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July 15, 2013

Twenty Third Psalm 7-15-13


"The Lord is my Shepherd"
who I will heed.
"I shall not want."
I shall not 'need'.

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures."
He brings me peace.
I shall not want.
All burdens cease.

"He leadeth me beside the still waters."
For He calmed them.
I shall not want.
How loved I am.

"He restoreth my soul."
I now can see.
I shall not want
He graces me.

"He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake."
- straight and narrow.
I shall not want.
He lights shadows.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,"
I fear nothing.
I shall not want
for anything.

"For thou art with me,"
my Protector.
I shall not want.
I had before.

"Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me,"
They soothe my soul.
I shall not want.
He's in control.

"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies."
I shall not hate.
I shall not want.
My God is great.

"Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over,"
His blessings last.
I shall not want.
His love is vast.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;"
even in prison.
I shall not want
for Christ is risen.

"and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
I am in awe.
I shall not want.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

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Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)

1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

July 14, 2013

Who Am I? 7-14-13


One's a doctor, one's a nurse,
both are focused, both diverse.
They work hard for common good
and always did the best they could.
But who will listen to my cry?
Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

Now politics is quite a fight,
one is left-wing, one is right.
Deception knows each shifty smile
and bribing voters seems worthwhile.
But who will listen to my cry?
Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

One's in business, one is not
one's paid little, one a lot.
Now they have bills to pay, of course -
and money is a driving force.
But who will listen to my cry?
Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

One's a pastor, one's a priest -
one's out west and one's out east.
They're on TV with caring looks
while selling DVD's and books.
But who will listen to my cries?
Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

One is sick and one is broke
and one is mute when something's spoke.
Now these are me, myself and I.
"Please listen, Jesus, to my cry!
Oh, answer Jesus, if you please..."
He promptly said, "The least of these."

His words had flowed as if in rhyme,
for He had spoken one more time.
"Now when you cry but no one hears,
just pray to me.  I'll dry your tears.
For you're the branch and I'm the vine,
you bear good fruit because you're mine."

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John 15:5 (NASB)
"I am the vine, you are the branches;
he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit,
for apart from Me you can do nothing."

July 4, 2013

Greater Blizzards Blow 7-4-13


Great men, great men, will always be -
and have since long ago -
as God creates the blizzards
and settles all the snow.
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Great men, great men, exalt yourselves.
You win, again, again.
You've purchased by the hour -
the lives of poorer men.

Great men, great men, indulge yourselves.
You've built your castles high!
Immerse yourselves in glory as
your lesser peasants cry.

Great men, great men, reward yourselves.
Ride in your limousines.
Vacation in your travels far
and greet both kings and queens.

Great men, great men, applaud yourselves
in all that you may do -
with parties and exquisite gifts
so we're impressed with you.

Great men, great men, do you deserve
the best life has to give?
Should all your servants pamper you?
Will all your rivals live?

Great men, you may extol yourselves
but Christ's blood shall not stop...
And all the money in the world
won't buy a single drop.

And all great men will be known then,
when every servant prays...
"Forgive them Father.  They know not
the snow upon their graves."
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So very quickly great men pass.
God's greater blizzards blow.
And where God sends the great man's soul,
eternity will know.

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