Heal Leah

I know You are real.

You have power still,

The power to heal

This dear one so ill.

My friend hurts.

So I enter this session

Of fervent prayer

And faith-based intercession.

Heal this

Illness.

It's her Achilles Heel.

The serpent has struck her heel.

How can she climb that hill

With a bruised blue heel

As she lies here still --

Still not healed?

The hour is eleven --

We need power from Heaven.

The night is getting darker --

Her plight is getting starker.

O God, this disease

Has robbed her of ease

And plundered her peace.

So I ask Thee please:

Give her sweet relief,

The peace of release.

Raise Your child up from this,

Up from this bed of sickness.

Then she'll have a story

When to Your glory

My friend will bear witness.

No earthly idea

Can make whole

This sick soul.

So I call upon You,

Dear Lord,

To heal the ill Leah

And grant victory

In this war.

What's this glow that flows 

Through my trembling arm?

Reaching my hand,

It feels real warm.

Hotter my limb gets

To my fingertips

Without any harm.

Let this never quit!

I can see a

Change in Leah.

I feel the need to kneel

And adore You, Lord, for

My friend is now healed.

We survive,

We revive,

We thrive 

For You're alive.

© Matt Decker

Darren Doo Dares to Do

"Darren Doo,

Why do you

Dare to do?"

Cow gotta moo.

Dove gotta coo.

Spook gotta boo.

I gotta do.

Darren Doo's 

Derring-do

Dares to do

That which you

Refuse to do.

I welcome you

To Darren Doo's

Doing School.

It's not cool

Not to do.

Use this tool,

You will rule

Over fools who

Stare and drool

At those who

Dare to do.

Derring-do 

Dares to do

Things that you

Fear to do.

For if you

Fail to do

You will lose --

Yes it's true.

Losin' Lou,

Darren Doo --

Of the two

Which are you?

Me and you

Have a few

From which to

Pick and choose:

Much ado

And to-do

Or just do

What the few 

Dare to do?

Feelin' blue?

Here's a clue:

Think of new

Dares to do.

Derring-do

Rescues you.

Those who move

They do prove

How to groove

And improve.

Tell me who

Hoots woo-hoo?

Yells yahoo?

I'll tell you:

It's the few

With derring-do.

It's they who

Dare to do

Like Darren Doo

Who woo-hoo

And yahoo too.

I Darren Doo

Dreamed I flew

Up and through

Skies so blue

Above the queues

Cars and crews

By derring-do,

Daring to do.

And who knew?

From a view

It turned true.

© Matt Decker

They Called Me Amazing Grace

(Grace Daniels has led an amazing life. Feeling the end of her earthly journey, the ailing matriarch gifts her granddaughter with a priceless pearl of spiritual wisdom.)

From the start

It's been my heart

To be a spark

In a world so dark.

No regret, no disgrace

The struggle was no waste --

I grew from my mistakes

Thanks to this grace, His grace.

Now I'm here in this place

Near to behold His face.

What shall I bequeath?

'Twas upon these knees

Where I found relief

Via my belief.

Precious little girl,

As you face the world

May this truth unfurl --

His grace is your pearl.

I shoulda died in Mother's womb

But I escaped from certain doom

And from that point and place

My first name became Grace.

I was called amazing

But one truth they did miss --

It's only by God's grace

That I finished my race --

My heart's hope and wish?

That you understand this.

Through the lows and the highs

I learned to train my eyes

Beyond the azure skies

On my eternal prize.

There were twists and turns

But thank God I learned

To place faith in a Grace

That I could never earn.

More than once I was told

I wouldn't last to be old,

Through sickness and disease

That seemed to never cease,

But in grace I gained peace,

By faith I found release.

I've been to the brink

Where I didn't think

I would make it back alive --

But in that dark hour

I turned to His power

And so I did survive.

To live this long

I had to be strong --

But it is a strength

With biblical depth

And spiritual length --

His grace was my song.

I walked away from crashes,

Confrontations and clashes,

Emerged I from the ashes,

Alive and well tho' blasted --

By His grace I have lasted.

There was the time

On a hike and climb

When I slipped and fell --

A pool of red I bled,

Given up for dead,

But God against the odds

Again made me well.

The devil tried to kill me

But Christ the Lord healed me --

By His grace and glory

I lived to tell my story.

Still there's so very much

I don't yet understand,

But I've trudged under the touch

Of His ever-guiding hand --

Trusting in Heaven's perfect plan.

How did I make it?

Why do I still breathe?

The bearded face of Grace

Shined each time upon me.

I've been through the fire and flame

But through all and everything,

I remained faithful to His name

And so to you, dear, I proclaim:

Then, now and yet He's the same --

His holy love will never change.

All I've achieved,

Praise heaped on me,

Traced to grace and He

In Whom I've believed.

So dear one so sweet,

Let faith guide your feet.

Never ever doubt your worth,

The value of your birth,

Your destiny on Earth.

It can be a rough place --

Thankfully, there's Grace.

© Matt Decker