Will You?

Will You?

The pain increases
Oh what if it never ceases?
What will I do then
What can bring it to an end?

Where is that God
That said he wants to heal
Now as from this incessant pain
I kneel
Where is my helper now?

Slowly a light starts within
My chest
A knowledge evolves
As I try to resolve this test
Will you still love me? 

What kind of question is that?
I turn from it and pray
Again inside my head 
Those words have another say
Will you still love me?

If your circumstances 
I do not change today
Do not give you 
Exactly your way
Will you still love me?

I seek only those worthy
Of my higher calling
For an enemy’s lies 
Do not be falling
Following me will not 
Always be easy

Before your eyes
I will not always be pleasing
Your world now is lost
To save it I paid a terrible cost
Now will you be willing 
To suffer a loss
To follow me?

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Pick up Your. . .

Pick Up Your. . . 

As children we get told
Pick up your things, your mess
Clean behind yourself
Oh, how our parents we can test
As older we grow

But as we become adults
By someone much wiser than I
From an ancient book of old
We are each & every told
To pick up our cross and Follow Him

Notice. . .
He did not say
Pick up your money
Or your pleasure
Or your lusts for 
Material possessions
He said

Pick up your troubles,
Pain, suffering
And follow me anyway
Try each & every day
Within His footsteps to stay

Christ did not live a life
Of luxury
Pleasure 
While here not 
even particularly loved
Except from the Holy Father above

Denied Himself
Became obedient
Even when He was sent
To that tortuous cross!
Counted it all as nothing, all a loss
For us paid a most excruciating cost!

Cannot we do the same
To follow His Glorious name?
To find your life you must lose it
And if you are not willing.  . . ?
Not willing to sacrifice for Him
Then worthy of Him are we not
His words, not mine!

Matthew 10:37–39 Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.
Christ does not mean not to love your family or neighbors, only to put Him first! Praise God for his love, mercy, grace and forgiveness!

The First Calm

The First Calm

It happened under the skies
Of the very first dawn
Rays of light breaking
Placid horizon in yellows,
Pinks and reds
It was the first Calm

A new world, pleasant
To the eyes and soul
Broken out of deep, dark
Nothingness
By ancient words and voices told
In a Holy Book

Life exploded 
Upon a spinning globe
Of dirt, air & water
Animals, man & plants
To each by a loving hand
Did the Creator grant

Relationship 
With Himself, 
The Ones who stirred 
The darkness
Into life
Nothingness
Into something

Desired to associate
Fellowship
With our forms of dust
Only asking for a return
Of love, respect
& our trust

This was the first Calm
This perfected peace
Between all forms of life
And the Creators
Between all of Their creation
& Themselves
There was not a hint, scent
Of strife

Until man, 
Supposedly the highest,
Decided to rebel
And follow the wrong voice
Made the ultimate mistake
Available, the worst choice
And everything fell

Plants, animals, earth
Spun out of the original plan
Subject to terrors
Never meant or intended
By our Creator’s gentlest
Of hands

And so we lost
All of us
Paid a dearest cost
To suffer in pain, 
Showed disdain for the Ones 
Who made us
And so in tears we lived
And lost
The First Calm

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Never Perfection

Never Perfection

I hem, I haw
I fuss, I stew
What is the matter
With me?
I pray upon my knees

Trying to follow 
All those righteous rules
But somehow cannot
Stick to what I have been
Taught in a Sunday’s School

Oh, woe is me
What can I do
Surely I will be lost
If all those cues
In that holy book
I cannot keep

So I seek
harder, harder
To be perfect
Then a teacher says
Relax
He knows your name
And for everyone 
It is the same

Christ knows 
On this side of the grave
You will never reach 
Perfection
But can only head in His general
Direction

And He does the rest
On that cross He
Passed His final test
Fought & bought
At a terrible cost
Our victory
Over imperfection
So you could be found
& no longer lost
Within a satan’s hell!

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Lost

Lost

Standing at insanity
On the edge of a cliff
Lost,
What is the cost,
Purpose of this life?

Look down upon this world
Full of pain, chaos, strife
Surely, never were our lives
Meant to taste like this

Our home,
Giant, round, glistening
Beautiful 
In deepest, blackness of
Empty space
Listen to the winds of
This universe
As they pass us by
Singing out a name
Let there be no waste
Of its melody

Listen, then give it 
A voice, shout
If you have to
This Power
This Being
The stars, winds sing of
Holds out two hands

In one, life
In the other, death
There is no dearth
Of ones that choose
To live in darkness
Upon the face
Of this earth

So, listen, be obedient
Means to pay attention to
Stand out from the crowd
Don’t be afraid to say
His name
If need be, say it out loud

He is coming back
This living, breathing Christ 
Gives us a choice
So, listen, do not fear
He is always, always close, near
And to Him 
You are the most dear
Of all His wonderful creation!

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Plagiarizing God

Plagiarizing God
(good or bad?)

Plagiarizing may be
Either good or bad
To copy or imitate
Often is a form 
of highest praise
Means someone sees you
Toward you turns their gaze

Sadly, however, often times
For authority, ownership 
Plagiarizers only come to steal
From the original, what is the real
Of identity, things or power

When we, as man, think or say
We carry the highest dominion
In a vast, still unknown universe
Is not that plagiarizing
Passing ourselves off as 
Someone we are not?
Do we think from the authentic,
Only GOD that is real
We can really steal
His divinity, sovereignty over us?

We tried that in a garden
It did not work
Never will
Even today we try to shirk 
Shun the destructive pain
We have caused 
By trying to deny, steal
God’s power, His Holy Name

We are not our own gods
A universe, this planet 
Even our own bodies
None of this did we create
Nor can we control it
That claim to fame
On our heads
Will never fit

So if you must plagiarize God
Do it the right way
It is okay to copy Him
By letting go of yourself
Over your soul let Him win
Let Him stamp His own image
And pay the right kind of homage
To a stupendous, living, breathing
Magnificent & loving King!

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