Joshua Leesburg Poetry Repository

  Who is this that would challenge the armies of the living God, the audacity of this uncircumcised philistine with all his facades. Does he not know, is he unable to understand, the forfeiture of his life as it has been placed in my hand. Through the grandiose bellows of blasphemy which he spoke, a well know fire that welled up within me awoke. Though belittled and shamed for my age and size, I knew Who's I am, he was in for a surprise. And though I was ridiculed by those I knew well, when I get done with this philistine there will be an exceptional story to tell. I tried on some armor that just wouldn't fit, so I went to the brook and further fortified my grit. I picked out five smooth stones and placed them in my bag, ran to the battlefield to interrupt his blasphemous brag. He compared me to sticks and cursed me by his gods, threatened to feed me to the birds of the air as all the philistines nod. But I didn't come here to hear his spin, I came here to fight, as with Hi...

  I open my map to chart out the course, it’s time to get going, no time for remorse.   With the wind in my sails and my hand on the helm, I make the determination to seek out and sail to the Heavenly Realm.   To bring out treasures for the world to share, those nuggets of knowledge He would have me declare.   The sun in my face, the open see air, the wind blows calmly as it passes through my hair.   On the horizon a storm of adversity rolls in, no time to worry, no time to be thin skinned.   I could sail around out of fear and be capsized, or I could take it head on till His strength is fully realized.   I humble myself and drop the sails, I sail straight through the storm with all its destructive hail.   I navigate through the waves feeling the tosses and turns, feeling sick at times reeling as the boat churns.   The light pierces the clouds as I reach storms end, my stomach is finally settled and I’m on the mend.   I unfurl the sails ...

  I hold my tongue and defer my speech, waiting until a full understanding is reached. But if I open my mouth and speak my mind, I would do a disservice, not waiting on His Word in line. My pretty words alone wouldn't stand a chance, they wouldn't even be considered or given a second glance. With precept upon precept, line upon line, listening to His Word I bend my ear to incline. A little Word here and a little Word there, simple little poems that lay it all bare. For I stammer in my speech, but He's given me another tongue, He's even provided Words for a song to be sung. A part of the refreshing that will enable a much-needed rest, anointed Words of His wisdom that produce the very best. Have that ear to hear when His Word goes forth, don't sully in a person's insignificance or you'll wind up in dearth.