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Satan uses distractions
Can You See Clearly?
Gentleness’ heartbeat
is Christ,
Kindness’ heartbeat
is Christ,
Compassion’s heartbeat
is Christ,
Patience’s heartbeat
is Christ,
Peace’s heartbeat
is Christ,
Joy’s heartbeat
is Christ,
Mercy’s heartbeat
is Christ,
Grace’s heartbeat
is Christ,
Love’s heartbeat
is Christ,
Who’s hold is so Strong
Death and Darkness takes
Flight,
Amen.
Can you see Clearly?
Who do you say I am?
Mark 8: 22-28;
God’s Power Prevails!
In the face of
Persecution,
one man of prayer
refused to pray
to an earthy king
Evil’s eyes of flames exploded,
a lion’s mouth awaits.
Yahweh Predominant’s.
Yahweh’s Power Prevails.
~
In the face of
Trials
an earthy king commanded
worship the idol
or enter the furnace
whose flames are hotter than hell.
The three replied;
no need to answer,
Yahweh Preserves.
Yahweh’s Power Prevails.
~
In the face of
Prison
a man sleeps
as the church prays
Yahweh Prempts.
Yahweh’s Power Prevails.
~
In the face of overwhelming
Odds
a giant and a boy
stand face to face
Yahweh Protects.
Yahweh’s Power Prevails.
~
In the face of Satan’s
Fury
all mankind bound to
Hell
by the blood of
Yeshua
Yahweh’s only Son
our Risen King,
Yahweh Provides.
Yahweh’s Power Prevails.
Amen.
Monday Quote!
Matthew Arnold 1822-1888
For this is the true strength of guilty kings,
When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
The Question
When I first saw Your face!
I came over with an amazing grace.
I felt your love abound in me,
with heavenly angels all around
once!
But now I feel You left me behind!
An I just another man gone blind?
You have made a lame man walk
and a blind man see.
But why, not for me?
If faith ‘is’ the key then death is the door.
But when You open death’s door
will there be any more?
The ONLY Question truly is,
DO You really exist?
Or are You just a theory,
like those evolutionist’s?
End
Why is death so great?
It will be there for your fate.
Heaven and Hell we surly know.
But where do we belong above or below?
I know its face I know it true.
But when its time it will come for me too.
The Necktie of Purpose: A poem
Here is a poem I think you find that stretches you out a wee bit!
In Memory of Chuck Smith
Pastor Chuck, Thank-you for your service. It was through Your ministry that I came to know the Lord Jesus Christ as savior. I will miss you, James
ACORNS?
Someone once said, “Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while.” That I find is a mystery to be pondered for sure.
Still yet I find an even greater mystery for pondering: So numberless are the acorns born each year yet all do fall. Countless acorns are gathered by the beasts of the trees, the beasts of field, and the birds of the air. Acorns unnumbered that are carried away and then, they are no more.
Still yet are the untold acorns that fall to the ground and are never to be found. These lost untold acorns die, rot, and then return to dust of the earth from which they came.
Still yet there are the numbering of acorns that fall to the ground, that do not enter the earth, and yet still they die. In the spring when the rains come these acorns sprout up with new life and push upward to the heavens. Yet when the sun beats down on them in the summer drought, they wither, and death wins. For they are the numbered that have no root deep into the earth. For these numbered did not feed upon the nutrients of the earth nor have they drank fully of the water of life. For these who are the counted also die and return to dust of the earth from which they came.
Still yet are the acorns, the few, that fall to the ground, enter the earth and die. When the spring rain comes these few rise up with new life, and push upward to the heavens as their roots dig downward deep into the earth. Yet when the sun beats down, in the summer drought they do not wither. These few filled with new life have roots dug down deep into the earth to feed upon nutrients of the earth and drink freely of the water of life. As years upon years past, storms come, flood waters rise and fall, yet the years of drought pass by, these few with new life keep growing on. Massive oaks they have become producing much fruit and always growing upward till their purpose has been made full. Then they also die and return to the dust of the earth from which they came.
Still yet I find this to be a mystery: So is it also the same with a man?
Last Request!
May I pass down to you
a little of
my life’s knowledge?
Now these days
young people hardly muse
the words of old men.
Time has marched on
sunsets of my past
far exceed
my sunrises I’ve yet to see.
Entering the final turn
knowing the finish line
the home stretch lies ahead.
I sprint now to
empty myself of all mercy
that has been poured into me.
Leaving no prayer unsaid
no un-repentant sin
no hurt un-forgiven
blessing all who
around me I see.
Reaching out in love
to those who hate me
laying hands on the sick
instructing the children
encouraging the young
picking up the fallen
I will sprint on.
Exhaling all self
denying the flesh
exhausting the body
no time to rest
yes I sprint on.
When I cross the finish line
to look upon my race
regrets I will not see
I will not wish
I had prayed more
read the Bible more
given more
loved more
for I will have
used even my last breath
for my Lord.
Amen.
My Dad and I have always been very close and after I gave my life to Jesus we became even closer. Four years ago in August my Dad went to spend all eternity at our Abba Father’s throne. I was asked to write his eulogy this was what I came up with. My mother disliked it so much, pitched a fit, and it was never read. If you knew my Dad, one would say yes that was he.
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