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He is Creator; Father Time.
Time had passed, doesn't tick...
no longer do we wait for tock.
Timelessness of presence,
within His never ending Love;
within all Joy, within all Peace,
in
His Glory, Hope received.
Forever in God's presence,
No past, future; no tick nor tock;
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Life to Be
by Roger W Hancock
Life is not ours to own to live,
we were
created to live for Christ.
Trials come
to show the way,
teach us
intimacy of God's stay.
Through God's
Holy Spirit's power,
In Holy name
of Jesus Christ,
by given
authority of the Father,
I cast afar,
attacks of evil's spar.
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Our Loss
by Roger W Hancock
We grieve, we
mourn, in our loss of friendships great,
yet joy in
the gain of love, joy and peace, our friends obtain.
Our sisters,
our brothers, you are missed in this moment on earth.
Later
together with Spirit in heaven, in Christ, in our Father's
Glory,
forever,
together in unity, all who are His, be one in God's family.
© 11-02-17 Roger W Hancock
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Choosing Sin?
by Roger W Hancock
Men who chose men chose their sin.
Sin chosen over natural attraction.
Sin is sin whatever it be,
Repentence, will set one free.
Freedom to sin at Satan's well,
surely bounds one, to the fires of hell!
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Only One and Only One Greater.
by Roger W Hancock
The gentleness of my woman,
no other compares,
The caress of HER touch,
her love alone!
Temptations are fleeting,
resistance so easy.
I know what I need,
is Her touch alone.
Only one thing greater,
than my Love's touch;
God's Holy touch,
on my undeserved soul!
Though I may sin,
temptations resist;
all wrapped around me,
God's touch on my soul.
(c) June 15, 2012 Roger W Hancock
Not Free
by Roger W Hancock
Nothing is ever free,
though to you it be.
Somewhere, somehow,
someone paid.
Roger W Hancock ©
6-15-2001
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Where I Am
by Roger W HancockOn the chair of my home office;
I sit and stare at the question before me.
In the office of my home;
I raise my hands to the keyboard before me.
In my home in the city of Auburn;
"More than you Imagine." imagine me.
In my city, Auburn in King County;
I contemplate this question.
In King County of Washington State;
my state of mind is one of wander.
In Washington State in the U.S.A.;
thoughts wander and wonder.
In the U.S.A. of North America;
I wonder if anyone cares.
In North America in Western Hemisphere;
where, oh, where I really be?
In the Western Hemisphere on Earth:
when in death return I'll go.
On Earth with in our solar system,
a name, is “solar” our system’s name?
In our Solar System in our Universe;
where I am is constant flux.
In the Universe, in the Milky Way,
now so far from home but where I be.
In the Milky Way within Creation;
where ever I am, my God is with me!
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August 27, 2008, Roger W Hancock,
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Hot Spot
by Roger W Hancock
Hell is Hot,
forever sin’s lot.
Heaven is Not,
Our sins forgot.
Take a shot, forget the rot.
Confess to God your lot.
You cannot within yourself,
shed the sins that Christ forgot.
In the spot where now you squat,
let Satan not your soul be caught.
Ask, repent of all your rot
upon the cross your soul God bought.
Hell is Hot,
forever sin’s lot.
Heaven is Not,
Our sins forgot.
© August 21, 2008 Roger W Hancock,
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Sin Decay
by Roger W Hancock
Sin, we hide down deep inside,
Festers, infects, then despise.
Body in a grave decays,
corrupted soul dismay.
Loss of life we call death,
need not die, if in Christ.
Deny Flesh, our God obey,
let His righteousness display.
Sin we give to Him who lives,
In His death our sin is dead.
Only pure, when covered by,
blood of Him who lives.
© 2-24-08 Roger W Hancock
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Come to the Cross
by Roger W Hancock
Come to the Cross,
Christ’s blood was spilt,
Come to the Cross,
innocence was cursed.
Come to the Cross,
burden seems heavy.
Come to the Cross,
Christ will carry your load.
Come to the Cross,
Repent of your sin.
Come to the Cross,
forever to live.
Come to the Cross,
God will freely forgive.
Come to the Cross,
live in Him.
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2-16-08 Roger W Hancock
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Lies of Night
by Roger W Hancock
Enlightenment the world seeks,
running from the light of God.
Toward the sin of selfishness,
into dark of godlessness.
Running from enlightened truth,
light fading quick to dark.
Excuses called enlightenment,
a lie one buys in dark of night.
© 2-24-08 Roger W Hancock
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Easter Gift
by Roger W Hancock
Death of innocence, divine gift,
this day we call Good Friday.
Taunting torment, crown of thorns,
blood drips down his brow.
My sin, your sin, sinless man to pay,
stripes of lashes by soldier's whip.
Bullied beating pulverize the face,
should have been me, or you.
Hands pierced, each staked,
scapegoat; death deserved for me.
Love, sacrifice, son's innocence,
winced in pain on pounding blows.
Another stake soldier hammers,
piercing pain through feet.
Futile scrubbing cannot cleanse,
blood stains; our sin stains.
Even when up upon the cross,
asks God, “Forgive the ignorance.”
Dead? Yet so soon?
Soldier's sword forced through ribs.
Watered blood gushed forth,
broken heart made short the passing.
The gift, the death for us He gave,
then laid within a sealed tomb.
Celebrate life's hope;
day of life called Easter.
Three days followers mourn,
rock has rolled no one inside.
Failing mission, soldiers run.
Resurrected life begun.
Dead man walks again;
doubter touches ribs inside.
Lived to die, died to live;
life renewed, a new birth.
A new life, I do not deserve!
He gives to me... and
you.
© April 3,
2007, Roger W Hancock,
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Prayer for a Brother
Inspired by Stan Jones, victim of a stroke.
Prayer for a Brother
by Roger W Hancock
My heart aches and breaks for a brother,
one who has travailed over much adversity.
My brother who's condition deteriorates,
frustration becomes his madness.
From a distance for him I pray,
that he feel the comfort of Christ.
I can only imagine my brother's plight,
darkness that dull his days.
Only from afar, for my brother, I pray,
his eyes remain on Jesus' face.
© 01-19-2008- Roger W Hancock
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Death’s
Glorious Life
by Roger W Hancock
Clouds darken, day becomes night.
Cries of women, mothers become whimpers.
Moans of tortured men pierce
the dark.
Aire of fear fills the air, thunder claps!
Arrogance is shaken from the Roman guard.
“Father, forgive them,” crosses the crowd,
Wondering fear of day-night continues,
Death arrives for one… so
soon?
Three day mourning passes,
Guards tremble, seal is broken.
Empty tomb of fear and
questions,
“Where have they taken Him?”
Woman, it is I, who foretold new life.
“Is it you Lord! ... My Lord!”
For disbelief He carried the wounds,
Nailed hands, feet, punctured ribs.
© April 6, 2007 Roger W Hancock,
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Death’s Glory
by Roger W Hancock
Clouds darken, day becomes night.
Cries of women, mothers become whimpers.
Moans of tortured men pierce the dark.
Aire of fear fills the air, thunder claps!
Arrogance is shaken from the Roman guard.
“Father, forgive them,” crosses the crowd,
Wondering fear of day-night continues,
Death arrives for one… so soon?
Three day mourning passes,
Guards tremble, seal is broken.
Empty tomb of fear and questions,
“Where have they taken Him?”
Woman, it is I, who foretold new life.
“Is it you Lord! ... My Lord!”
For disbelief He carried the wounds,
Nailed hands, feet, punctured
ribs.
© April 6, 2007 Roger W Hancock,
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Light’s
Invite
by Roger W Hancock
Sky bright, of sunlight;
Night’s
glow of starlight.
Truth leads in bright light.
Fight the plight of evil’s night,
Evil cites night’s fright;
Incites, indicts, night’s blight.
Listen not to night’s sprite,
Slighted lie to kite the night.
Rite of night; lies to spite.
Site your sight upon the Light;
The Wright who writes the light;
Delight, ignite . . . invite the Light.
© December 04, 2006 Roger W Hancock
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Merry Bread
by Roger W Hancock
Feast upon the living bread,
Living Word is strength.
Suckling on the Word for milk,
Security within Christ’s love.
Chewing meat of living bread,
Strength of armor, battles come.
Baby steps to warrior run,
Maturity, become God’s son.
Of the Word must eat and drink,
Nourishment of soul and spirit.
His body, blood and word,
Weapons of a spirit fight.
Yield unto His might,
Joyful victory… be merry.
© December 11, 2006 Roger W Hancock
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His War
by Roger W Hancock
War beyond, the Wars of earth,
Enemy’s strength, beyond my own.
Beyond my
own, a greater strength,
of righteousness, I yield.
Battle fight, is not my own;
Within my own, I cannot win.
Battle tempest, to resist.
Victory lies… beyond, with Christ.
Surrender I, to greater strength,
Release my own, into God’s hands.
© November 19, 2006 Roger W Hancock
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Night’s Light
by Roger W
Hancock
When left with solitary
thought,
Silence as the night is dark.
Selfishness so deafening,
When thoughts not placed on God.
Thought on Christ a comfort,
Refuge from my fears.
Strength when meditation,
On Christ, not my concerns.
Petitions placed within his hands,
Now left in trust with Him.
My thought now free to worship,
Christ who knows my needs.
Singularities of thought,
in purity, my motives.
Silence of the night now loud,
With light from God who loves.
Copyright November 28, 2004, Roger W Hancock,
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Life’s Shelter
by Roger W Hancock
Wind currents gales blow,
Rain dampens current mood.
Flood currents ebb and flow,
Firm foundations we will stand.
The house will fall when built on sand,
Cling to the one who controls the blow.
The one who restricts the water’s flow,
He shelters from harsh rain.
Christ foundation cornerstone,
Carpenter of life.
In Him a house, on solid rock,
A shelter in life’s storms.
Wind currents gales blow,
Rain of light quickens soul.
Mood currents ebb and flow,
Stabilized on stone.
Copyright November 28, 2004, Roger W Hancock,
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Founding Liberation
by Roger W Hancock
Christian duty
worship,
Civilized foundation.
To Know to worship,
Father God; liberation.
Commitment to brethren,
Of church and society.
Liberty in spirit breeds,
Fellowship of freedom.
To know to love our God,
To know eternal life,
Brings a love of freedom,
Spills to social living.
Sacrifice gave liberty;
freedom from my sin.
Sacrifice of knowing men,
For social liberation.
Spiritual dichotomy:
Slavery’s submission,
Social liberation;
Internal free foundation.
Posses the spirit soul,
Obedience to foundations,
Of nation or in spirit,
Duty to each and all.
Evokes appreciation,
Cause my activism.
Duty to the living God,
Navigates society.
Copyright November
27, 2004, Roger W Hancock,
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Morning Crowed
by Roger W Hancock
Not knowing his inward self,
Apostle professed allegiance.
One who knows us better,
Foretold his lack of faith.
Then before the morning cry,
Early; before the cock-a-doodle.
“Woman I do not know Him”
“I am not who you say!”
“I’ve not been with Him!”
---Denial once,
------ Denial twice,
---------- Denial once more.
Night silence broken by…
The crowing of the cock.
Learn to know to listen,
Words spoken by our Lord,
Be brave, be bold,
--- Be not ashamed.
He died for you,
------ Do not deny…
Lest, the rooster crows.
Copyright November
28, 2004, Roger W Hancock,
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Vessel Me
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Artesian well springs forth
nearby ,
Giving life to formless blob.
Wet, clumped together one among
all,
Pooled clay slowly shifting
among firm stone.
As the fields below the humans
harvest,
Time to time a lone being
gathers brothers.
This pool of clay becoming
smaller,
As years of muddled together
huddle.
Then pulled from the nothing
comfort,
Hillside wet with time shift
clay.
I find myself in a human’s cave,
Not made of rock or sod and
such.
Massage? Twisted, flattened,
ouch too hard,
Rolled, pushed, folded under,
think I not like.
Imperfections plucked before
beating starts,
Mist of moisture more pliable
mistreatment.
No pieces of stone or other
matter,
Yesterday not matter but so
smooth without.
Slammed again on rounded table,
Round to spin more gentle touch,
Yet still my shifting form
conforms,
Creative whims of strong firm
hands.
Round, spin round, this wheel
spin,
Hands squeeze with patient
pressure.
Comfort was my formless clay,
When left to nature’s timeless
ways.
Now formed against my shapeless
will,
Now formed against my selfish
nature.
Blob less form, rounded shape
now am,
From top presses in, hollows me
out.
Harvester now looks with a
glinting look,
I’ve not seen that look before,
warms my soul.
Set aside left alone no more
shifting shape,
Beside near lifelessness who’s
dried to bone
But dry, my thirst to parch, I
yearn,
For days back with my careless
form.
Now so dry this form is set,
Those hands now so gently lift.
Placed into a large earth
vessel,
Brothers whose forms now
strange.
Sun’s light not seen but feel
day’s heat,
Temperature increased than ever
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So hot, so ever hot, yet still
dark,
I hear a pop and rattle but
cannot see.
Oh to be near the well I knew
before,
Oh, when left alone to nature’s
care.
Blistering hot another pop,
Whatever can that be?
Fearing melting soon to be,
Such trials never known before.
Blasting furnace heat subsides,
I hope this journey’s over.
Bursting light illuminates,
Brothers left in crumbled piles.
Lifted out and placed again,
On rounded harvest’s wheel.
Glinting look again, ‘tween
hands befall,
Newfound shiftless shape
conforms.
Moistness once my surface
sludge,
Rough to touch now inside out.
Color sludge a distant cousin?
Horse hair brush dabs a kiss.
So many kisses I would enjoy,
Color palate on my bare canvas.
Thought, molded form, enough,
Now formed face, a painted
vessel.
Short, reprieve, reminds early
form,
Eventual drying to colored
surface.
Then again that oven vessel,
Other brothers, different
colors.
Furnace blast on surface meld,
Visual art now fused to form.
When cool again the hands
arrive,
Removes again; brothers, me.
Lifted high by master’s hands,
His eyes shine a glint
reflection.
Placed among others in honored
rows,
Others tossed on broken pile.
New form, a new creature,
From molded clay become.
Now a vessel to be treasured,
When before I was just clay.
Copyright,
August 5, 2004 Roger W Hancock
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Crazy Lie
by Roger W Hancock
Crazy?
I’m loosing my mind?
Perhaps it is
already lost.
Kept in line by an
unseen force.
Just a trigger pull
away?
One small gap, a
short pull,
in a weak minded
moment,
to take from life to
death.
an easy pull to end
it all.
Crazy thoughts bring
reality,
Nightmare triggers
unrest,
safety catch I
cannot release.
A safety net from
one above,
Who refuses to let
me go.
When I think on Him
alone,
The lie begins too
fade,
Mind not lost… I
am sane,
Crazy fades to
devil’s dark.
Roger W Hancock
Ó April 29, 2003
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Lord,
protect me in this mission,
As
I obey the orders set.
May
we be successful,
That
righteousness prevails.
Enemies
to confront,
Hate…
not be my motive.
May
it be in love, I perform,
Duty
to kill, hope to capture.
Give
me the strength,
Give
me the wisdom,
Help
my brother soldier,
Understand,
‘hell of war’,
Lies
beyond this life.
May
they, in my life see,
Hell’s
escape is You.
May
fear not be my guide,
But
courage of knowing You.
An
example I must be,
That
my brother sees…
Life
in You however short,
Gives
courage unsurpassed.
May
I be bold not foolish,
When
“Charge” the order given,
My
thoughts on You above.
I
pray, my prey knows too,
The
joy of knowing You.
Roger
W Hancock copyright May
23, 2003 www.PoetPatriot.com
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