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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Golden Rod
Wicked, wicked
Golden Rod
Without hardly even one single nod
Your pollen’s unceasing furies
Are unleashed
With only one breath
My eyes begin to weep,
Of course, also the drippy nose
I feel I sneeze
From my head to my toes
So, even though I am enchanted
By your deceitful beauty's glances
Within the earth so deeply planted
Too close I dare not ever linger
As you are for me the bringer
Of each breath’s struggle
And cause me to curse all the troubles
your fall beauties scatter broadly in the air!
