Lord Jehovah, God Fine tune my soul To respond to you As the violin's master Its strings do command So may only your hands Tips of Your fingers Pull forth the music From my life
Each note a result Of just your skill Your knowledge Your beauty Your graciousness So a listening world's ears May receive a taste Of the glory The beauty of Your face!
Today in Middle Tennessee it very cold but oh, the sun is out so bright. It at least looks very beautiful. It had been fairly warm for this time of year so a lot of the flowering trees are already in bloom and a few buttercups were out. I just hope this short cold snap doesn’t damage all the small flowers. Anyway, it is pretty outside. I just wanted to share a quick Haiku below with you. May God bless your day!
Haiku for a Spring Morning (even though it’s very cold)
Spring’s sun warms the earth Christ’s love lights the darkest soul God’s great grace fills both!!
It is for this I long I sigh Not I That lives But Christ that lives Within me This gift Not from us It is Heaven's Holiest decree Comes about Thru submission On bended knee
So give God as much As you can He gave His passion's best To each woman Every man For this we should Do our best And Come To understand Without Christ's giving There would have been For us no taking And now In our today, Evil's hold On all our souls Has at last been Eternally SHAKEN!!
Fat cats, Fat cats Sitting all in line Meowing, screeching Even do they whine Look at me They groom themselves Do we not look So supremely fine
Spoiled are they Pampered No wonder they do not care To stray Here in this place They remain Remarkably so safe
But outside dangerous winds They blow Sometimes you must Face the cold winds For true courage To begin to grow
So step outside your comfort’s walls Harken to a truer call Follow a softer voice But it must be Of your own choice Again, step out A dark world in need awaits You just may be surprised Even a fat cat may be allowed To help someone through Heaven's shining golden gates!!
Crowds followed him around From every village Each and all the towns As He healed every disease They'd fall to their knees Before His face His special touch Hoping to receive
Not caring so much For the blessor As they wanted the blessing Later hung Him on a cross For upon their hearts All His Words were they Completely lost
Today don’t we do the same? Playing little religious games Do we really passionately Love our Christ His Spirit's truth, love, His light Reveling in His power's creative might But Loving Jesus involves obedience To His commands Courage to go against A lost, perverse world's demands Upon His words we have to, Must take a stubborn stand Even when it hurts!!
So prepare yourself To follow a different crowd Making a different sound Lifting up the name of their God Who upon this darkened dirt For a few short years actually did trod Suffered for us thru much pain, Injustice’s adversity
Today He still holds out His hands yearningly For you to follow the artistry Of His life's commands Taking your holy stand Against Those shifting sands Of a crowded but very lost Generation. . .
Matthew 10: 33 But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.
34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. (King James Version)