Today in many stores galore You may find many exotic Fragrances Many excellent aromas Be it of multitudes of flowers Or of the world's array of spices Among the glittering shelves May you peruse for hours
But there is none so sweet In which you may indulge From your head to your feet Than that special heavenly Scent Of a Savior whose Life was poured out, spent Just for you
So while it is your Today While you still have some say Some choice To decide Letting go Of your Self In which most of this fleshly world dwells Carry His Sweet Aroma Out to a dying peoples Of our precious Christ For us who died Who made such An agonizing sacrifice Wishing only To sprinkle Himself, His Aroma, His Sweet Goodness Into us
A charming storybook that emphasizes the life-giving and healing powers of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
On a unique day’s adventure, the weakest member of a loving bunny family is allowed to experience for himself the miracle of Jesus’ resurrection. Early on a spring morning in a small garden, the young bunny encounters the living Christ as Jesus lovingly shows his power to forever heal and change anyone’s life!
In My Ears The Lions Roar
In my ears
The lions roar
Around us
Every moment,
Every hour
Trying over us
To exert
Their destroying power
One lion roars
Then another
Loud, strong
Around us pacing
Hot breath in our face
Watching, waiting
Until a gentle whisper
Taps upon your shoulder
Soft at first
Then growing bolder
Its blazing light
Reveals Christ's
Full glory, Power,
Controlling might
As soon as they sense
This Almighty Prince
That very second
One last defiant roar emitting
They cringe
They cower
In their lower station more befitting
So do not give in
To floods of tears
Those overwhelming fears
Over everything Christ wins
His armies He will send
To bring to you
A restful peace
As in His loving embrace
He will settle His sheep,
That Lions' Master,
In a restful, safer pasture!
Poem to an Abstract
Star whirl
Colors twirl
In bright ribbons
Around your head
So I believe
To yourself
You said:
“I should do something
With this
Leaning forward
With a gentle kiss
The Son said:
“I agree although
We have not a
Compelling need
Except to perhaps
See
If this, our love,
More are willing to receive
So you spoke
And You built
Soon those colors
They filled
A universe
Of twirling shapes
Forms
Some soft
some hard, terse
So You
Built an earth
Of greens & blues
Such vibrant hues
Plants, animals
& at last your man
Such glorious life
Only Your peace
No strife
Until
We spoiled it
But
Remember
Your Son You
Did send us
Someday will
It be returned
And once again
We will be
Allowed to learn
Of Your Glorious Perfection!!
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.
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