The Tear

The Tear

Don't cry, Lord Jesus
Why that tear
Does a sorrow to you 
Draw too near
I lay my cheek upon your hand
As flowers around my head
Do blend
Let me love you 
Oh my God, my dear

You lift the crystal fluid
Off your cheek
Wait a moment 
Before you speak
It is not for sorrow 
That my eyes do weep
But for pure joy
That in eternity 
Forever more 
May I now you keep!

Let Go!

Let Go!

He’s after our hearts
That deepest, personal part
Waiting to instill
Himself
That raging, destructive old nature
To kill

But He needs your permission
Your total submission
For us to bend our knees
If a different, better world
We truly wish to see

So, 
Let Christ have your total self
Don’t hide pieces upon a darker shelf
Bring out all that you are
Obeying that Spirit’s inner call
For evil’s thick, stone walls to crumble
As Jericho’s walls will they fall

And Our King will rush in
More precious souls to win
Before that last curtain call
As around us all creation falls
Is rendered useless, 
Disappears in a roar
Christ’s face will appear
His power at last crystal clear
And for your faith
He will wipe away all our tears

In My Bones

In My Bones

In my bones
I know
I have another home
Another place
To live before a face
More beautiful
Than any other

It is man’s greatest hope
But
Comes most of the time
With an inner struggle
Seeming sometimes a great mystery
Or a somewhat confusing puzzle
Still God promises if we try
We are assured of the greatest prize
A home before His beauty
Forever

So lift up your eyes,
Your very souls
Make His will 
Your life’s greatest goal
And learn to let go
Of that raging inner self
For
It is not I that lives 
But Christ that lives in me!!

The Voice

The Voice

We scurry 
We hurry
Caught up in distractions
We forget the impaction 
Of ignoring

Ignoring what you say?
The only face
That dispenses grace
Every heartbeat every day

For the world
That's simply their way
But
For a Christian?
It means we've failed
To stop & listen
To the only One
In the position
To stop the insanity

Darkness surrounds us
To us Christ entrusts
His truths, His light
To dispense
To a world never meant
To be this lost

When we His church
Get so caught up
In the world's culture
We forget to nurture
HIM IN US
Then by our silence
And this our choice
Christ has no voice
& only doom awaits!

Rest

Rest

That physical pump
Inside my chest
Someday will stop
As my fragile shell
Receives its eternal rest

In peace I pray 
I will be allowed to go
If while on earth
That is what 
I tried to sow

Enter God's rest
You children of the King
Rise up in joy
On the back of 
His great eagle's wings

Rise in spiritual prosperity
As you prance, dance forever
In God's joyfilled gaiety

My Shell!

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My Shell!

This Physical shell
It's tight
Restricts, constrains
Squeezes
So stiff it creaks
Knocks me almost
to my knees

At times full of disease
Mild or strong
Impairing a song
Meant for us to sing
About earth's risen King
To call Jesus by name
That was always
Of Eternity, its goal, it's aim

Oh, this Physical shell
Only time will tell 
When I will be released 
From the intense heat
Of its determined grip
Ah, that will be a Paradise most complete!