To The Creator What can the created Give to the Creator? Someone so holy Righteous, Perfectly Pure But yet, I will try With each broken sigh To fulfill that of which You dreamed That purpose, that destiny Living deep within the heart of me!
Maybe Your Last Chance Written within the world’s Greatest Book Are words of Life & Glory Everyone should take a Good hard long look Read of the complete & Honest truth of Man’s story Words that explain our Existence But unfortunately There is a dark side to All of this light Because try as hard as We can with all of our might Never can we save ourselves We are not capable of Pulling ourselves out Of our depravity We cannot be our own god If that is the role you seek For that designation We are much, much too weak It took God’s own act of kindness To pull us out of all the darkness From a golden throne of glory Christ died alone in agony, sweat & blood To change the outcome of our eternal story So today while you can take One more breath & your heart still beats Do not let your ancient enemy Steal, defeat or cheat You out of your one last chance While for you it is still Today Begin a complete fresh new start This Moment give Him your whole heart None of us knows how many more Of our heart beats are left Death awaits at every step & after that, THERE ARE NO MORE SECOND CHANCES THERE WILL BE NO BACKWARD GLANCES
A Potter’s Clay Once soft & compliant Lying now Resistant, hard On a cold, sterile ground in broken shards pieces of shattered clay, damaged jars Then comes those Potter’s Hands Warm & ready Full of good plans They reach out to lift And return to brokenness The challenging gift Of to serve a purpose Adding water to soften A dried-out skin Once more He slowly begins to win A softened compliance Using His own Strength & Will Slowly is He able to fill Restore to a fresh new life Each worn out, damaged pot From the roughened, sharp edges He may receive bruises, a few cuts Lose some drops of blood But in the midst of His pain Will come forth a deeper flood Of love, mercy, compassion For the brokenness He repairs So now with newly scarred hands He removes a crusty dirt’s thick layers Revealing at last a clean new creation Returning to it an original beauty & of its dark uselessness, an ablation!
Never Going Never is A powerful word Unending As a circle Always there Like infinity’s Space, Eternity’s face Today I think It is so sad So very sad Most people Do not know The facts of life That will make them The most glad The happiest Information For any creature Living in this, Most beloved Of God’s Creation, Who & what you are. And so they live Not looking up At their home Instead, they roam Aimlessly Missing the blessings Falling out of an Overflowing cup Held in God’s Gracious hand Flowing with things Meant only for His man To bear his image His likeness As only we can We, humans, are After all Made of the Same eternal spirit Have a powerful call On each of our lives To bond, relate In intimacy with His eternal face Each of us, On the face of this planet Is an eternal living soul NEVER GOING TO CEASE TO EXIST Even after you desist, No longer live In this most frail, Human shell
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In This Struggle Life comes at us Fast, Hard, Endlessly, So much to do This struggle to survive And so out I cry Help! And there you are Right in my face Of peace, tranquility Love The purest taste So again & again My hands I raise For help And there ceaselessly Are You The I AM Of all I AM’S So as I struggle Even in this foreign land I am not alone Even when life turns To the coldest of stones God ALWAYS loves, Cares, is willing to share HIMSELF! Desiring to be known Even though we may be prone To run away.
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The I Am
(GOD)
Eternity’s All-Consuming,
Roaring Fire
Radiant Glory
Purity
Truest Beauty on display
From one glance
My heart breaks
I weep
Unworthy,
Created to carry
Your Image
I became corrupted
Perverted
But that was not
The end of the story
You decided
Sacrificed your throne
A crown
Without a sound
Laid down
I raised my hand
And struck
Your love absorbed
My cruelty’s darkness
Killed yourself
To stop my pain
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SoulSails 