Transformation

Transformation

A Poem by Mr. Lopez

I stood there before the cross

And i saw

Where one heart wants to live

As if another is dead

When walking in a different vineyard

Her harvest of sin was for a season

But the stars are here to stay

Taken by temptation and

Disconnected by her sin

And still this dead heart can beat again

 

The darkest of shadows forgot my name

On this very day

So I lay my heart at the alter

For the hand that moves the mountain

Is the same that molds the clay

It was the only time…

It was the only time, I saw him rise

When in my life I let him in

Surprised was now my very soul

Void of all the poison

Sin has lost its power

When behind these eyes

The miracle would begin

 

© 2008 Mr. Lopez


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As I was reading this, in the beginning of it -- during which your heart was torn -- I started to think about what it is that captures us and holds us so. What power is it that others have, or that some "things" have over us to the point we are literally held captive from happiness... from real living. What makes us too weak to keep such things out.. ?

And then I continued on and transformation takes place -- God's love took over and healed -- set things straight -- freedom reigns once again. Though it is only temporary unless we allow Him to lead all of the time. Once we look away, our protection is lost, and therefore so are we -- again. I'm in a perpetual state of being lost and found. Lost and found. Lost and found. You'd think I'd get it by now. lol

This is wonderful ML! As you can see by my response.. very thought provoking indeed.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I read this again and these lines just grabed me "For the hand that moves the mountain

Is the same that molds the clay" Great lines my friend.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I appreciate this piece because this is where Gods love breaks though to us. I have of late been amazed at how much was accomplished on old bloody cross. The love and freedom that came for us is unmeasurable. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Any time you surrender yourself to the Lord and let himn take of hold of your life you got it made. Congrats on the write and the experiences. Great write. This piece reminds me of the holy spirit.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very beautiful poem I really like this a lot you have a great touch I hope to see a lot more of you wonderful work soon..God Bless

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! This is beautiful my friend, so powerful! Letting in God is transformational! Great title and such a beautiful write!

Posted 15 Years Ago


"For the hand that moves the mountain Is the same that molds the clay"...Preach!! That's good Mr. Lopez..
This is revelation from His Spirit himself.. This poem is from the heart, and loaded with wisdom.. which only comes from him.

Keep seeking His face,
Melba

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow this is a beautiful write!!
Your words here really pull the reader in & make the reader think!!
Kudos!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

EXCELLENT!! I love this! We all sin and can be transformed into something better by learning from it not letting its poison seep into our lives!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As I was reading this, in the beginning of it -- during which your heart was torn -- I started to think about what it is that captures us and holds us so. What power is it that others have, or that some "things" have over us to the point we are literally held captive from happiness... from real living. What makes us too weak to keep such things out.. ?

And then I continued on and transformation takes place -- God's love took over and healed -- set things straight -- freedom reigns once again. Though it is only temporary unless we allow Him to lead all of the time. Once we look away, our protection is lost, and therefore so are we -- again. I'm in a perpetual state of being lost and found. Lost and found. Lost and found. You'd think I'd get it by now. lol

This is wonderful ML! As you can see by my response.. very thought provoking indeed.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Mr. Lopez
Mr. Lopez

Chandler, AZ



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I was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..

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