The Loudest Shout!
The loudest shout ever heard
Around the world
In desperate need of a cure
For its illness
A bloodied, beaten Savior
On a cross
Trying to restore God’s favor
To His humanity so lost
It was God’s shout
Of His intense wrath
Against our sin was it about
to gather us back
from down a forbidden path
of our indolent selfishness
So listen to that shout
From a cross now heard
Everywhere
It was His final proof
To deface all doubts
Meant to instill a deeper faith
More holy, more devout
In His loving grace
Shown deeply through the
Beautiful yet human face
Of His Precious Only Child!
So,
Do not deny it
By not listening
Of our spirits
We need a quickening
A re-positioning
To stand up
& listen
& no longer condone
The darkness ofOur own restless sin
Dream Followers
Was this all before it came to be
Only for God an idea, maybe a dream
Until He was actually fully able to see
His universe, our earth spinning
His green ball,
Pure, holy in the beginning
Seeing our first steps, first words
Before the lines between good & bad
By us were so badly blurred
I guess you could say
God followed His dream
So,
Should today we say
Follow your own human dream
If we are created in His image
To us we hear that this must seem
A good thing, a right way
To try & live each day
Under our own imagination’s spell
But wait,
We are not our own god
By us was not created
This universe
This earth we trod
We’re part of a creation
Not the Creator
Let us not turn our lives
Into an even greater aberration,
Or abomination
Seek God’s dream for our lives
Thus, truly can we daily strive
And find
Truer joy, peace, contentment
To give us more of this
Was our Savior born & sent
To show us the truly greatest way
Over a lost world to hold full sway
And more purely daily dream!
Imagine
Imagine,
If you will,
A group of people,
A church,
Not too far a stretch
Calmed into a sleep
By
A lullaby
Of a distant world’s drums
Soft, at first,
Then suddenly
Exposing sharp teeth
Gouging out eyes
Seeking souls to blind
Demons everywhere
Pulling out the eyes
Unaware, blindly people will stare
How, oh, how will they awake
From what they believe to be
Only a blissful state?
What catastrophe will it take?
This lust for comfort’s sleep
How will it be slaked?
Perhaps only a great pain
God may have to use
If from this dulled sleep
They do not rouse,
& reach for eternity to gain
We will need help
So,
Watchmen on the walls
Ring out in a strong voice
Sound out a great call
We need no further debates
To save one and all
Before it becomes indeed
For our country, this world,
Much, much too late!!
Here is a short video of some of the water scenes along our town’s greenway system. I mixed one of my poems previously loaded onto my blogsite into the water video. Hope you enjoy and may God bless your day! This video is also available on my youtube channel https://youtu.be/HyC7laMEhDQ
Roaring of The Seas
This was never meant to be
This raging, crashing roaring of the sea
Foaming waves of so much disharmony
Meant were we herein to forever see
Only the calming ripples of the gentlest of peace
But
As it seems to inevitably come thru man
A rankling, stirring of our calm waters occurred
By a troubled, darkened wind were they stirred
At once, a rising discord by all was heard
& our peace to that moving storm did fall, defer
Until
One day almost unannounced a calming hand
Reached down into all the chaos so unplanned
A Christ, Messiah, Lord, Son of Man
Came to walk upon our troubled shores
To break the back of that satan’s discord
Touching,
With only one finger calmly did He come to restore
His original peace by His blood was freely outpoured
And returned to us was the complete & holy cord
Of our God’s Love
And,
Forever restored
The stilled waters to the course of each eternal soul!
In this country, USofA,
Not all,
But many
Who claim
To carry
Christ’s name
Do Nothing
We enjoy our
Comforts
As we stroll,
Cavort,
In our prosperity
As glaringly
Evil grows, rises
Stronger
We have not stood against
satan’s darkness
He stands in jest
Of our spiritual weakness
Apathy
As all around we see
Our culture deteriorates
It is time to
Gird our loins
As of old
As the ancient
Book has told
Dress ourselves
In God’s Protective Armor
For the battle
Does rage
Each & every day
If suffer we must
To carry Christ’s name
Then suffer we should
To protect all that is good
All good things flow
From the Father
Of the heavenly lights
It is time for Christ’s
American church to
Join in the fight!!
