First Blushes

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I am blessed enough to live in an area of the world where we have all four seasons. The first blushes of autumn are just beginning with a few reds, oranges and golds in the tree leaves. I hope everyone can enjoy their autumn. Have a great day. Praise God!

First Blushes

First blushes
Are like
First loves
Are 
Exciting
Tingling from your
Nose to your toes

Like a drug of
Exhilaration
So are nature’s
First blushes
As season’s change
Just a first glimpse
Introduction,
Anticipation
Of something
Beautiful yet
To come

So as autumn’s
First colors
Come out to play
They remind that
Life is here to stay
This is a whispered
Promise
Of even more joy
On the way

But why or 
Maybe,
Perhaps
Autumn dies in 
Such fiery glories
Of raging oranges, reds
& golds
Because it will be
God’s fiery intense love
That ends all the struggles
For man’s eternal soul
ushering out everything old

So, as angels begin to 
Sing
Of approaches of winter
Their voices remind us
Another re-creation
Awaits from God
Re-created New World,
End of all pain, strife
Suffering
As we look into the face
Of our Resurrected King
He announces the return
Of mankind’s new Spring!

Community

Community

Life is not just about me
Or you & you
It is about all of us,
This whole frail planet of dust
One large community
In this we must believe, trust

My country & also yours
Every one, small & large
Bears the terrible scars
Of an enemy’s lies

Seeking to tear down, destroy
About this he has never been coy
Plainly wishes us to end
& all his battles to win

Masquerading sometimes
As an angel of light
(he does not easily
give up the fight)
Lies, kills, deceives
All to bring us to our knees
In searing pain

Railing against 
God’s Holy Name
Before his strength does wane
As he knows it for certain will
So our joys he seeks to kill
And our salvation steal

But,
If as one we will all follow
The One whose name
Is forever above all
If we answer Christ’s call
Then assured is satan’s fall
& his power rings most hollow

So, let all believers agree to be
One united world-wide community
That standing together no matter the cost
We all will assuredly see
Our loving Christ’s glory & victory!!

In A Crowd

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In A Crowd

Must I shout out loud
In the middle of this
Moving, teeming crowd
If so, 
Then here goes

The main message:
God Loves You
Repent
For the Kingdom of God
Is At Hand Today!!

He is so at hand
That even now He stands
At God’s right shoulder
Just waiting
Now is our time to be bolder
As His great time approaches!

It encroaches
Upon all of human history
For it truly is the world’s
Greatest story
To gather us all back home

But unfortunately, 
There are the some
Probably very many
That will refuse to listen
So among those to be saved
There will be great attrition

But today is also our day
Still are many to be saved
So use your voice, believers
Do not be silent any more
For this is our glory,
This job, this chore
To bring more back home, 
So they too may also be the achievers
In God’s Love-Filled Paradise!!!

To the Core

To the Core

Muddied, bruised, 
Now rotted to the core
To renew, revive, re-create
This shell’s old life 
Truly for us is an impossible chore
It would take a Miracle

Needed is more power
Than mere humans possess
Only hands with greatest strength to bless
Can raise from the dead
Words more powerful than mine
Would surely have to be said

Only God can revive from 
From death’s deepest sleep
All and any forms of life
This earth may hold or keep
With Loves’ greatest power
Purest eternity’s showers
And our abiding Faith
No longer will death ever again
Be able to cause anyone to weep!

A Potter’s Clay

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!