectancy, With hunger pains of unity,
To dine with I and I with thee,


I’m here as you consume with glee, The meal I have prepared for thee,
As you marvel at it’s mystery,


I watch you yield with poise and grace, And wait upon each others pace,
To savor and enjoy each taste,


You sometimes laugh and sometimes cry, And often ask each other Why?” “He chose someone like you and I?”


I chuckle at your honesty, I’m pleased with your transparency,
And moved by your humility,


You dine until no more I speak, And make your plans to meet next week,
My face is what you truly seek,


So know this now and know it well, My table waits behind the veil,
So come again with me and dwell,


Written by the hand of: Brenda Culp
Through the inspiration of: The Holy Spirit
On: January 10, 2006

MEN WITH CALLOUSED HANDS

 

Men with calloused hands is the one my savoir seeks,

His eyes are searching to and fro through valleys and mountain peaks,

 

These men are tender hearted and are diligently sought,

For his masters work is calling to reap what His blood has bought.

 

To the world His yoke is heavy and they see a burdened call,

But His spirit gives us strength and by grace we’ll never fall.

 

He’ll find us working in His field with His harvest white to plow,

With loving beads of labored sweet, running down our brow.

 

Our backs are bent our eyes affixed to nothing but the goal,

To place our hand upon the plow and win another soul.

 

When His eyes do come searching, will your hands be calloused sore,

Or will it be a calloused heart, He finds is all you bore?

 

Will He find your hands are baby soft as when first you heard the call,

And the portion of field He gave you was never plowed at all?

 

Urgency is what He cries, quick lets not delay,

For the soul that’s white to harvest, must be won today!

 

 

Written by the hand of: Brenda Culp

Through the inspiration of: The Holy Spirit

THE COST

 

 

The cost I paid to get here is something you can’t see,

A price not known by many my silence holds the fee,

 

My lips are sealed in anguish I tremble at the shame,

So please don’t judge me where I stand, cause you don’t know my pain,

 

I come here humbled, I come here broken I come to praise His name,

I lift my hands and know His love and He loves me just the same,

 

I may not be where you are; I may not stand as tall,

But God has brought me here today; through my pain I heard His call,

 

What it took to get me here is something you wont know,

What it took for me to change will forever make me grow,

 

For I have seen a side of life that you may never see,

And the pain that brought me here today is the pain that’s driving me,

 

It drives me to press onward to never be the same,

It reminds me of my weaknesses and shows me what I’ve gained,

 

But today I come here humbly, and at His feet I lay,

And as my lips begin to praise, I’m reminded of the cost HE paid,

 

His presence brings me to my knees and my cup it over flows,

My burdens are now lifted and my thankfulness He knows,

 

And my dear friend I know you too, have dearly paid a cost,

It may be something that you’ve done or something you have lost,

 

But just the same, He sees you and knows what’s in your heart,

So don’t look at me in judgment, just let YOUR healing start.

 

Written by the hand of: Brenda Culp

Through the inspiration of: The Holy Spirit

 

 

 
  
Mary Ann

 

With my pen in hand I’m writing to you,

To tell you a story of what friends can do,

 

When I was still young in my heart and my mind,

I didn’t do things that were right all the time,

 

Trying to impress what I thought were friends,

I said and did things I regretted in the end,

 

But when I was depressed or feeling down,

None of these “friends”, were ever around,

 

By the age of 15, I was depressed all the time,

Trying to fill up the emptiness inside,

 

Then came my Jesus, right on cue,

And sent me a true friend whom I could talk to,

 

I’d known her before but something had changed,

She had a glow in her eyes, she wasn’t the same,

 

She told me of Jesus and how her soul he had saved,

And I was impressed by the testimony she gave,

 

Mary Ann had changed there’s no doubt in my mind,

For in her I saw the Holy Spirit living inside,

 

WE prayed together and worshipped together our friendship was true,

We tried to follow God’s word in all that we’d do,

 

But we drifted apart and things began to change,

We didn’t realize, it was satan playing his games,

 

She went her way and I went mine

And we’d try to call each other, from time to time,

 

Many years have past by but I’ve finally began,

Putting my life back together again,

 

I’ve been baptized in the Spirit and rededicated my heart,

Jesus wiped the slate clean and gave me a new start,

 

But now I look back on my friend Mary Ann,

Working and struggling doing the best that she can,

 

She brought me to Jesus many years ago,

She loved me enough to help save my soul,

 

If Mary Ann was here now, this is what I’d say,

There’s a debt of a life I’d like to repay,

 

God wants you to know that times fading fast,

To live day by day and forget the past,

 

He says that your life can be better than before,

If only you’d knock He’ll open the door,

 

And just one more word from your lifetime friend,

I’ll see you in heaven after time ends!

 

 

Written in 1986

By:  Brenda Ann Culp