Still Walk

 
 
 

 Still Walk
  
 Still, quiet, slow
 Calming
 Taking each step
 One at a time
 A spirit moves
 Follows behind
  
 Placing each foot
 Firmly
 Upon this dusty earth
 Peace, stillness
 Both given new birth
  
 They are brought to life
 Again
 Each footstep He takes
 Will never be erased
 Even in the midst
 Of life’s harshly blowing sands
  
 His presence, Himself
 This Creator Christ
 Walking still among us
 Leaving footprints
 To follow if you will look
 to truly see and trust
  
 So, risk the walk, begin
 Put your foot inside
 His footsteps left behind 
 He leaves those promises
 Of His Peace to reassure
 Those who will struggle 
 Stay faithful, pure
 Unto the very end!
  
 Peace I leave you. My peace I give to you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not be afraid
 and do not let your hearts be troubled. John 14:27  
  
  
   

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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Low Country

Low Country

Lowlands

Wet and swampy

Unfit for much

Except life

Suited to live

Among the muck

It does not matter

How rich, how high

You think you live

I tell you no lie

Earth as it is now

Is that low country,

Our lowlands

This level of existence

We now pass thru

This lower level of life

This body even with resistance

Still crumples and dies

A chasm we cannot cross

Except thru death

Separates us temporarily

From the highlands

In a clearer air there

Will we breathe

God’s higher land

calls our name

Do not turn a deaf ear

Until you can no longer hear

Its gracious call

His promises will sound

as always, Faithful

Never run us aground

Reach for the higher path

And walk in that

purer, more noble land

Naturalism

Naturalism

Naturalism they call it

Morality relative only to

what I think

but Wait –

that changes

each time I blink

A world so cold

Post modernism has told

Us, We, Man, no longer

Have a Soul!

All that exists

Is only what you can see

or touch

All to me is only physicality

So should I run the risk

Of losing all meaning

To all life I see which surrounds

Are We truly simply dust

Made up only of elements

Found within the ground?

There is no right or wrong

Found within nihilism’s siren song

Only a birth & a death

For each of us

Then we will no longer swim

In this life’s stream

We simply cease to be.

How depressing!

I am glad I do not believe

What I am told

By your world

I believe a holiness, a soul

Dwells within

As most ancient civilizations

Believed

We are seeds

Of a Holy God much greater!