Pick Up Your. . .
As children we get told
Pick up your things, your mess
Clean behind yourself
Oh, how our parents we can test
As older we grow
But as we become adults
By someone much wiser than I
From an ancient book of old
We are each & every told
To pick up our cross and Follow Him
Notice. . .
He did not say
Pick up your money
Or your pleasure
Or your lusts for
Material possessions
He said
Pick up your troubles,
Pain, suffering
And follow me anyway
Try each & every day
Within His footsteps to stay
Christ did not live a life
Of luxury
Pleasure
While here not
even particularly loved
Except from the Holy Father above
Denied Himself
Became obedient
Even when He was sent
To that tortuous cross!
Counted it all as nothing, all a loss
For us paid a most excruciating cost!
Cannot we do the same
To follow His Glorious name?
To find your life you must lose it
And if you are not willing. . . ?
Not willing to sacrifice for Him
Then worthy of Him are we not
His words, not mine!
Matthew 10:37–39 Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.
Christ does not mean not to love your family or neighbors, only to put Him first! Praise God for his love, mercy, grace and forgiveness!
The First Calm
It happened under the skies
Of the very first dawn
Rays of light breaking
Placid horizon in yellows,
Pinks and reds
It was the first Calm
A new world, pleasant
To the eyes and soul
Broken out of deep, dark
Nothingness
By ancient words and voices told
In a Holy Book
Life exploded
Upon a spinning globe
Of dirt, air & water
Animals, man & plants
To each by a loving hand
Did the Creator grant
Relationship
With Himself,
The Ones who stirred
The darkness
Into life
Nothingness
Into something
Desired to associate
Fellowship
With our forms of dust
Only asking for a return
Of love, respect
& our trust
This was the first Calm
This perfected peace
Between all forms of life
And the Creators
Between all of Their creation
& Themselves
There was not a hint, scent
Of strife
Until man,
Supposedly the highest,
Decided to rebel
And follow the wrong voice
Made the ultimate mistake
Available, the worst choice
And everything fell
Plants, animals, earth
Spun out of the original plan
Subject to terrors
Never meant or intended
By our Creator’s gentlest
Of hands
And so we lost
All of us
Paid a dearest cost
To suffer in pain,
Showed disdain for the Ones
Who made us
And so in tears we lived
And lost
The First Calm
Supernatural
The Supernatural
It should be called
The natural
Everything else is the
Below natural
It is real
Exists side by side
With the physical
It consists of the
Spiritual
Things, beings, unseen
With physical eyes
Living side by side
With all of us in
Our temporary shells
A Holy God, Father
His Son
A Holy Spirit
Invisible to our eyes
But not unfelt
Within the walls
Those quivering halls
Of the human heart
Angels, demons, satan
Are real
Do not let your physicality
Be able to steal
Your spiritual abilities
From you
Follow the light
Do not let satan
That roaring lion
Devour you
With his violent anger,
Cruelty he will try to
Shower your life
So do not drown
In just the physical
Reach out for God
Let Him astound
With His Beauty, Love
Glory and Power
In this hour of human
Fragility we exist in
Before we depart
This dirt
Raise your head, exert
Lift your spirit upward
Live in your true destiny
Heaven’s Supernatural Gates!
Never Perfection
I hem, I haw
I fuss, I stew
What is the matter
With me?
I pray upon my knees
Trying to follow
All those righteous rules
But somehow cannot
Stick to what I have been
Taught in a Sunday’s School
Oh, woe is me
What can I do
Surely I will be lost
If all those cues
In that holy book
I cannot keep
So I seek
harder, harder
To be perfect
Then a teacher says
Relax
He knows your name
And for everyone
It is the same
Christ knows
On this side of the grave
You will never reach
Perfection
But can only head in His general
Direction
And He does the rest
On that cross He
Passed His final test
Fought & bought
At a terrible cost
Our victory
Over imperfection
So you could be found
& no longer lost
Within a satan’s hell!
Beauty Without End
My soul shudders
Of your Beauty, Lord
It cannot comprehend
Of your Glory, Light
Power & Love
There is no end!!
Of your mercy,
Incomprehensible Forgiveness
Of all the dark mess
I have created at times
I do not like to think of those,
Or even bring them to mind
Reign in me, Lord
May I destroy the me within
So your unending Glory
Beauty may live, win
Its eternal way, sway
Over each of
And all my days!!
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers on this day. May we all love our children the way Christ loved His church and gave His Life for all of His creation!!! Praise God!
SoulSails 