Lost World

Lost World

who would want to live
in a world without
God’s purpose
Where boundaries have no name
each human heart
choses the beginning
of its own tumultuous game

no structure
no solidity
only constant fluidity
rampant running 
from one idea to another
as they lay sunning
on rocks just waiting
another innocent
to be baiting
not realizing each stone
carries the lust of 
each heart’s own depravity

guidelines are good
standing out from the crowds 
as they should
but just make sure they come
from God’s reliable source
with them you may run
a more worthy course
of purpose
not caught in a nervous circus
so stay away from the
darkened service
of a ‘Lost World’

Miracle

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Miracle

What would cause
A god
Of any kind
Rich, wealthy
Most sublime

To step 
From His perfection’s
Heaven 
To literally
Slum
With us?

This was no impulse
Done with intent
A driven purpose
Such a love
Beyond robust!
So this is the miracle
For us!

That one so 
Wondrous
Of beauty,
Power
Would step 
Down 
To save us
From a most dreadful
Hour 

For without this
Miracle
Only a place most
Terrible
Awaited

So do not 
Hesitate
Accept what
Christ
Longs to give
A better 
Fate 

Life 
With His 
Beauty
Into
Infinity!

Even Though

Even Though

Even though
As the spirit leaves
The body
Becomes an empty
Carcass
Even though as evil screeches
Its joy
Thinking it has won
Frenzied in a dance 
Most heartless

From a place of new honor
As you glance only briefly
Back as the demons rejoice
Christ comes most sweetly
Takes your hand
To show His Promised Land

So the ignorance 
of the darkness
Will never know 
true victory
For them it remains 
a mystery
So through your obedience
In your life’s history
In Christ you 
will be allowed
With Him 
to live most blissfully!

Too Archaic?

Too Archaic?

Evil
An old, archaic word
You say
But just listen
If you will but stay
Is not man also ancient
On the face of 
This revolving planet?

Also, since antiquity
Yet basically
Man is as the same
Since all the history of 
Our yesterdays
Thru & up to 
All the current of
Our present’s todays!

So,
Do not overrule that 
Ancient word
Evil 
Spun from the workings of 
A devil
satan seeks only to destroy
Every man, woman
Girl & even the youngest of 
All the boys

Work against it
Within yourself
Try to overcome it
Seek God’s light,
His Spirit’s pure power
To win for each of us
Of life these hours
That can come at us
In such a resounding,
Cascading crush!

Two Sides to Each Coin

Two Sides to Each Coin

Two sides to our God
Both beautiful to see
One and then the other
Each 
Yet completely necessary

Flip Him over
Both sides blindingly brilliant
& equally significant
Neither to neglect
In this way, we peruse
His totality to inspect

Yet today,
Many teachers 
Supposedly of The Way
Prefer over the other
Only one
Disregarding His Being
His Total Sum

Teaching,
Wanting the blessings
But leaving out obedience
Ignoring in His book
All written evidence
His is Master
& Our Judge

So,
Polish up both sides of 
That coin
Bring both sides to a 
Sparkle
And accept both sides
Of His intensely loving
Gospel

A Stupor!

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A Stupor

In a stupor
We walk
Unaware 
As we stare
Blindly
At a world
Only physical
We think
But if you blink
In only one small wink
You can awake

Supernatural 
All around
Those beings
Angels to do
His bidding
demons always trying
their own way
To be winning

After walking
On His planet
He left behind
Upon it
A few 
Who were
Awake
Then more followed

Until it was
More & more
Now upon
The near & so distant
Shores
More eyes
Hearts wakened

So join
A growing crowd
Even if 
You have to shout
To tell what it is
About

Before 
It is too late
& their stupor
We cannot abate
As those who
Are now awake
most patiently
await
His return