Shine

I'm picking a word
Like a nickel in my pocket.
‎Well, maybe a penny,
‎No, let's pick a dime.

I'm looking for treasure
In sound and in meaning
And with help of my Jesus
I'll happily find.

So that glory would flow
To Him through a poem
Through a cumbersome phrase
Or unusual rhyme

Not a native performing
Acrobatic adventure.
Taming wonderful language
To see glorious shine.

Quite a tricky endeavor
When vocab is not stunning
Seeking ways to express
Awe and glory devine.

Let Him shine...

Andre Anokhin
30.07.2018

Even

Even
the most brilliant and creative spontaneous piece of art
needs
though not completely tasteless
but still utilitarian
frame to hold it.
Likewise God
in all His creativity
making Man
did so with
a structure and order
to the tiniest detail.
Creativity and order
are paced
and glorify
the ultimate Designer and Builder
of the Universe
and all that fills it.

Andre Anokhin
30.07.2018

Who is made?

Either a man-made god
Is just ignored
By God-made man
Or a man, who's made from mud,
Kneels honestly before
Creator's throne again.

Andre Anokhin
30.07.2018

Доверюсь

Поверить и понять
Любви Христа размах,
Могущество Его,
Что я в Его руках.

На сердце зарубить.
На разуме - печать.
И веру укрепить.
И веру поливать.

Прожить по вере жизнь.
Достичь того, что Бог
Мне уготовал здесь
Исполнить для Него.

И каждый день борьба
Жестокая внутри
За жизнь - жизнь со Христом,
Чтоб верным быть в пути.

С греховной плотью бой
Развернут по фронтам.
Сомнений в Боге брод
Я не осилю сам.

Со страхом и грехом
Рычит и бьёт война.
И только со Христом
Надежда мне видна.

Его Словам внемлю,
Ведь Он - мой генерал.
Доверюсь я, ведь Он.
Победу одержал.

Андрей Анохин
23.07.2018

For ministers

A leader-led leadership
Is surfacing life.
Catching a wave,
Cuts it like a knife.

It's moved by the wind
Of ideas and fads.
It brags with achievements
That weren't so bad.

No deep hesitations
But a quick anger burst
Of the leader-led leadership,
That's deserving the most.

It moves into action,
And the cost's set aside.
We're advancing the Kingdom
Together with pride.

The surfacing leadership
Will once go deep
In frustration of shallowness,
When results go steep.

Once ambitions and passions
Of our flesh will just drown
The leader-led leadership,
Casting all of its crowns.

Don't fall in temptations
To lead and to boast.
Your heart is so tender.
It won't get the cause.

Go deep into depth
Of the One who has made
The deepest of waters
And rages its waves.

Go deep into wilderness.
In His presence abide.
The servant-served stewardship
Will shine off your pride.

Andre Anokhin
18.07.2018

Пора-пора-порадуемся...

Как проснулись с Сашей, помолились, попели песни прославления, прочли псалом и тут в радостном настроении сочинили ремэйк на известный хит :)

♪♫♬
Пора-пора-порадуемся
На своём веку
Красавице-женусе 
И Божьему псалму!...
♫♬♪

Like

Like Sonic Peanut buttershake.
Banana bread that Sasha makes
With maple syrup and PB.
Like peanut butter on a crisp.

Like flesh desiring all that
I want to long for real Bread:
God's Word through which I find life,
By Whom I'm truly satisfied.

Andre Anokhin
6.07.18

Little rhymes

Do not ignore
Your little rhymes
Cause they can grow,
Glow with charms,

Refresh a heart
Redeem a soul
Of burdened strangers,
Laboured foes.

They can.

Andre Anokhin
5.07.2018

One day

It's like taking a rag
And making it wet.
Then wiping a table
Without regret.

Wiping out the dust,
Enjoying the scene.
Wiping it well.
Wiping it clean.

It's like this.

Something will happen
One day in this world.
The wickedness will be
Wiped out and go.

The wicked will be then
Wiped out like dust,
Like crumbs that are dry,
Like grease that you must

Get rid of. And this
Will happen one day
The world will be clean
Like a table, a tray.

It's crazy. It's scary.
Completely and clean.
No more second chances.
No argues you'll see.

No more. It is wiped.
The end has just come.
The end to the trail
Of rebellious man.

No more, no chances,
Compromise, "choose and picks"
Theological Bargains,
Philosophical tricks.

It is over. It's done.
It's accomplished. It is.
You had time to repent.
But you... chose this.

It is over, complete.
There's no reverse.
Rethinking of Brexit.
Rethinking the cause.

No evangelism needed.
The mission's complete.
We have preached. You have heard.
And this fate you will meet.

...

Wiped out. Completely.
Though, well, with a due,
A due so that there's
A chance, friend, for you.

Wiped out, my friend,
I don't want you to be.
There's a chance, I assure,
If you kneel and agree.

A chance to wipe out
The grease of your sin
Or your "wholesome" life
Will end up in a bin.

Choose.

Andre Anokhin
5.07.2018

My life is spilled on alter...

My life is spilled on alter
‎but often on the wrong one
‎the alter of my passions
‎the alter of distractions
‎the wrong.

Well Lord I'm weak and weary
And humbly now I come
Come straight to the right alter
And I have life, have some

To spill still on the alter
The right one, godly one
My strivings and endeavors
Lose sense in sight of Thee

I bow. Bow down.
Bow down before You
Before the throne of glory
And want to live anew.

Andre Anokhin
5.07.18