Lamb on A Cross

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 Lamb on a Cross
  
 Meat, red, raw
 Trembling &
 Unprotected by
 Skin
 Or anything
  
 The man groans
 A lamb on a cross
 Red meat exposed
 To air
 & no one there
 To seem to care!
  
 Blood gushes
 Red & also raw
 As demons dance
 On the dark ground
 Underneath the sounds
 Of his groans
  
 They squeal, scream
 With delight
 The light has been
 Quenched
 In the sight
 Of the whole world!
  
 Or so they think
 But this cup He 
 Must drink
 Only for a few hours
 Will prove to crush, sink
 Hell’s greatest hopes.
  
 As evil flames lick
 The base of that cross
 The man suspended 
 In air
 Dies
 No more earthly cares
 Or sighs
 For Him.
  
 Praise God!!
 The ground trembles
 It quakes
 A massive stone
 Rolls away
 The beginning of this
 New day
 Opens heaven’s gates
 For all seeking a better way!
  
 Hell has lost
 Christ has won
 Heaven’s purest Son!
 His obedience poured
 Out thru His blood
 Ran to ground
  
 Our obedience 
 Poured out thru
 our hearts
 A fresh, new start 
 Every morning to 
 Mimic our King
 Be forgiven thru
 The blood of
 A lamb on a cross!!
  
  
   
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Me on a Cross

 
 
 
 
 Me on A Cross?
 I see a lifeless form
 On a wooden beam
 It groans
 Mouthing a bloody foam
 Another useless dream
 Or message to be seen?
  
 Maybe both
 Dream and message
 It raises its head
 Showing sweat &
 Tears it has shed
 Staring into the sky
 It carries the face of I!
  
 It is me,
 Me on that cross
 I am where we all
 Surely would be
 If not for the other face
 That took my place,
 Jesus of Nazareth! 
  
 Sinner, rebel, 
 Against a one true
 God & Father
 I deserved that cross
 Perhaps in celestial eyes
 Only another piece 
 of human dross.
  
 In pain,
 As I cursed His name
 Jesus, son of God
 Tore my flesh from
 The nails
 Put himself there
 To complete Heaven’s
 Most loving job
  
 Christ took my place
 That place which belongs
 To each & all
 Wicked rebellors
 Against our Father
 Now we sing a new song
  
 Of Christ’s love
 God’s forgiveness,
 Freedom,
 From a worn-out
 Worldly kingdom
 Captives to sin
 Set free by his death
 Breathed upon by a fresh breath
 Of life’s new resurrection!
  
  
   

LET GO

 
 
 Let Go!
  
 Let go of 
 Who culture
 Says you should be
 There is a better
 Way to know,
 To see
  
 Do not restrict,
 Confine
 Yourself
 Within the same 
 Old line
 Of a world without
 A mind
  
 His Spirit 
 Wishes to indwell
 The form, heart
 Of your physical shell
 Live and Be
 God’s Holy Temple! 

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Comfortable Christianity?

 
 
 
  Comfortable Christianity?
 (No Way)
  
 Comfort, convenience,
 Ah, luxury!
 Who would not want this
 It is a pleasant list
 Surely most or all would agree
  
 Nothing wrong with having
 A few nice things
 These words with a certain truth
 Do ring
 But. . . 
  
 Do not let them be
 Your gods
 Here is where we must stop
 Do not let the blessings
 Come first before the 
 Great Blessor
  
 Christianity is not
 For the faint of heart
 It has been that way
 From its start
  
 A gloriously beautiful Son
 In poverty His life was begun
 A horrific, tortured death
 Was all which He was left
  
 If it did not love Him
 It will not love us
 For this we must prepare
 & give Him all our trust
  
 To see us thru to our end
 Sacrifice, pain may follow
 We may lose every friend
 But Christ sees our struggles
  
 A glorious reward is promised
 If we follow thru each dark vale
 Spoken of in a Holy Book
 Which only truth does tell!
  
  
  
  
   

John 15:20 Remember what I told you: ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. NIV

II Timothy 3:12 Indeed all who desire to live godly lives in Christ Jesus will be persecuted. NIV

John 7:7 The world cannot hate you, but it hates me because I testify that its works are evil. NIV

The March

The March

March, March, March

Marching thru life

We will all go on

Restless and in strife

Without the truth of

Reality’s sight

People on a sidewalk’s

Hardened concrete surface

March through existence

And only death’s curse

And its unending insistence

Will finally end their march

If we only will open our eyes

Peruse what lies beyond

That thinnest veil of the skies

Look up, a loving God waits

Longing, sighing wishing

Your unhappy pain to abate

Do not stay lost

Lonely in that pain

Look up

Let Him call your name

Take that tiniest first step

Eternity’s most splendid pleasures

Wait to be your greatest gain!