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are those who train and fight for a higher purpose. They are members of a rare fraternity who fight with intellect, conviction , and great skill. Motivated by a love for others, Warrior Poets become students of the art of war, so they may triumph when the enemy calls.
I trust the day will come
When the sun always shine’s
The door never shuts
And my wandering finds
A place of peace and comfort
On this road so long
And I can finally relax
In a home where I belong.
When I climb a mountain
Up on top I dream
Of this place I desire
Beneath the sunlit beam
Then I watch the Eagle fly
The breeze on wings so long
I grow so hungry inside
For a home where I belong
If I had Eagle’s wings
Could I fly to days to come
Where the warmth of the sunshine
Is the love that takes me home
To that loving place
Where my spirit sings the song
I have truly found a home
Where I belong
I watch the Eagle fly
Above these fields of soil
To its nest on the mountain sideFar above the toil
Of living in this land, where I feel so alone
Till I fly like an Eagle
To my eternal home
If I had Eagle’s wings
Could I fly to days to come
Where the warmth of the sunshine, is the love that brings me home
To that loving place, where my spirit sings the song
I have truly found a home, where I belong
Stephen Whitcomb
are those who train and fight for a higher purpose. They are members of a rare fraternity who fight with intellect, conviction , and great skill. Motivated by a love for others, Warrior Poets become students of the art of war, so they may triumph when the enemy calls
Walking down the pier of life Toward eternal ocean blue
Ships moored on either side From top mast their view Lies deployments destination Their final harbors peace Where berthed at last
In heavens port, All life’s labors cease
Board my ship
To sail the blue
Across time’s ocean vast
Till breaking the horizon Paradise seen at last
When the crew rejoices singing And the Captain leads their song
As they enter the port Where their hearts belong
Finally in heavens port Eternal paradise
The Captain’s crew marches Showered with wedding rice
To their eternal coronation
When the Captain to His King “Says “These are all You gave Me And You’re their everything
The morning’s sunrise
brought light and warmth to all.
The Eagle from His nest;
launched to follow His call:
His purpose was to be
the guarantor of love
joy and peace for all;
whose hearts are set above.
High in the mountain range
that silhouettes the sky;
the Eagle’s nest of grace
is His motive to fly:
to all across the land;
and care for His own;
whose heart’s are set on high
’til they are safe at home.
To fly at His side:
in the Eagle’s quest;
is my confidence
that evermore I’m blessed;
by the faith of Him
who gave His life for me;
then rose for evermore
in Heaven’s victory.
The everlasting hope;
of days forever free
of dangers in this life;
gives me time for tea;
with all who now relax
in safety at the side;
of the Eagle whose shade
is where their souls abide.
To fly at His side;
in the Eagle’s quest:
I grow in confidence
that evermore I’m blessed;
by the faith of Him
who gave His life for me;
then rose forevermore
in Heaven’s victory.
Secure in His death
alive now and free
I travel the road
of Calvary
beholding my Lord;s
lone sacrifice
He placed me where
sins knot was untied
Laid in a rich man’s
tomb He fulfilled
God’s plan to unite
lost souls to His will
He left the shroud
of this worlds chrysalis
in the empty tomb:
death’s antithesis
The reason why
He came was to win
wandering hearts:
by bringing them in
His pledge guaranteed
through baptisms Dove
His own victory
won by His blood.
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The work of the Artist
In the gallery of life
Brushed from the pallets
Masterpiece the eyes
Delight to behold
Beyond expectations
Of what it seemed
Since it’s conception
Amidst the bouquet’s
In a flower shop
The Owner’s song
Serenaded across
The scale of the Artist
In the key of G
As munificent grace
Set his own free
They served their Creator
By labors writ on
The tablet of flesh
In a heart of love
That flew on wings
Of the Eagle evermore
Who the Owned the shop
Of the Open Door
The Eagle felt the breezes
call Him to arise.
mighty wings carried Him
beneath all seeing eyes.
The Father of His heart
led Him unto those;
who rest in the shade
of He who for them rose.
He rose in victory;
after defeating death;
the hater of His own
was crushed whence as He was led;
to the tomb three days;
’til He walked out alive:
His resurrected heart
became our new life.
He led in His wake
all who sprouted wings,
in their hearts to rise;
high on heavens breeze:
ever lifted above
in Paternal relation
with their loving Father’s
familial salvation.
The path to the place
of holiness bequeathed
followed the Eagle’s
flight of victory;
the way of suffering
for being born again:
was life received from God;
set apart to Him.
Heaven everlasting
was promised unto those;
who set their sights on high
where love ever grows;
He led all He loved
in the everlasting peace;
of God’s Kingdom restored
to soar eternally.
A place deep in me
is wide open for;
the sun to walk
through my hearts door;
with light beams filling
the darkness within;
the place I hold dear;
’till God’s grace comes in;
with His gift that touches
my innermost being
and a joy that free’s
my spirit to sing;
songs of delight;
that rise evermore
with prayers to God
Who loves me to the core.
The heart of was born
At the Dawn of Resurrection
To link our souls with
The One Who Fills the heavens
From whence rays of liberation
Sent beams of passion down
To set the Prisoner free
From bondage to his mind
The Spirit’s heart of freedom
Rode upon a song
Of the singer whose Dove’s eyes
Transformed in peace
All who thirst For freedom
To worship and become
Free, the way their hearts
Tell them they were born to be
And the heart of freedom rode
Waves of the eternal now
From whence freedoms only hope
Was purchased by the blood
Of He Who paid the price
To ransom captive souls
from the bondage of corruption
In hearts shackled to the past
The heart upon the ‘winds of time
Blew with breezes from forever
Filling to the crest
Sails hoisted to receive
The freedom of the truth’s
Power to set free
All who terrorize
Those who overcome through Love
The hearts flight to freedom
Ended at the ocean shore
Where the Eagle built her nest
Between mighty waters
Whence the Spirit’s fight to free
Captives in the jaws of hate
Is fought and won by blood
As was shed Calvary
The Heart of freedom Stephen Whitcomb 07-07-06
Stephen’s poems reflect the soft Light
Of a gental soul in his writing you will
Find a calm word for turbulent times,
the comfort of a loving God and the
Reassurance of a life to come. Stephen
taps into the source of inner Strenght
and proclaims the love of his Savior
Deral Schrom
senior Pastor
South Suburban Christian Church
Stephen served in the US
Navy after the Viet Nam
War. He returned Home
and experienced life.He
Has been from the Lowest valleys
to the tops of many of
Colorade‘s 5 highest Peak
And Everywhere between.
This body of work reflects
His heart Preception From
the infinite between.
The righteous path awaits
my feet to step onto
the way that carries me
to the land all new.
Everything forever
will know decay no more:
I followed my Shepherd
straight through Heaven’s door.
The Righteous One kissed
my heart to carry on.
His regeneration
assured me He has won
the war of the ages
to credit to His saints
the identity of
a soul that still remains:
When I seek the Lord
in prayer to receive
His Spirit whispers in
my ears I have believed;
by faith He’s the Captain
of my ship on life’s ocean
to sail in righteousness
to heavens great promotion
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As He wings His way
in flight to evermore;
riding in His wake
are souls He has touched;
with inspiration’s gift
of healing in His wings;
as God’s Eagle of glory
reveals the heart of grace.
Soaring on the heights
of everlasting love;
God’s Eagle dignifies
lives His touch has healed.
Words of love flow
from hearts renewed to sing
His praises from all
lives healed by His grace.
In the Eagle’s wake;
captives now set free
rejoice as they follow
God’s gift to heaven’s land.
The day they arrive
to their eternal rest;
will renew the wings
God sent them in His grace.
Their everlasting state
is wholeness evermore;
to dance and rejoice;
singing praises to Him;
whose love was dignified
by His Eagle who led
their hearts out of this world;
on the wings of God’s grace.
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My favorite call to prayer
Is the vision seen;
Of the Eagle in flight
High up in the sky.
A teardrop rises
From my heart that’s touched
By the sight of the Eagle
That brings me to my knees.
Triumphantly my heart, submits to the One
Who gave me eyes to see: the Eagle above;
Communicating grace, to all who long to be
As free as the Eagle, who moves their heart’s in prayer.
The Eagle in His nest
Lives to please the One,
Who sacrificed His life
To rescue me from sin.
His promise of new life
Became the promise land;
Where I would fly above
In submission to God.
As my prayers of faith rise, to the throne of grace;
The blessings of heaven, bring tears up in my eyes.
The promise land within, was won on my knees:
The Eagle in vision, was strength to carry on.
Triumphant in battle
With principalities,
The powers retreated
At the vision I beheld;
When I saw the Eagle
That moved my heart to pray
As victory in Christ
Revealed my promised land.
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Eagle’s wings;
spread across;
hearts domain;
bear the cross;
passions flow;
reaching out;
assurance;
without doubt:
Be the man;
God designed
in the womb;
before time;
soar upon;
breezes of
confidence;
from above;
talons grow;
grace romanced;
Eagle’s flight;
unto whence;
work is done;
on the Rock;
built upon;
more than talk;
solid hope;
open to;
heaven’s art
see the view;
comforted;
in the shade;
feathered by;
words He said;
safe at home;
as He led
all who cling;
good as wed;
praise band’s sing;
lovers know;
Almighty’s
love shadow.
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He loves the orphan
Whose under the cloud
He says ‘Come unto Me
Away from the crowd.
‘I’ll make you one
With My Family,
Chosen by love
When on the tree
I purchased you by
Shedding My blood;;
I gave you a new heart
Connected above,
With all My redeemed
Whose souls are set free,
To live evermore
In My family;
‘Above this old lost
World where pride
Envy and lust
Push Me aside;
When I say unto them
I’m the only way
For you to live
Connected all day
With true human joy,
As I first planned,
Where all of love’s orphans
Now understand
They are one with
My Father above
Who made them one in
His family of love.
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The gentlemans hobby
the days sanity
no compromise
your loved enemy
defeated by force
conquered by grace
thorns of the rose
scars on the face
Know and proclaim
word’s from above
delighting in study
a rose from the bud
intimate union
the Spirit of peace
bond’s between men
never to cease
Live for the One
die to yourself
courageous to speak
save them from hell
identification
God’s Grace before
creation occurred
true life restored
Regeneration
The Almighty rules
His own new creation
crowned with jewels
robes of righteous
souls gathered to hear
teaching to all
with ears blessed to hear
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In God’s salvation
I found my true home.
In comfort I dwell
as my Fathers own;
A son who can look up
to his Father and feel;
His presence is where
my heart has the seal;
of love everlasting
in His family;
where God’s tender mercy
is as broad as the sea!
When the stone rolled away
New life sprouted wings;
sailing through the heavens
love led captivity
into true freedom;
ascended evermore
Where the Angels sing.
The Angel’s descent
rolled the stone away.
Life conquer
love came to stay
celebrating freedoms
flight on Eagle’s wings
Ascending unto where
God’s holy Angels sing.
Mary gazed into
the tomb of the Lord;
Angels on His bed
said He is evermore;
Alive in God’s kingdom
shaded by Eagle’s wings
as the trumpet sounded;
where the Angels sing.
After Christ’s ascent
to His kingdom above
our risen Lord and Savior
walked through the door of love.
He entered the land
where all on Eagles wings
will celebrate in peace
Where the Angels sing.
liberate;
word’s of hope
communicate;
spring wound up;
till set free;
loving sound;
two for tea;
all around;
word’s of love
gates unlocked;
freedom’s Dove
heart escaped;
soul unschlocked
cup is filled;
by the Rock;
flowing in
heart’s made free;
heavens road;
eyes to see
Kingdom is
promises kept;
Liberate;
to accept;
Love’s path is;
Spirit led.
When the stone rolled away
New life sprouted wings;
sailing through the heavens
love led captivity
into true freedom;
ascended evermore
Where the Angels sing.
The Angel’s descent
rolled the stone away.
Life conquer
love came to stay
celebrating freedoms
flight on Eagle’s wings
Ascending unto where
God’s holy Angels sing.
Mary gazed into
the tomb of the Lord;
Angels on His bed
said He is evermore;
Alive in God’s kingdom
shaded by Eagle’s wings
as the trumpet sounded;
where the Angels sing.
After Christ’s ascent
to His kingdom above
our risen Lord and Savior
walked through the door of love.
He entered the land
where all on Eagles wings
will celebrate in peace
Where the Angels sing.
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When I climb a mountain
Up on top I dream
Of this place I desire
Beneath the sunlit beam
Then I watch the Eagle fly
The breeze on wings so long
I grow so hungry inside
For a home where I belong
If I had Eagle’s wings
Could I fly to days to come
Where the warmth of the sunshine
Is the love that takes me home
To that loving place
Where my spirit sings the song
I have truly found a home
Where I belong
I watch the Eagle fly
Above these fields of soil
To its nest on the mountain sideFar above the toil
Of living in this land, where I feel so alone
Till I fly like an Eagle
To my eternal home
If I had Eagle’s wings
Could I fly to days to come
Where the warmth of the sunshine, is the love that brings me home
To that loving place, where my spirit sings the song
I have truly found a home, where I belong
Stephen Whitcomb
I awoke when I
found myself in You.
Roses were as red
as blood flowing through;
Your veins flowing
with everlasting love:
infusing me with life
from heaven’s God above.
Kneeling down to pray
on the knees of my heart;
Your Spirit’s comfort
hints that You’re not far;
away when I’m alone,
as You lift me up;
reminding that You
drank my bitter cup.
Your living sacrifice
lifted on a breeze;
my repent heart’s
new found liberty.
My newly opened eyes
saw the stone rolled away:
The breeze of Your promise
carried me away.
Everlasting life
was given as a gift.
My faith become sight
flew to the land that is
ever in the view
of God’s all seeing eyes:
You paid my ticket by
your living sacrifice.
Christ said He’s the Door
where all may enter in:
once beyond the threshold
I’ll never see again,
the sins my Savior tossed
behind His back so I
could partake of His life;
where the Eagle’s fly.
So sadly in the joys of youth
Something horrible, unexpected
Tears a community into
Shattered hearts thrown down
On the floor to be trampled
By the consequential pains
Of all who lost their
Hearts delight in living
As heavens Angels carry
Their loved one to her home
Where she’ll wait, filled with joy
‘Cause now she truly knows
Life’s joys cannot compare
With the everlasting peace
Of God’s eternal heaven
Where she awaits her loves arrivals
Blessings
December 15, 2013
There was a school shooting at Arapahoe High School, Littleton, Co.
The victim, Claire Davis, went to her reward December 21 2013.
I wrote this in her honor.
Are those who train and fight for a higher purpose. They are members of a rare fraternity who fight with intellect, conviction , and great skill. Motivated by a love for others, Warrior Poets become students of the art of war, so they may triumph when the enemy calls
Stephen paints a picture of life through his poems. His poems reflect what he sees in the events he has experienced and his relationship with his God. Even when life does not give us peace and love, God is always there to give us comfort. When there is no foreseeable good in the here and now, Stephen shows us that eternity with God will be glorious.
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