God's For Me First

O God of sun and stars, You’re never there,
Your heart of love does not beat far away,
for giant galaxies You little care,
as You have said, they’ll all be gone some day.

Instead of stars, You care for sinful me,
I am worth more than any galaxy,
the spiritual world’s more real than what I see,
with You my soul will live eternally.

Like Your mind, mine should aim itself to stay
fixed on You and the heavenly goal we share,
attentive to the eternal words You say
that join my own soul’s precious part in prayer.

Just as You, Lord, love me much more than space,
may I tend to Your great celestial grace.

                          -- by Pete Voelz       11/30/12

The Waiting God

God doesn't wait for us to wait for Him,
He's all reved up and always prepped to go;
on top of all our needs and in the swim,
all ready, He buts waits for us to show.

All up to speed, God knows us inside out,
with bated breath, He teeters on the brink;
which way to go He hasn't any doubt,
He prompts, but we must be the first to blink.

Why do I pause, why do I hesitate?
I seem to be afraid of false alarms;
He's out of sight, out of my mind I wait,
I, faithless, fear to leap into His arms.

O God, hear now what I've so often prayed:
let me recall You said, "Be not afraid."

                         -- by Pete Voelz       1/06

We Are Here

O Lord, let me join You five minutes a day,
so that Our Father may both of us see,
to help me pray in this unfailing way,
and have Our Father always answer me.

Let me, O Christ, have all my sins forgiven,
when You and I together are with Him,
and with the Spirit enjoy a taste of heaven,
that by my sins and self seems rather slim.

O Jesus, may we just say, "We are here,"
 as You and I stand near Our Father's throne,
for with You there I know I need not fear
to be refused as when I stand alone.

O Lord Divine, I want You by my side,
where I hope to eternally abide.

                              -- by Pete Voelz      3/09

Meek Strength

Why is great God so meek before His creatures,
when He could easily make mincemeat of us?
Why are we made in image of His features,
except to prove again how He must love us?

We learn in school that meekness is not weakness,
how weak’s the Spirit hovering above us?
Somehow His love is mirrored in His meekness,
just as our meekness leads Him more to love us.

Our meekness shows we’re strong when we are humble,
a humble God shows He is worthy of us,
we can show humble meekness when we stumble,
to meekly take His cross He had to love us.

O Lord, to take Your meekness to such length,
Your meek humility must have much strength.

                           -- by Pete Voelz       11/25/12

My At-My-Mercy God

God at my mercy offers me His all,
He’s placed Himself there free for love of me,
He made me free to freely make the call,
He freely offers heaven almost free.

 God freely makes Himself available,
attentive to my prayer, always awake,
prepared to make another miracle,
Who even willed to die just for my sake.

What shall I do with my attentive Lord,
my Shepherd Who hands me the food I eat?
Do I desire not His great reward?
Shall I get off my duff and on my feet?

O at-my-mercy God, I’ll show to You
the mercy that I hope You’ll show me too.

                  -- by Pete Voelz       11/26/12

The Thought of God

The thought of God makes me feel weak and little,
and yet I thrill to feel Him strong in me,
I know God made us to stand in the middle
and there to choose to be or not to be.

When we glance at Great God how small we seem,
and yet He helps us conquer all the earth,
our powers of work and prayer are not some dream,
but prove the bone and spirit that tell our worth.

With hope we prep ourselves to live forever,
why shouldn't we be great, stamped with His face?
Through faith our rejoined bones will disjoin never,
and like her too, we’ll be so full of grace.

Why do we dawdle through this chance God gave us,
when it's the means by which He means to save us?

                                    -- by Pete Voelz       11/05  

Word or Miracle

God gives us miracles for we are weak,
His words should be enough for us to see,
and to believe, He only needs to speak,
not have to show things to make us agree.

But we are fallen creatures of the earth,
a cracked and broken world we suffer here,
where only things we sense have any worth,
and words need deeds in order to be clear.

Reason alone and Revelation true,
and God's own gentle voice prompting inside,
and all Creation giving God His due,
need sensual proof for our faith to abide.

To all these, Lord, You add a miracle,
enough to keep my senses sensible.

                  -- by Pete Voelz        12/09