GALLERY
Here are some of my creative works, including paintings, poems, picture quotes, and other meaningful creations that reflect my passion and inspiration. Each piece carries a story, emotion, or message that I hope will connect with and encourage others. Through these works, I aim to share creativity, expression, and moments of inspiration in different forms.
My Arts
A collection of heartfelt paintings & drawings inspired by faith, emotions, healing, and the journey through life.
My Songs
A collection of heartfelt songs inspired by faith, emotions, healing, and the journey through life.
The Call of God & Borne Up As The Eagle
The Lord Is My Shepherd & The Star of All Hope
The Weaver's Design & Think Before We Speak
The Heaven Shall Dawn
My Poems
A collection of heartfelt poems inspired by faith, emotions, healing, and the journey through life.
When Life Feels Like Messy Soup
A big messy soup seems ‘tis all of my life –
Just brimming with steam and now boiling with strife;
Why would the Creator throw me in this mess?
Does He care about all my pain and distress?
The massive confusion that rages within
Stirs up all the soup and creates quite a din,
Potatoes of doubt to the soup are a pest,
As unbelief charred, in the mind doth yet wrest.
A finely chopped onion just makes me to cry
For reasons unknown that I cannot say “why”
The heart, mind and spirit inside feels chopped up
As pain and confusion now boils in my cup.
The beans of rejection pop up in the stew
Confounding relationships old, lost or new;
The morsels of meat swim in rivers of tears –
Are viciously beat on by unfounded fears.
And then I behold a chunk frothing with rot
Which represents lies that the enemy taught,
It’s floating around and spreads rot where it goes,
While truth may be buried by lies that they chose.
The powers of darkness take aim at my soul
And make me believe that I’ve lost all control –
But satan’s defeated and *Christ reigns supreme,
And *He holds the soup, whether messed or with cream.
When we give to Jesus the soup of our life
Despite the confusion, the pain, grief and strife,
Yield Him each potato, each onion and bean –
For He sees it all and each portion has seen.
Those anguishing strands that were torn from the heart
He binds up with gold where prayer’s dewdrops do start,
So deftly He weaves the dark pieces with gold –
Creating true beauty unseen and untold!
For God sees your life with an eternal view
Controlling the heat in the trials and stew,
Your heart’s deepest pain is a launch pad of grace
Where Christ creates beauty and imprints His face!
Keturah C. Martin
The Old, Ugly Knapsack
I carried a backpack for most of my life –
An ugly, old knapsack just brimming with strife,
Its pockets diverse were just bulging with stuff,
Yet none understood or would say “It’s enough.”
That bitter rejection I zipped up with haste
Inside a dark pocket of pain, grief and waste,
The zipper was bursting with pressure untold –
Would often spill out in the anguishing cold.
The biggest compartment was crammed full of lies
Which slithered around with the maggots and flies,
They slipped from the pocket and fell at my feet,
Which caused me to trip on the pathway so steep.
My backpack had pockets encased in dark grime,
So filthy, unfathomed, midst agony prime,
It could not be opened – so tightly was tied –
So dirty and hopeless it felt I had died.
The hatred and bitterness frothed day and night
Within a large pocket creating stark blight,
It spilled through my backpack to each pocket there –
Spread death and chained slav’ry in greater despair.
And then I saw Jesus approaching in love,
Surrounding my form with the peace of a dove;
He tenderly said ‘I could give Him my sack –
That He’d take it all and restore what I lack.’
He opened the pockets - took each item out,
To Calvary’s cross He brought all without doubt,
So kindly He took all my pain in His hand-
Poured in healing oil as He helped me to stand.
He broke ev’ry lie and replaced them with truth,
Christ shattered my chains and the bondage uncouth;
My old, bulging knapsack He fully transformed,
And filled it with miracles His love performed!
Keturah C. Martin
May 25, 2023
The Limits of Cancer
Though it is a monster that rages about-
This dreaded disease that by “cancer” doth shout,
Yet it has no power, but under the Lord:
For He controls fully this death-breathing sword.
If He has allowed it, your body to hit,
This indicates He near your side wants to fit-
He longs to walk with you in each future step,
That you always know “by His power you’re kept.
Though cancer, it seems, will move in with dread shove,
Yet it can’t succeed in the crippling of love;
It can’t subdue mem’ries so happy with song,
Nor courage repress when the Lord makes you strong!
Your friendships, by cancer, can never be killed,
Nor can it insist that your laughter be stilled;
It can’t corrode faith nor yet shatter one’s hope:
For God’s grace sufficient will help you to cope!
This cancerous vermin cannot destroy peace,
Nor even a little to make it decrease-
With you, Jesus rides in the eye of the storm,
And close to His breast you’re kept peaceful and warm!
Destructions of cancer your soul can’t invade,
As Christ your hand holds and delivers His aid;
Eternal life given, it never can steal:
For Jesus is Saviour – His hand you can feel.
Though cancer may ravage your body all through,
It never can conquer God’s Spirit in you;
It has many limits, yet helpful can be
To be used by God as He purifies thee.
This dark disease bring in surrender to Him:
Then He renews hope and makes bright what was dim;
The pain, grief and heartache commit to His hand –
He’ll use it for good, though you don’t understand.
Hark! List to His voice calling tenderly now,
“Come near to Me Child, that I may show thee how,
That I use affliction to strengthen thy soul –
And My arms shall hold thee, though billows may roll!”
- Keturah C. Martin
Dec. 2023
Devoid of Choice – No Voice
Written as a voice for the unborn
It started one day with a plan in God’s heart
Before earth’s foundation had yet seen its start,
He chose me back then to be part of His plan –
My Father who holds the whole world in His hand.
God knew me before I had ever been formed
Within my mom’s womb – meant to be safe and warm,
Each intricate part of my body, soul, mind
Was lovingly shaped by a Father so kind.
The Lord God of life fashioned more every day
Of me, His creation, in His unique way –
From nothing He made a minute heart to beat,
And as time went on He then fashioned my feet.
Those first twenty weeks God had formed me in love,
Enfolding me safely like wings on a dove –
So safe and secure in my own mommy’s womb,
I knew naught of anything close to the tomb.
I heard my mom’s heartbeat so constantly throb,
But then felt abandoned and soon to be robbed
Upon that dark day that would shatter my world
When death and hell’s demon’s attack was unfurled.
So tiny and vulnerable – having no voice
They made me death’s target with never a choice –
The agent of satan approached me to kill
By dark brutal torture – abortion’s death bill.
Barbarous cold tools soon I felt on my arm
With pinching and pulling midst agony’s harm,
I could not cry out, to speak up or e’en weep
As death ravaged near, where one’s life rates as cheap.
But…Jesus drew near to my pained, bleeding side
And bore me above, in His bosom to hide,
He gently enfolded me close to His heart
And whispered, “I’ve loved you, My Child, from the start!”
My Jesus is Life and He died to bring life –
He rose from the grave and redeems from death’s strife Christ advocates always for life, Oh so small,
And saves each of them, for He’s Lord over all!
Keturah C. Martin
Exposing the Enemy of Our Soul
The devil remains our formidable foe –
A jealous, old coward wherever he goes,
His blasphemous pride got him thrown down to hell –
“Forever he’s doomed” which deserves he so well.
He knows that his time is so short upon earth
So thus he pursues us from day of our birth,
To steal and to kill, to destroy is his game
While preying on innocent, lost and the lame.
Along our life-path he conceals traps and bait,
And schemes to ensnare all the humans he hates –
For God’s divine image on humans is stamped
Against whom the enemy’s efforts are vamped.
His millions of children trail close to his heels:
This “father of lies” with untruth always deals,
He spins subtle lies in the minds of his prey,
And seeks to derail all God’s truth ev’ry day.
He sneakily digs in the soil of the mind
And plants seeds of doubt of the most deadly kind,
This seed, left unchecked, will obstruct God and truth
While snaring the soul in deception uncouth.
He constantly tries to pit man against God
Injecting his lies as with untruth he prods;
Convictions of truth he will raze to the ground –
Will brainwash that soul till in chains they are bound.
Our foe was a master musician above,
And now uses music his evil to shove,
He slips in the mind through the lyrics and beat –
Attempting as always to take center seat.
For he thinks that he will be like the Most High,
Amid deadly pride that surpasses the sky,
But God has all power in heaven and earth
And overrules satan’s destructions and dearth.
Christ Jesus has conquered our foe and all hell,
And reigns over death in victorious swell –
No evil can touch us when we’re in Christ’s hand,
Who paid our life ransom and with us He stands!
Keturah C. Martin
June 9, 2023
The Power of Prayer
Our God is not bound by the power of man—
No limits or efforts can stop the Lord’s plan,
Midst chains, jail and soldiers or politics’ song
Our Lord is supreme, and He rules as King, strong.
The power of prayer is our lifeline and hope,
Connecting to God as He helps us to cope-
Relying on strength so divine from above,
As He hears each cry and surrounds us in love.
The greatest connection of wireless feat
Is this one from God, to His own mercy seat
The power of prayer we cannot estimate,
For once borne above, He’s on time – never late.
To pray without ceasing in heart, mind and soul
Becomes vital breath though the billows may roll,
It bears one above to the Lord’s sweet embrace
Where He takes each burden, enfolding in grace.
Despite opposition, deep trials or pain
The Lord’s in control and He plans a great gain.
Surrender to Him all afflictions and grief:
For He’ll bring forth gold, giving peace and relief.
The family of God bands together in prayer
And advocates often as burdens they share,
They build up each other in hope, truth and love,
While trav’ling together to Heaven above.
Fear not any suff’ring which may come to you
Assured that the Savior will see you safe through,
He walks right beside us and hears when we pray
A crown of life gives when dawns heaven’s bright day!
Keturah C. MartinMay
17, 2020
All Things Beautiful, In His Time
“My Jesus, I thank You that you have control
Of each situation in my life and soul:
For You know exactly just what I can bear,
And walk right beside me - the load You doth share.
Most often I cannot in full understand
Just what in dark trials for me You have planned,
But this Lord, I know, the full picture You see,
When only the underside, dark, is near me.
You understand fully the soul’s deepest needs
And choose the right tools as Your hand of love leads;
Each trial and heartache which You have allowed
Is in Your control, though the future’s in cloud.
You make all things beautiful in Your own time,
Though circumstance, dark, shows no reason or rhyme:
For You see the picturesque side of Your plans,
While I, the dark underside only can scan.
I praise You Lord Jesus that I can rely
On bounteous grace which You freely supply;
You see my life pathway from start to the end
And always walk with me as Your strength attends!
I thank You for calling me through valleys, low,
For walking beside me each step that I go;
My needs You supply when they’re placed in Your hand,
Although it is oft that I don’t understand.
So I must submit to Your all-knowing hand
Each heartbreaking trial, each dark, tattered strand:
Assured that my Lord can use tangles of pain,
Despite blackest night to build infinite gain!”
-Keturah C. Martin
Qoutes
A collection of heartfelt poems inspired by faith, emotions, healing, and the journey through life.
