God's Little Pond 8-6-14

God's great creation's message is

one word that never moans -

as sounds of water capture me

now flowing over stones.

A stream of endless water smoothed

and brightened every one -

while winding down around a bend

reflecting morning sun.

The little stream just seems to know

exactly where to go.

The clear fresh water trickles on.

I watch it curve and flow.

Between some flowers beautiful

that set on fragile stems,

it finds its way into God's pond

where only man condemns.

Three little ducklings make their way

while mother swims beside.

The water ripples in their wake

across to other side.

Some red-winged blackbirds curtsy when

on cat-tail tops alight.

They sit a-spell while cat-tails bow

and then again take flight.

Under a branch of waving leaves

as I sit here below,

I contemplate serenity

as waters come and go.

The birds are chirping happily

in never ending song -

yet here I sit among the pure,

where I do not belong.

So tranquil God's creation is,

so simple and so frail -

unlike my life I complicate

where I so often fail.

I'm lost inside God's special world

while bright red card'nal sings.

The breeze picks up and starts to blow -

just as my cell phone rings.

But I can't tear myself away.

The ringing, I ignore -

for God has blessed with sights and sounds

and fragrances galore.

Man's evil gaze can take his eyes

off God's creative ways -

but I, for one, will always be

repentant of my days.

I sit among the Butterflies

of which I have grown fond.

They flutter 'round the wild flowers

next to God's little pond.

God's great creation's message is

one word that never moans.

That word is 'peace' so I'm content

now flowing over stones.

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John 16:33 (NASB)

These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace.

In the world you have tribulation, but take courage;

I have overcome the world.”

Where Am I? 8-3-14

On a scale up to one hundred, please heart, tell me where am I?

With Jesus at one hundred... or with Satan will I die?

I believe that I'm a Christian - so "Christ-like" and divine -

but am I par with Jesus?  Say, with whom do I align?

If I'm not at one hundred then I've missed my Jesus' call.

Have I not helped the "least of these" nor fed them much at all?

Am I too busy with my house, my new car or career?

Does dining out or shopping have me so entrenched right here?

Now when's the last time I have served?  Have I been caught off-guard?

Yes, when's the last time I've obeyed?  Is my heart soft or hard?

Yes, I can make excuses thinking I'm above the most -

but if not at one-hundred, I'm a liar and a boast.

'Ye ac-cursed ones, depart from Me, into eternal fire.

Yes, Jesus knows that I am just a weak, pathetic liar!

Sincerely and profusely I cry out, "Please God, forgive!"

It's then grace covers all my sin and I 'one-hundred' live...

My idols do deceive me as I live from day to day -

so have I walked with Satan... thinking it was Jesus' way?

On a scale up to one hundred, please heart, tell me where am I?

With Jesus at one hundred... or with Satan will I die?

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Matthew 25 (NASB)
The Judgment

31 “But when the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the angels with Him, then He will sit on His glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before Him; and He will separate them from one another, as the shepherd separates the sheep from the goats; 33 and He will put the sheep on His right, and the goats on the left.

34 “Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. 35 For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; 36 naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.’ 37 Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? 38 And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? 39 When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ 40 The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’

41 “Then He will also say to those on His left, ‘Depart from Me, accursed ones, into the eternal fire which has been prepared for the devil and his angels; 42 for I was hungry, and you gave Me nothing to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me nothing to drink; 43 I was a stranger, and you did not invite Me in; naked, and you did not clothe Me; sick, and in prison, and you did not visit Me.’ 44 Then they themselves also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not take care of You?’ 45 Then He will answer them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’46 These will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”

The Great Poet 7-30-14

Oh, God is the great poet,

the universe of rhymes.

With perfect balance- all His stars

yet speak in these dark times.

Our Great Creator perfectly

sets worlds with his dictate -

while man discovers one small speck

then thinks that he is great.

He boasts of all his theories

and brags of every gain,

but can't interpret simple things -

or gravity explain.

He sits atop his buildings.

He peers down his long nose,

but topples with confusing words -

for that is how it goes.

Oh, God is the great poet -

the universe of rhymes.

With perfect balance- all His stars

yet speak in these dark times.

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Pretend 7-1-14

Pretending as I have since birth

right up to now, today -

those fun and selfish things I've spun

to get things my own way.

Well, I would always cry and whine

if I was not chastised -

and tantrums were my specialty

if wants weren't realized.

As teens, my friends and I would joke.

We'd smoke a cigarette.

We sometimes laughed at other folk,

without the least regret.

The beer I drank had proved me cool.

the drugs, to get me high.

Abortion took a precious life -

deception's selfish lie.

Yet at the top of my own list

were comforts by the score...

from better cars to bigger homes

and oh, so much, much more.

I thought about how good I was -

and things that I deserved.

I bragged about the good I'd done

and all the folks I'd served.

I slammed the door on all those things

I'd just as soon forget -

but stubborn guilt had gripped me so

and hadn't left me yet.

Convince myself, I still do try

and fool my closest friend -

but Heaven, though, cannot be fooled

and God does not pretend.

(author's note: I did not smoke, drink or do drugs)

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Good and Faithful Friends 6-26-14

No words adorned the papers here.  So full, the ink well was.

The quill had waited silently.  The reason?  Well, because.

The poems that this poet writes are few and far between -

and many are the paper sheets with rhyming yet unseen.

The window sash was raised a bit allowing breezes in -

that brought to life my little desk and stirred my thoughts within.

A wisp of air caught paper's edge and seemed to make it say,

"Oh, please don't sit there all alone.  Let's write of God today."

The puff of breeze caught feathered quill and drew some ink up too.

God's spirit seized my timid hand and started something new.

The soft, round curved calligraphy brought energetic drive

to everything inside that room and all had came alive.

His Word brings life to everything - but only if it's read.

for into us, God breathes His truth.  Without Him, all is dead.

God's spirit moves the dust of earth and draws us to His light.

His Word begins to stir us up.  His spirit makes us write.

God gives us paper, quill and ink and all the truth He sends -

for He has given to us all, these good and faithful friends.

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