Haiku –at Summer’s End Let me wear your name As once more your earth you trod JESUS, Son of God!
Confused?? Why do we abuse? Are we really So confused As to what we are? Lies fly all around Covering even the ground Underneath my feet they crunch Leaving me full? Not so much From an ancient hillside The truths they flow Rivers gushing of purest gold Washing, seeking, Purging each struggling, Dying soul Only within Christ’s outstretched Hand Lies the glory, truth of His promised land Under His feet Confusion flees Before your face You will see All lies die They will end As He rushes in New life New world As only God can send
Here’s a short, simple slide show of some photos I took on my bike rides along our greenway system where I live. Hope you enjoy and Praise God!
Beauty Sublime Beauty Sublime O’ for me sheer bliss No matter the season Or the time Lovely forms and colors Upon his creation God left one more kiss Multitudes, varieties No two exactly the same To help us enjoy And our senses to please All this beauty Was for man’s gain So wander the world Drink in its wondrous sights Leaving it whole Let it lift you to New heavenly heights!
Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
A Stupor In a stupor We walk Unaware As we stare Blindly At a world Only physical We think But if you blink In only one small wink You can awake Supernatural All around Those beings Angels to do His bidding demons always trying their own way To be winning After walking On His planet He left behind Upon it A few Who were Awake Then more followed Until it was More & more Now upon The near & so distant Shores More eyes Hearts wakened So join A growing crowd Even if You have to shout To tell what it is About Before It is too late & their stupor We cannot abate As those who Are now awake most patiently await His return
What Else? What else is there? Nothing rings true Where upon this planet For this Lies the cure? Everything Rings of the temporary Over it Literally stumbles I know this sounds contrary A world’s song Completely different I know we all long To believe it But its useless voice We must bury it Wars will come and end Governments rise & fall Even death our bodies Will be allowed to rend So, listen to the voice Of your God/Christ Because there’s really Nothing, no one else As He comes back And we watch As all the old away Does melt!
Itching Ears Itching ears, Itching ears Fill them with flea powder Itching ears Itching ears For they only deny His power They do not wish To hear the truth Always and only Are they in pursuit Of The self Themselves, myself Always and only me Tell me not the truth Or I fear my ears will bleed Gently soothe me Caress my foolish soul Lie to me, My pride and vanity cajole For I fear you know This Christianity a book Speaks of Would not fit me Hand in glove It causes pain Might even lead Me to an early grave So, Silence your truth I want no more proof Of Creation’s Almighty Glorious King!