Greg Oosterhouse Poems

Welcome to my vase,
Please do come on in.
Miracles like you
Still happen now and then.
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A dab of devotion
A pinch of compassion
A cup of respect
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With pen in hand, and book in arm,
I am ever at the ready.
To do evil and grievous sin great harm.
I pray the Lord to make my hand steady.
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I am a poet, writer and psalmist,
Thanks to the events of a wedding reception.
Those three titles have been added to my list,
And now I write like my life is almost done.
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What good does it do to grumble?
What good does it do to complain?
What good does it do to mumble?
What good does it do to cry about the rain?
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When troubles like storm clouds appear, take His hand.
When worries cause your heart to fear, take His hand.
When taking on a new task, take His hand.
When blessings come, far more than you ask, take His hand.
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Like Gilgamesh and Enkidu,
We are friends, tried and true.

Only death can break our bond,
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Let us come to the house of the Lord.
Let us come and kneel down before Him.
At the place where great riches are stored,
We will say that we love and adore Him.
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You are my favorite composer,
The music you create in my heart makes me swoon.
Your music intensifies as you get closer.
Its crescendos make me jump over the moon.
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There is no way that you can be separated from my love.

You might think that the things you've done can cause me to hate you.
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