Stool of Do Nothing

Stools of Do Nothing

In this country, USofA,
Not all,
But many
Who claim
To carry 
Christ’s name
Do Nothing

We enjoy our 
Comforts
As we stroll,
Cavort,
In our prosperity
As glaringly
Evil grows, rises
Stronger 

We have not stood against
satan’s darkness
He stands in jest
Of our spiritual weakness
Apathy
As all around we see
Our culture deteriorates

It is time to 
Gird our loins
As of old
As the ancient 
Book has told
Dress ourselves
In God’s Protective Armor
For the battle 
Does rage
Each & every day

If suffer we must
To carry Christ’s name
Then suffer we should
To protect all that is good
All good things flow
From the Father
Of the heavenly lights
It is times for Christ’s
American church to
Join in the fight!!

Jesus. . . Disney World?

Jesus or Disney World?

Disney World
That land of endless delights,
Thrills and joy!
Where nothing bad
Or sad ever happens
Your next adventure awaits
Between its hallowed gates

But wait
Don’t look too closely
You’ll see its flaws
Don’t take time
to stop or pause
They’re only whirling machines
Even though they
May glisten & gleam
It’s all a sham
A tall tale, a false dream

Wait for the real thing
To which to cling 
Jesus wants to give you
Something honest, rock solid,
So Beautiful
Mere words do not suffice
To describe the heights
Of His eternity's delights
Perfection’s Love, Contentment,
Joy, Peace, Glories that await 
Between His Majesty’s Golden Gates
Always & forever at His Right Hand

Not all Angels Play the Harp!

Not All Angels Play The Harp

Standing tall, 
You soar
nobility on display
I, in my feeble clay,
Watching
Wishing  
To be as loyal as you

Fierce, strong
Following your leader
Into battle
Wherever He leads
There is an enemy 
To vanquish
Be made to bleed
Today,
Many are there to save

So onward the battle rages
Swords, blades glistening
Flash in the light
As your strong arms raise
A new trail is blazed
to lead humanity back home

Souls to be saved
Nations to be raised
To live on higher levels
To defeat demons, a devil
Hell-bent on man’s destruction

So forget the peaceful harps
Those white fleecy clouds
Today, the battle sounds
Beneath Christ’s golden crown
And mightily you fight on!

Reach for the Deep

Reach for the Deep
(not the shallows)

Inside each soul
Lie such uncharted depths
Deep,
Sometimes still
Sometimes they flow
Quickly, rapidly
Furiously 
But nevertheless
Permanently present

Reach for those depths
Within
Waiting to be known
Discovered
Desiring, needing
to be filled
That burning hunger
Unfulfilled, unsatiated
Except by life’s truths

Raise your eyes
Toward heavenly skies
Answers can be shown
Just waiting to flow, 
Covering each, every
Truly seeking heart
Deeper levels to life
Can and will start
Only God can fill
Your empty depths!

Purity

I managed to get a couple of shots of the beautiful, white crepe myrtles before the heavy rain knocked off their blooms. Hope you enjoy. Below is a poem for Saturday.

Purity

White, 
Gleaming, dazzling
As the sun blazes
Giving out life
Yet even brighter
Your precious face
Beams 

Without boundaries
Knowing no limits
Your Love lifts each
& All
Upward to share in
The glory of life
Originally intended

Oh, Lord Jesus
Send your glorious
Pure White Love,
Eternity’s Purity, 
My way, each & 
Every day
Offset satan’s darkness
We wait with eager hearts
For your glorious return!!

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Praise God and have a great day!

Peace & Quiet

We got a break in the rain today so I pulled out the old bicycle and did my usual ride on our greenway system. Today was different in that there were fewer people out because it was still cloudy and looked like it might rain at any second, but the ride was worth the risk. It was nice to not have the sun out. It made it so much cooler even though, as it usually is here in the southern United States, the humidity was very high. It makes the air feel sometimes like walking around in a warm, thick blanket you wish you could get rid of but unfortunately cannot.

Most of our regular walkers must have stayed in because of the rain threat so for most of my ride I had the greenway pretty much to myself. It was very relaxing, and I shared the morning with mostly a few stately old trees and wildflowers still clinging on through to the end of August. It was very peaceful and quiet. Nature’s beauty can have a calming effect if you will allow it to. Thank You and Praise You, God, for making the world so beautiful just for our pleasure! Below is a quick poem that came in the middle of my bike ride. Have a blessed day!!

Nature will talk 
If you will take the time
To listen
Allow yourself a walk
Among the unspoken words
She's anxious to say
Always attempting
To improve your day!