One Cross
That cross upon a hill
Reminds us in lonely words
Still
Of a dying sacrifice
Every day while here
He walked, talked, cried
Then spread out his arms
On a piece of hard tree
To die
For us to justify
Only that one cross,
Although there were
Many others,
Turned us into closer
Sisters, brothers
So, listen to the words
It still whispers
Wreathed in a blood so red
Allow its words within
To ring out,
Out loud to be said
Found spoken on that tree
Some of the most important words
Ever intended for
Everyone’s life
They will surely suffice
Of,
A loving Christ’s purest
& most noble sacrifice!
Better Than DisneyWorld?
Better than Disney World?
Could there be such a thing?
Better than Florida’s palace of pure pleasure
Full of dreams forever we may treasure
With multiple hurrahs let our voices ring
But its gilded halls & walls
Eventually you must leave
& return with only reality left to see
Back to a world of suffering, wars
Even more abuses left in store
But God promises better
Than an insincere, synthetic fantasy
Hard to imagine this I know
But this is what He longs for us to see
Beyond an artificial man-made glow
Lies the real thing
He wants to renew His world
Along with each, man, woman,
Boy & girl
Doesn’t matter if you are old or young
A girl, a daughter, or perhaps
Someone else’s son
No more suffering
No more dying
To dry each tear
Remove the crying
So,
Why not let Him?
Return to me, I will return to you
Why not let Him your own heart
Your very own soul renew?
Removing each trace
Of all the old
So a different world’s story
Can be at last told
While we joyfully lift hands in praise
& look upon eternity’s kindest
Above all others Face!
Malachi 3:6-7 I the Lord do not change. So you, the descendants of Jacob, are not destroyed. Ever since the time of your ancestors you have turned away from my decrees and have not kept them. RETURN TO ME, AND I WILL RETURN TO YOU,” says the Lord Almighty.
Pentecostal Fire
Disciples, huddled
In an upper room
Shaking in their boots
Trying to dispel the gloom
Of your death
Feeling only fear’s failure was left
Until,
A Pentecostal fire
Blazed across their heads
By tongues of living fire
Were they to be led
To stop the shaking, quaking
& rise up
Boldly speak
Those first words of hope
To preach
And loudly proclaim
In many tongues
The life, the power
Of God’s only RISEN SON!
Prayer for this Sunday Morning
I am going to rise up
Quit living in the muck
Satan attempts to
drag me down into
And I choose YOU
Lord Jesus,
I choose you
And you ever-growing hope!
Amen.
A Fateful Day
on a fateful day
a young man died
as he breathed in, took his last sigh
angels watched from
purest celestial skies
He relinquished
His Spirit
In a pain, deep & burning
At that moment,
the universe stopped turning
to watch & see
what would happen next
what for mankind would be
their second step
would we take notice
follow in obedience
or just turn our backs
with only a shrug
or a mild grimace
never before in man’s history
had for us been such a day
so blistering
with meaning, intensity
when God once more
brought back to earth
His clearest sanity
Scenes
What does it really mean
All of these different scenes
From so many different peoples
Carrying the weight of our faults
Why does not the world just topple
At times they seem so unstoppable
These, our chaotic insanities
For each of us the final rest
Comes forth only through our death
So I sigh
Look upward
Try to turn from all the lies
Please do not let yourself be deceived
Each & every soul will receive
What for themselves they chose,
In their life’s walk & daily plans
Whether to accept or reject
CHRIST,
Our God’s Living Son of Man!
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