He went out onto the streets For it was always His Original Intention The lost to save and to seek
Sure, in temple courts He did indeed also teach But let it be known That Christ also Walked the streets Where the lost, the blind, The lame Were never beyond his reach
So take Him out there For church walls cannot Will not Were never meant to contain, Our King of Glory It's always the same story Remember, Man-made walls were Never made His words To imprison Death could not stop His Strength, Love or Grace For Jesus is alive His has eternally arisen!!!
Some days I feel broken Then I remember Jesus our God Broke one small fish Of food It was only a Minute token Tearing it Into very, very Many pieces
His purpose? So that He could meet A greater need That He And the Father Together could feed Over five thousand In only one day
So if you Have to, Allow yourself To be broken Even if many things You stand to lose That by Christ Jesus You also may be used To feed, to save Hopefully, Multitudes of others!!
Broken politics Symptoms of a broken culture With too many broken morals Or lack thereof
A world so sick It killed its own Creator Hung Him on a dead, dry stick Dying in Our place
As is found in a Holy, Holy, Holy Bible Words do tell of So it is Words do explain Therefore, it is Guidelines by which to live Hope, love, joy, peace It seeks to give So at last To end, to mend The brokenness
Demon's danced in glee At the feet of the man Dying upon a bitter tree Storm clouds gathered Sun darkened Ground was shaken Rocks split, tombs opened Dead bodies walked, renewed Hoping to gain even a brief view As Christ breathed His last Or did He?
Because . . . A few days later Dear friends walked upon A garden's sod To perfume a dead man's body Instead . . . Were given a glimpse Of their risen God By His gentle voice Once more were they met As from a now empty tomb He had just stepped
They rejoiced, rejoiced Again were allowed To hear their dear Savior's voice Such joy in heaven Could not be contained For at even the slightest mention Of His Holy Royal Name All of His powerful angels shout HALLELUYAH! HALLELUYAH!
Dead Wood
You see them lying
On creek beds
Where by watery vistas
They have been led Or resting on river sides
Carried by the ferocity
Of the moving currents’ tides
These pieces of dead wood
Would anyone have thought
They could or better yet should
End up in such a useless heap
Their limbs jangling,
Lamenting in such a lonely keepBut Oh, dear friend
This is not their end
For these shed no tears
Have no fear
Christ's smallest finger
Can transcend
Hell's darkest pit
In such a place He will not
Allow anyone to linger
Have faith
If you will just believe
and God's tranquil waters
You will be allowed to see!
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