LYDIA'S POETRY CORNER
The poetry displayed on this page is written by Lydia Chorpening.
Please contact her for permission to reproduce any of her work.
A PURE HEART WILL I GIVE
By Lydia Chorpening
A pure heart will I give You, O Lord,
It’s the grandest gift that I know.
I’m made in Your likeness and image,
It’s the gift that I want to bestow.
A pure heart will I give to my husband,
A resource committed to grace.
I will guard the things that I look at and read,
With God’s Word my vileness replace.
A pure heart- my children’s example,
So they’ll follow the steps that I take.
A life that’s transparent and holy,
They’ll know that my life isn’t a fake.
So help me, Dear Heavenly Father,
To spend time at the foot of Christ’s cross.
Then let me arise with Your cleansing,
And be as gold that’s removed from its dross.
THE GOLD IN YOU
By Lydia Chorpening
A note of gold upon this friendship’s harp,
Is what I want these lines to sing.
For you are golden by the grace of God.
You need to know the joys you bring.
An apple –golden- in a silver bowl,
Is what you are to those you touch.
A golden thread woven through the hearts,
Tells them you love them—Oh, so much!
The golden warmth within your smile,
Is divine grace by God’s design.
It lights your world with glistening hope,
And shines by faith, as you’re refined.
The Refiner’s plan for the gold in you,
Can bring on tears and cries of pain.
But the end results will be pure gold,
And prove these tests were not in vain.
Arise then, friend, wear your golden crown.
Be affirmed and strong by words of truth.
Know that your life is well worthwhile,
Be reaffirmed as in your youth.
Definitions of the word "GOLD’:
God’s Divine Grace: John 1:17
His Abundant Love: I John 4:8
The Hope of Your Calling: Ephesians 4:4
God’s Eternal Presence: Matthew 28:20
GOD’S FATHOMLESS LOVE
By Lydia Chorpening
Above all the treetops in the vast open heavens,
The skies are unrolled in their endless blue hues.
There the eagle-bird soars on the currents and the winds,
And the sunlight filters in to kiss blessings on you.
Upon the sandy seashore with its splendid horizons,
That stretch out forever in unsurpassed depths,
The waves without ceasing, obey commands they are given,
And show to His people The Father’s faithful precepts.
So the skies without measure and the ocean unending,
Bring a message so sure of God’s love and His grace.
His love never leaves us, no matter the storm clouds.
His grace is sufficient for each violent gale that we face.
He kisses with promise the rose of the gardens
And dresses them each morning with shimmering dew.
The sunrise for promise that each day is created
With God’s content and purpose of love just for you.
Dance on the lightening that flits through the storm clouds
Rejoice in the rain that’s coming your way.
Though your day may seem dreary with clouds of despair
Make sure you remember that God loves you today.
BEYOND THE GRAVE
By Lydia Chorpening
Beyond the grave there’s victory!
Beyond cold death--release.
For the kingdom of God within us,
Is righteousness, joy and peace.
The grave cannot enslave its victims,
And death has been robbed of its sting.
For Christ who died on Calvary
Has conquered whatever death could bring.
He came to bring us life abundant,
Gave His life so in triumph we’ll reign.
We’re kings and priests unto Jesus,
To glorify Him who was slain!
Christ became to us a servant,
And with joy He bore His cross.
He counted His life as nothing,
He didn’t consider His pain or loss.
For He knew that victory was promised,
And the price for our sins must be paid.
He looked ahead into our future,
And saw us with armor arrayed.
He cried as He bore our transgressions,
He felt every hammer’s blow.
He endured these deep contradictions,
So His peace we all may know.
YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS
By Lydia Chorpening
You’re not the boss, condemning voice
You have no right God’s peace devoice
For I have made God’s Word my choice
And in these truths I will rejoice.
You’re not the boss, Oh wayward thought
For Jesus has salvation bought
And through His death deliverance wrought
And to my mind, faith’s teaching brought.
You’re not the boss, residing pain
Which tries to prove God’s Word is vain
You have no business in my domain
I will, through faith, my healing claim.
You’re not the boss, revenging mind
Forgiveness of heart is ever kind
And is like gems, of gold, to find
Forgiveness will my soul refine.
You’re not the boss, commanding fear
For you would make my pathway drear
I have God’s peace and loving care
And all that fills my heart with cheer.
I overcome these bossy things
Through Jesus’ blood which vict’ry brings
Jesus, my Lord, is King of Kings
His changeless truths…my eagles’ wings!
