God Luck

How lucky we are to possess God's luck,
how little we appreciate our good fortune;
could evil not potentially run amok,
could we not be much worse off with our portion?

God made a world so beautiful, good and true,
He set His rational natural laws in order;
no matter how much sin we may pursue,
God always holds the bad within a border.

There is a reason for our lucky lot,
God is Himself so logical and caring;
it's no fun fancying evils we have not,
we'd rather bear those ills we share unsparing.

Should we not pinch ourselves we were created
by our good God, though unappreciated?

                             -- by Pete Voelz          7/05

So What

When my soul came to go, I left my diet
and exercise for body dear now dead,
my voice, my words, my messages now quiet,
my messy files, my plans, my past all shed.

I left behind each colleague, loving friend,
my lifelong love and dearest darling wife,
fun with my son and daughter came to end,
grandchildren's joy, the future of my life.

My library I left, my bank account,
from fondest memories I was bereft,
my thoughts, my cares, all that was paramount,
 with everything now gone, so what was left?

I was so busy with, oh, so many a thing,
so what now matters? Only what I bring.

                               -- by Pete Voelz        7/05

The Space of Grace

God gives me strength but also lets me be,
sometimes I pray, He showers me with grace,
yet not so much I am no longer free,
along with help, He always gives me space.

God grants support to give my will some spine,
He wants to guide and yet not to control,
He knows the choice, but wants it to be mine,
we both do battle for my fickle soul.

I want what's right, my body drags me back,
it seems to want a life that's all its own,
God's only there to help take up the slack,
He wants the true me, not some godly clone.

God made me real, which means He made me free,
He leaves my fate and choices up to me.

                                          -- by Pete Voelz

Wrong or Right

Sometimes I'm wrong, and it is not a sin,
sometimes I'm right, and yet there is no grace,
sometimes it seems a person cannot win,
the right and wrong can just be out of place.

The mind of God is not the mind of men,
the strongest law is still the law of love,
but it is love according to God's plan,
love ultimately guided from above.

The moral and the spiritual are tight,
and that is how they almost always stay,
but sometimes it is wrong to turn out right,
sometimes the right thing just gets in the way.

O God, Your rightness and Your love are one,
light as a feather, though it weighs a ton.

                            -- by Pete Voelz           11/09

'Tis God Alone

'Tis God alone tells what life's all about,
who else knows really why we come and go?
Where we are from no one has figured out,
where we end up no one for sure can know.

In the great scheme of things, we're pretty small,
just who we truly are few know or care,
let's face it, we don't really count at all,
without God in our life, there's nothing there.

But God gave us our minds to reason to
how He created us and how we grow,
then He revealed to us what all is true,
and why He did--because He loves us so.

Since I can't take with me all that I own,
O God, let me most value You alone.

                          -- by Pete Voelz     7/05

Unboring God

Does God get bored with me when I am bored?
When I get tired of asking Him again,
of praying half-sincerely, “O my Lord,
please help me overcome the same old sin”?

I do desire His mercy miracle,
He always knows what I’m desirous of,
though I feel so, like, hypocritical,
He cuts through all my jitters with His love.

Why am I bored with such a caring God?
I pray and He’s already seen my goal,
He’s pierced my bored disinterested facade,
and bored deep in my infinitely precious soul.

Since, Lord, You’re never bored with me, it’s true,
I choose to be more interested in You.

                           -- by Pete Voelz       11/2/12

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Trust Rest

O Jesus, rest my heart, in You I trust,
Your peace in life I also do accept,
instead of rage, I take the things I must,
let me rejoice where heretofore I’ve wept.

More than I ever will, You ate the pain,
You trusted in Your Father’s will above,
let all Your care for me not be in vain,
instead of stone, we have a God of love.

O Jesus, You are God, You trusted Him,
so how can helpless I not trust the same?
Against Your powerful tide I cannot swim,
to not rest in Your peace--O what a shame!

O Jesus, let my trust in You increase,
so my sore heart rests in Your gentle peace.

               -- by Pete Voelz       11/1/12