The Crowd


The Crowd

Crowds followed him around
From every village
Each and all the towns
As He healed every disease
They'd fall to their knees
Before His face
His special touch
Hoping to receive

Not caring so much
For the blessor
As they wanted the blessing
Later hung Him on a cross
For upon their hearts
All His Words were they 
Completely lost

Today don’t we do the same?
Playing little religious games
Do we really passionately
Love our Christ
His Spirit's truth, love, His light
Reveling in His power's creative might
But 
Loving Jesus involves obedience
To His commands
Courage to go against 
A lost, perverse world's demands
Upon His words we have to,
Must take a stubborn stand
Even when it hurts!!

So prepare yourself
To follow a different crowd
Making a different sound
Lifting up the name of their God
Who upon this darkened dirt 
For a few short years actually did trod
Suffered for us thru much pain,
Injustice’s adversity

Today He still holds out
His hands yearningly
For you to follow the artistry
Of His life's commands
Taking your holy stand
Against
Those shifting sands
Of a crowded but very lost
Generation. . .

Matthew 10: ³³But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.

³⁴Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. (King James Version)

The Follower



The Follower

Follow me
And with 
Those 2 words only
Christ turns his back
To start leading
So I sigh
It is my choice only
Whether to
Accept this task

Again I sigh
Take a deep shaky breath
Then 
I put one foot in
Front of the other
Look ahead
Toward Him
Where He is leading
Other sisters 
Other brothers

Do I dare
Does he even care?
Of course he does
He glances back
Toward my way
I've made a decision
Here stuck 
In this spot
I no longer
Wish to stay

He has my heart

The course will be 
Dangerous
This world for sure
I will
Not please
It may even knock me
To my knees
But in his book
It declares 
It will be worth it
For 
After all,
He, His Father, His Spirit
They are the only ones
Who are beautifully
Gloriously perfect!!!

Perfect love, joy, peace
Found only in
His footsteps
Only in His Spirit's realm
May we perfectly dwell
So with one last kiss
I will wish this world well
Turn my back on its 
Brightest allures
And accept 
From my Master's 
Own nail scarred hands
For all my darkest sins
His wonderful, brightest
Cures!!!

The Unknowing


The Unknowing

Unfeeling
Unseeing
Wandering
On the surface
Of an earth's spinning ball
Not knowing at all
That they are a spirit
Immortal
Capable of heeding
Their Holy Father's
Loving call

Unknowing,
They are like beasts of the field
Moving with heads bowed down
Seeing sensing only
A dirty, sin-stained ground
Unaware
That they are not just
Physical
But
Spiritual
Meant to spend eternity
On a different level

Of all things existing
In this vast, stunning universe
Only have we, us humans,
Been given a rare gift
Created in God's image
If only from the world's dirt
Our soul's eyes we would just lift
Made by You, for You 
Through You
Lord God
Adoni
The Almighty, 
El Shaddai!

So become knowing
Looking up
Toward heaven's
Purest skies
To hear your
Heavenly Father's
Imploring, sincere cries
Before it's too late
To turn away from
Your dulled senses
And of Him, 
His Son
His Spirit
Become totally, purely
Gloriously Aware!

Life or Death


Life or Death

This world is lost
I wish it were
Another way
That such words
No one could ever say

But
Unfortunately
It's true
For us
Me and you
For in a Book
Named Jude
Words are written
'Hating even the 
Clothing stained
By corrupted flesh'

Saved only by a Savior's
Purest blood
Through Heaven's gates
Now it roars
A cleansing flood
Poured out 
From God's love
Encircling our heads
Shining above

So do not 
Turn the back
Or you will feel
The terrifying lack
Of being allowed
To be a kinsman
Of the living Christ
For only He can 
Give God's grace
His glowing life
And
Save you from 
Eternal destruction