When Was the Last Time?

When is the Last Time

On Sunday mornings
People walk thru doors
Take a seat 
Hoping I suppose
To be reached
Or hear someone teach

The Good News
What is that you say,
That Jesus loves you?
For that is the truth
To be sure
He is the absolute cure
For all the world’s 
Deepest problems

But when is the last time
You really looked at 
Your God
Only an hour or more
On a Sunday morning
In a building
Does not really accomplish
the chore
Of getting to know 
Your one & only God

Spend time with Him
In His intended Word
You will not be disappointed
Step outside at night
Away from city’s lights
Peruse the darkened skies
And see God’s glory

Billions, even trillions
Of uncountable stars
Scream out His Name
It’s been the same,
All nature tells of his
Within this & every hour
Of this planet’s existence

So take the time
To get to know Him
He is waiting, knocking even
To share all of His great
With Just You!

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Culture, Culture

Culture, Culture

Culture, culture
Ringing in my ear
It’s sometimes on a day
All I can hear
Floating through the air
On radio waves
Forcing into my mind
Everything it intends to say

TV, movies, books even
It intrudes its way in
Trying to please
The lower side of me
But by grace, I have been allowed to see
Vanity, vanity, all its vanity

So I shake my head
Loosen its hold
Coiled around my mind
Step out of the endless line
Of those being controlled 
Selling out their very souls
To a world in love
With only its Self

Instead loosen that self 
To fall in love with
Someone else
A greater God awaits
Holding out hands
To raise you up, to abate
All the noise of a lost,
Sad, desperate world

To rejoin you to himself
He paid in His own Blood!
So do not let the noisy flood
Of a lost culture
Destroy your Joy-filled Hope
Of an eternal paradise insured
Thru faith in our Christ’s cross!!



What is this sense of loss
Of a deep sadness,
Then I raise my head
To look at You
& You smile!
And my heart is even 
More beguiled
And enticed
To follow You

But I am stuck
On the other side of 
An uncrossable chasm
For I know on my own
I cannot 
Even begin to start
To conquer its deep gorges
A dark fog envelops 
My mind & heart

Then someone touches
Down with a hand
It is Your Son of Man
His blood paved the way
Because I was oh so lost
Until He reached across
So on this dark side
I need never stay
Alone, rejected digressing
From your eternal blessings

Christ is that bridge
That eternal ridge
Of hope & joy
For everyone to cross
Over into God’s love
You do not have to sit in
The darkness of eternal loss
But you must take that first step 
Reach for the outstretched hand
Of the undying Son of Man!

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The Seer

The Seer

God wants you to be 
A Seer
The One who sees
His great beauty, love
For you
With this he wishes
To imbue

To see, know
His only Son
His Holy Spirit
For you this is
His most precious gift
He desires to bestow
Upon every head

Seers see things 
Others cannot
Or do not wish to see
Do not let them stop
Your desire, ability
To understand, perceive
Let all as seers drop 
To our knees

From there we will be able
To appreciate the best
This world has to offer
Be given glances, looks
Into the overflowing coffers
Of God’s riches

It is His deepest wish
To share Himself
His nearness
With all of us
Along with 
Christ’s own sweet dearness

So when Christ 
Physically returns
A new, recreated earth
A recreated people
Will be yours
If for that you have yearned
And for now you choose
To be the one who grasps,
Understands, realizes, envisions 
To be that Seer!

Your New Beginning

Your New Beginning

On a cross
At the time of
Heaven’s greatest loss
Hung the world’s creator
As His own creation 
Destroyed His physical life
All heaven held its
Breath & waited
Watched as hell & satan’s
Power fell, was abated

Telling one so new to faith,
Today, you will be with 
Me in paradise!
Angels watching wept
His earthly mother cries
With ‘It is finished’ for
His last few words
His spirit left, hurled
Only an empty body curled,
Crushed from the pain
By human eyes still seen
Hanging on that wooden beam

But it was not His end
All death was spurned
New life for us He earned
With a resurrection so fresh
God’s answer to his death
For us ended with a YES
Thru our faithful lives,
As it was for His,
Your death will be your winning 
Of His newborn Paradise
Your total, complete & new beginning!

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