Ballad of A King

This ballad is based on 1 Samuel 23-24 when David was pursued by King Saul. I'm amazed at David's strong respect for Saul as God's anointed even though Saul was after his very life. David's story is a reminder that God is faithful to those He has called according to His purpose, if only we'll submit to His timing and be willing to endure our present difficulties for the prize He is offering.

Ballad of a King

The driving rain looks like broken strings

     On a harp that will never be heard.

Hands once trained for music now turn

     To the rising prelude of war.

Alone, I roam through the hills of Hachilah;

     My armor is light but worthy.

An entire kingdom against one man;

     One soul devoid of mercy.

I never asked to wear your crown;

     But the monster had to be killed.

Your own heart melted while I stood strong;

     Now a throne is being rebuilt.

Like poison, your eyes cut into mine—

     Jealousy mingled with blood.

I fled to this world carved in rocks and clay

     Still, my exile wasn’t enough.

I’m drenched in this rain, but it feels like oil,

     Beading so thick down my neck.

I was born for this and I’ll die for this;

     Arms calloused thick with sweat.

I feel like an animal in your sight,

     Roaming these hills for safety.

The earth is wet and I see your footprints;

     You’ve entered my kingdom bravely.

My eyes have adjusted to the dark, and I see

     You sleeping there in my cave.

I draw my sword, but I’m not like you.

     Death will find you another way.

With my sword, I cut a piece of your robe,

     And left you in your ignorance.

The thoughts still echo that my time will come

     But my heart doesn’t calculate its imminence.

I wasn’t prepared for the ambush of troops,

     Or the murderous look from your eyes,

Until I tossed you the piece of your robe,

     Saying, “I spared your life tonight.”

Copyright 2011 by Ashley Williams

Autumn's End

It fell slowly.

     A breath of wind broke its last fragment of strength

And the little red leaf touched the brittle grass

     For the first time.

Quietly, it came.

     Like blinds turning slowly for the eyes to see.

The trees that change their colors are dying

     And yet, so very beautiful.

Day hastens to night.

     Pink clouds are like chalk against a slate-blue sky,

Until the rain gently washes the chalk away

     And lulls the world to sleep.

 Frost shavings

     Mount like peaks on a vein of scarlet cranberries
 While the faint scent of perfume on my coral sweater

     Reminds me of last fall.

  I remember how

     We tossed a football in the yard, and I was content

  Just spending time with you as orange leaves cascaded

      Between us.

  Now, outside my window,

       Flecks of gold litter the apple orchard floor

  Like fragrant petals that follow a wedding.

       I won’t rake them today.

Copyright 2011 by Ashley Williams

A Soldier's Story

I dedicate this poem to all the soldiers

in our military who have given of themselves
unselfishly, even to the point of laying down
their lives. You deserve so much more credit
than you've been given, and I thank you for
protecting this great nation and the people who
live in it day after day. God bless you all, and
God bless America!

2 Chronicles 7:14-16

A Soldier's Story

Count every footstep I walked, if you would dare to go those lengths.

A soldier’s story isn’t written with your paper and your ink.

My soul beat out the words when only God came down to listen  

You were somewhere in your world while I was fighting your redemption.

I wouldn’t expect you to know just how dark the nights can get,

The coldness of a weapon’s metal or depth of a soldier’s pledge.

Talk to me all you want about your politics and regimes—

You handle the lesser details. Leave the fight and freedom to me.

My boots lay still against the earth on this bed of poison ivy;

I feel the New Testament warm my chest as nightfall cloaks around me.

The mud and limbs that shroud my frame are my blankets here tonight.

Another mission, take no prisoners, is the anthem of this fight.

                   

I know each item’s weight, when my canteen is full or hollow.

When all of me is camouflaged, I lastly mask my sorrow.

My heart beats out a type of blood so different from your own

You count your idols while I bury the soldier you’ll never know.

                                                                                                            

I didn’t mean to grow numb to death, but it happened just the same.

I can’t ask questions about why or when the day they changed my name.

More haunting than the nights alone are the years we leave behind us—

Seeing myself in a trench laid low, cradling my gun in silence.

Four years I was gone; now I can’t even recognize my country.

I thought we were in this together, until you turned and shot me.

Shaking hands with the enemy, how quickly you’ve forgotten.

I thought our flag was beautiful; you burn it with lies and toxin.

Half of me is screaming out; the other half is patrolling.

One day we’ll launch our own attack on a day you aren’t expecting.

Trained, numbed mentally, and primed, I stepped onto this battleground.

I thought my wound was bad until the soldier beside me went down.

I wonder if you’d love me after all the scars I’ve taken.

I wonder if I get free speech or if this is still my nation.

I wonder if soldiers are born, or if they grow over the years.

I wonder if angels are sent, or if they followed us here.

Copyright 2011 by Ashley Williams

Beneath the Willows

I felt led to write the poem "Beneath the Willows" as an encouragement to other people like me who are saving themselves for marriage and waiting for God to write their love story. This poem expresses the certainty of one day finding true love in the quiet times of waiting. Because the topic of romance is always prevalent in our society, I believe that a godly view this subject is not only timely to our culture but is also necessary in encouraging young and older Christians alike that waiting for true love is not an outdated term.

Hope you enjoy the poem, and God bless!

Beneath the Willows

From my window, I gazed passively at

     The lush willows surrounding my tower.

Hope filled every hour

     As I searched for you on one of the paths

Beneath the trees.

The lacy strands of the willows bowed low,

     Until every pebble felt its frail touch.

My heart has given much

     In these quiet moments, resting my love

In your promises.

It was always dawn or dusk, veiled gently

     Across the land, brushing the paths in gold.

Night never brought its cold;

     Only dreams that hinted at something more—

Warming my heart like soft embers.

Some days are long, others pass by softly

     Like the shadows that stray to find their place.

I never knew such a grace

     That would lead me here to wait for you in

Such sweet contentment.

I love you more than the heights of these walls,

     Around every bend of symmetric stone.

My heart had always known

     That somewhere amid these willows and vines

I would find you again.

I observe the tangled stems and wonder

     If today is to be the day—and yet

Even if time should separate us but

     A little longer, I will never leave

This window.

Copyright 2011 by Ashley Williams

Don't Dream Your Dreams Away



photo © 2011 by Robert Linder

You’re cradling a phone to your ear, half-listening to the automatic machine play some unknown music from the sixties while you’re still on hold. In fact, it seems that every time you call this person, you’re on hold. Ugh! Frustrated, you return the phone to its receiver, thinking to yourself that you could have already had a load of laundry washed, dried, and folded during all the time you’ve wasted waiting for that person to pick up.

Most of us know what it feels like to be on hold, doodling on a pad of paper and writing our names in every font possible until either that person answers or we get tired of waiting and give up. But even more than having to wait on the natural things in life, it seems enormously harder to wait on those things that are close to our hearts. Dreams push us forward, catapulting us into a world that we might have otherwise never considered possible. They give us purpose, motivation, and above all, joy. However, many of us abort our dreams before God even has the chance to birth a miracle simply because we’re too impatient to stick it out.
 

A pilot, surgeon, athlete, singer, carpenter, mechanic, and musician—these are just a few of the dreams we have. However, even more than an occupation, some may dream of a restored relationship with a parent or child, a weeklong cruise to Alaska, or even a quiet night with their spouse away from the kids! Whatever your dream may be, one thing will always be certain: with God, all things are possible.

While we may think we know the destiny for our lives, we must remember the words of Proverbs16:9 which says, “A man’s heart plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps.” Make sure your dream is, in fact, from God. Seek the Lord through prayer, and find out if your dreams line up with His Word. If it does, then you can be certain that God will bless it, no matter what opposition comes your way. If you feel like you are still struggling to find God’s plan for your life, then don’t hesitate to ask Him.

Next step is this: pull out the kneepads and pray, pray, pray. And when you’re finished praying, pray some more. First of all, make sure your motives are pure and what you’re waiting on God for lines up with His Word. Is it rooted in your desire to give God the glory or for your own self-gratification?

It’s just like the phone call example. Sometimes even when we’re right in the middle of God’s will, there’s a waiting time. It’s not a bad thing. It’s not something to be despised. It’s just something that we have to go through in order to receive God’s harvest for our lives. But I’d like to pose another question: What if you’re calling the wrong “phone number” and are waiting needlessly? See, it’s so easy to feel a burning desire in your heart and in your own mind make every justification for it in the world, saying it has to be from God because of such-and-such reason (and you all know you’re as guilty as I am when it comes to this). The last thing God wants is for one of His children to venture out into an unknown land thinking they’ve heard from Him to do it and then get hurt. Just always pray for God’s timing in your life. And if you know for sure that God’s calling you to do something, then trust Him and go for it. He’ll always provide.

Know this: when you have a dream that has been planted in your heart by God, then there will likely be people sent to try to destroy it. And those people will using come in that waiting season, planting seeds of doubt until they’ve talked you out of God’s will for your life entirely. However, let your confidence and self-worth lie in God instead of other people’s opinions about you, and your dreams will survive whatever opposition comes your way—no matter how long the wait. 

Psalms 25:3 says, “Indeed, let no one who waits on You be ashamed . . . ” Romans 5:5 tells us, “Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” These are only two of the many verses in the Bible that can encourage you to move forward toward your dreams and to use the waiting season as a time to draw closer to God, trusting Him that He will bring it into your life at the right time.  

Obey and Be Blessed

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Have you taken the time to calculate just how fast your brain can react in even the most demanding situations? To test this, next time you know God is calling you to do something you don’t want to do, count to see how many excuses your brain can come up with in less than two minutes. Not even a high-tech computer can compete with that. However, as great as our brain is, sometimes even the smartest of us try to reason in our heads that when it comes to making decisions, we know more than God.

This is one time when your brain has let you down.

The problem with obedience has been around since the beginning of man. God tells us something, but we test our boundaries and then blame Him when something bad happens to us. True obedience – no matter what the case – never asks questions. It simply does what it’s told and trusts God with the rest. 1John 2:17 says, “And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever.” Abides forever. When you choose to submit to the will of God instead of your own flesh, the blessings received are not only for this earth, but even more, they are for eternity.

I love the example Joyce Meyer gives in her book The Confident Woman. She creates a mental picture of a father holding his little girl in a pool of water. As he walks further into the water, saying softly, “Deeper, deeper, deeper,” the child’s hands tighten around his arms. What the little girl fails to realize is that if her father were not holding her, she would be in over her head no matter where he walked in the pool, regardless of its depth. The same is true with us. We could never hope to make it through even the “shallowest” situations in life without God’s loving arms lifting us up. If we would only realize this sooner, more of us would live a lifestyle patterned after obedience. Even when the hard decisions come, God’s still holding us no matter how deep He takes us.

Job 36:11 says, “If they obey and serve Him, they shall spend their days in prosperity, and their years in pleasures.” God wants us to obey Him because He wants to bless us. Everything that God commands us to do is always for our own good, whether or not it seems that way in its beginning stages. Remember, God sees the whole picture. From my house, I can’t see the beach. I can’t see the Statue of Liberty in the horizon. I can’t even see a tip of Mt. Everest, the tallest mountain in the world. My vision is limited to where I live, and if I never knew about anything else other than what I saw day after day, I would always be content with my surroundings. The same is true with our spiritual life. God wants us to obey His direction even when we can’t make it make sense in our heads. (Note: this is where faith really comes in handy!)

Close your eyes and let Christ be your eyes for a while. Where is He trying to lead you? Are you willing to follow His guidance, or do you try to reason with Him that you know what’s best for you? “I know what I’m doing, God,” you might say to Him. “I’ll be careful.” But He doesn’t want your carefulness, just as any loving parent wouldn’t want to hear their child say, “I’ll be careful in the road.” True obedience doesn’t try to get around doing something or find an easy shortcut.

Your job isn’t to go through the scenarios in your head of what will happen if you start to follow God and it fails. Your job is to trust in His sovereignty and go forward with His plans. Your job isn’t to search the world for Mr. or Miss Right, wondering if God has heard your heart's desires or is aware of your "single" status. Your job is to trust that if God keeps closing doors for relationships in your life, it is because He is saving the BEST mate for you and is arranging to bring His choice of a spouse to you in the timing He has chosen. Your job isn’t to calculate your finances before determining whether or not you will go forward with something God has told you to do. Your job is to show God that you trust Him completely by putting your checkbook in His hands, sow your seed into God’s Kingdom in faith, and have confidence in knowing that He will cause you to reap a harvest because of your obedience. In short, your job is to trust God and obey His leadership in your life. There is a good, an acceptable, and a perfect will of God (Romans 12:2). I choose to have His perfect will for my life. What is your choice of the three?