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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Buildings

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 Buildings
  
 Buildings
 Scraping the sky
 Tall 
 Virtually canyon
 Walls 
 Of concrete, steel
 Glass, stone
 I look up to feel
 Microscopic beside
 Them
  
 Cold, impersonal
 Hard
 Where is the soul
 Not within a shard
 Of them
 We have lost our 
 Way
 Giving sway
 To concrete
  
 Looking into the sky
 I cannot help but
 Realize
 This world, culture
 Has denied
 The one who made
 Us
 Loves us, cares for
 Us 
  
 A holy, magnificent
 God 
 So we would not 
 be lost
 Daily, over our heads
 He pleads, begs
 Pursues
 Me, I, you & you
 & you
  
 
 But our hearts
 Lay hardened
 Rebuffing, 
 Rejecting
 The One who
 Loves the most
 Father, Son &
 Holy Ghost
  
 Our souls lay hard, buried
 Within, beneath the concrete
  
   

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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The Box

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 The Box
 A box
 A square
 Four walls
 A floor and
 A roof
  
 Very confining
 It is
 Meant to be so
 To hold things in
 Not let them grow
  
 Or expand or
 Be who they are
 A purpose like this
 Like being set
 On a shelf
 In a jar
  
 Open your mind
 Do not confine
 Ideas
 About life,
 Yourself
 To that shelf
  
 Do the same with
 God
 Let Him expand
 In your life
 Be Himself
 Who He says He is
  
 I will be who I will be
 He says
 More powerful than
 Any we will ever see
 Let go 
 And grow
 Your idea of Him
  
 Creator of a vast
 Universe
 Powerful
 Lover of our souls
 Will love you better,
 (For eternity)
 Than anyone you know!
  
 So let go and
 See 
 Let Him be who 
 He will be
 Grow, become
 He’s at your side
 Let him show you
 How to walk, stride,
 Your spirit Fly 
 Into His world!!