Even the brightest minds

Even the brightest minds know that there is a mind brighter still.
A thought so great, never to push beyond ones will.

Even the workers hands know there's a palm greater than his own.
A wonder to think, a heavenly throne.

Even the worlds best architect knows he cannot design the simplest natural feature.
There must be One most skilled, the great architect teacher.

Even the symphony's conductor knows he cannot to every note replicate.
There surely must be one like no other, one to divinely orchestrate.

Even the qualified shepherd, who's flock show his tendencies.
Knows there's a Good shepherd who for generations has protected from enemies.


Even a mother who gives a newborn life.
Knows that there is a Greater Life Giver who endured pain beyond belief to see me completely redeemed.



And so I yield to the Greater One , my Jesus for whom there is none

Other praises to give ,

More than; in Him, this life I will live.

The Wind and the bird.

I looked up noticing a bird on a wing
White with streaks of gray; delicate,  small .
It pranced up into the wind, oblivious to the flight.
Never once considering a fall.
Gliding it tapped into the glorious swish ,
One I could hear from my window pane.
A wind so forcing it could make me step forward
To close the panels and away refrain.

But not this bird.
The swoosh and gusting made it glide and ride;
Delighting in invisible blow.
Soaring, leaping, twisting in delight
Dance in the streaking sunlight glow.

And then The still small voice whispered to me in the quiet of my glare.
'You see that little bird - doesn't seem to be doing much there,
But you can learn from this nothingness how to glide through your way.
How to wake up each morning,
How to see each new day.

Fearless.
Trusting.
In complete serenity.
The Wind may seem scary to some.
But the bird says "Not to me !"


It doesn't worry about its height above the ground.
Whether it will be blown away never to be found.
It doesn't worry whether the wind is capable still,
To hold the feathers up strong, present beyond its will.
It doesn't fret about when the wind might stop blowing.
It trusts the after-math of breeze to carry it along.
It enjoys the rushing, gushing, passing streaks,
For the experience will give it a new song.'

"Yesterday the wind blew
It had proven itself in past so I knew,
I surely could trust it's gust anew
To let me ride through and through."

So now in this picture, I write and see
The Great Wind is God ,
and the little bird is me.

By Lakechia Jeanne
DoseofPoetry©

I've been feeling a little overwhelmed with just how the world is going recently ,
It been a huge burden on my heart to know that the Righteous Judgement of God is pending. Not silent, and most certainly not dead.

I've had some time of reflection , on what this means for me in my own life. And my biggest burden is the knowledge that I have friends and family members that are at present not walking in The Way. Not seeing the evilness of the world and the truth of God.
Not responding to the warnings.
It breaks my heart, there is an un-ease about it . And one that I am continuinally asking God to straghten out. I have to be honest . I fear the coming Judgment, I fear what it means and entails.
I fear for my soul. And it makes me want to draw closer to God all the more.
I want to please Him, So desperately and I'm frustrated with myself for not being all that I know I should be. God is helping me though .
I woke up earlier today revisitng the verse that says in Lamentations 3'22 His mercies are new every morning, and great is His faithfulness.
So if there is anyone who has felt, is feeling or yet to feel how I have been feeling these past few days, Just know 'For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.' (2TIM1'7) It is His will that we 'look up' (Luke 21'28) and find refuge in the One I believe will never let us go. Even when He feels far, He is right here. We just need to trust in Him.



There is a sense of impending doom
As if the world is coming to an end
There is a thickness in the air
As if a warning from a friend.

Harken to the warning
Listen to the call.
Sin separates us from God.
Please do not fall.

I know I am not perfect
I'm just trying the best I can.
Gods will is for us to be Holy.
We must strive for perfection.

So Surrender your lives ,
Give to God everything.
Send the message far and near.
Await to the Angels sing.

Put away the corrupt world
Restore your minds unto Him.
And He will give you peace.
Even as you trust in Him to win.

By Lakechia Jeanne 

Dose of Poetry©

Scandinavian Heart

It's been just over a week, since I got back from a trip to the continent. Even though I live in Europe, it was a huge change to be in Scandanavia, the culture, the people, scenery was all hugely different. It was an interesting experience. On the coach back to the airport, I saw a yellow house in the middle of a field of corn. It was an extrordinarily vivid picture of what Scandanavia looks like in one scene, and even though I didn't get a picture, the image is engrained in my mind. I took out a pen, my notepad and began to write : Scandanavian Heart.


Upon the golden sheaves and the golden fields  - a little red flag rests upon the hills. 

Upon a yellow house it stands,

Isolated from the surrounding lands. 

Among the golden faces shon, the golden smiles locks along. 

Bungalows still by the edge of the road reside. 

Wandering hares glaze boldly aside. 

The sweating hawk of the bicycle break, the wavering livey grass, sways with the wind that takes. 

Fir trees, the pinewood smell; reminding me of Christmas, and might as well.

Wind turbines rotate and with the birds rejoice. Singing and dancing butterflies around, the larks raise their voice. The Nordic skies and rolling hills, the nature is tamely wild. One does as one wills. 

The grinning faces, helping to places. One knows not where to start. Though now I'm leaving not sure to grieving, Alas Scandinavian heart.  

This Summer has been wonderfully filled with various things to, which is great because I love being active, but it's also presented the challenges of not having quality time with God, I have been able to pray and read His word , but not to a 'satisfying point'. I guess God word is like the replenishment that rids hunger. Well in that case - I've been in a spiritual diet ! Which isn't good. 

I wrote the following words when about a week ago - I felt so 'wanting' for the word of God - I needed it desperately to give me life ; as it always does. 

Hebrews 4'12

For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.

To the Filling of My Heart

To the filling of my heart  I will pray.

To the quenching of my thirst I will stay,

Closing into the living waters that replenish my soul

In the morning and all of the day.

Unnecessary pleasures I will flee.

Before You I come with all in me longing to be humble.

Though my mind is in need of desperate control.

Distractions may come, but I'll show them the door,

Sin will entice, But I want it no more.

The 'Mary' in me wants to sit at your feet,

The 'Martha' I see wastes the time to fleet.

May self-control be my song.

The feet of the cross is where I belong. 

Before the time is finally gone.

Lakechia Jeanne - 2016 Copyright

As I am writing this , I am 19 years old.
The next time I probably write again ; I'll be 20.
Wow.
What a difference a year can make to - well, everything.
I've been journeying and mounting up the physical , emotional and
Spiritual courage to enter into the next decade of life in a way that
I can feel a sense of readiness and most of all an amount of earnest hope
to see what God has in store for me in my twenties.
It's funny though because I feel as though I have been a child for all of my life ,
And that's finally going to change.
There are new responsibilities that come with age ,
Ones I am asking God to help me recognise and meet , in all diligence and humility ,
May our characters be fined in His very likeness.
And as we grow with age , may our Spirits do the same.



"Here are my hands, here  are my feet ,
Take them and use them for what You need.
Not of myself but all of You,
What ever You ask LORD I will do"


Lakechia Jeanne ,
DoPoetry