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.
Prayer for This Sunday Morning
Category: Art
A Fateful Day!
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
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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Death
Death A pulling out of the body Will come for everyone A removal of the familiar It is a valley we must all pass through So prepare yourself While you still have a chance While it is your Today While you’re still this side of the grave Do not listen to satan’s song & dance Of denial About Who owns this world & us In a darkened voice do not place your trust Only God promises renewal of your life A final calm, relief from all pain & strife Why do we ignore this deep but Simple truth So, In this world amidst your daily struggles, toil Remember Death is something no one can avoid
The Next Time
The Next Time
People very often say
As sickness or death
Looms closer in our path
Intrudes into our life’s way
“It’s better than the
alternative.”
Meaning I suppose
As on their way they persist & go
in whatever horrific condition
to be alive
Is better than life’s alternative,
Death
I shake my head, my tongue I bite
Do they not know?
Our God in the flesh,
Spiked to man’s cruel piece of wood
Dying in His own blood so red
This one we call Savior, Christ
Turned to another & said,
Today with me will you be
in My Paradise!
Why do we not trust in His words
What awaits for all who believe
& stay loyal to this beautiful Christ
Is so glorious a Paradise
Free of all pain or strife
New body, new way to exist
Totally, completely a better New Life!
A man,
Once a fisherman by trade
Until that most compelling day
He heard Jesus of Nazareth say,
“Come, follow me”
In a letter this apostle wrote,
Live as foreigners & exiles
On this, a world so fallen
So the next time I hear
Someone say those words
I will have to be honest, I fear,
And be compelled to say
No, I live & wait for a better way
To Share in His Most Perfect
& Newest of All My Days!
1 Peter 1:17 Since you call on a Father who judges each person’s work impartially, live out your time as foreigners here in reverent fear.
1 Peter 2:11 Dear Friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul.
Haiku for A Very Cold Winter’s Day
Haiku For A Very Cold Winter’s Day
Eternity’s child
Receives the gift of God’s smile
Resting in Christ’s arms
SoulSails 