A Quiet Little Lamb 4-17-19

I'm not a goat, I'm not a Ram,

I'm just a quiet little lamb.

I speak for other lambs like me

who we don't hear and we don't see.

So many tortured and abused,

some aborted or simply used.

We all are lost among the tall

behind the shadow's darkened wall.

We're lost in thickets sharp with thorns,

with those tall demons without horns.

They say, "Please smile and go to bed"

but tears run down my cheeks instead.

From other lambs with reddened eyes,

I hear more screams and hear their cries.

A Shepherd passed the goat and ram

and in a thicket, found this lamb.

I pray, "Dear Jesus, help the lost.

the least of these who pay the cost.

Among the thickets, you will find

more lambs like me.  You are so kind.

I'm thankful, Lord, you hear and see

and know there's many more like me.

Please stop the tall who have become

the demons for each little one.

I'm not a goat, I'm not a Ram,

I'm just a quiet little lamb.

I speak for other lambs like me

who we don't hear and we don't see.

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Understand the Ties 3-23-19

When someone is so nice to you that tears come to your eyes,

how often do we think of them and understand the ties?

A mere "thank you" is not enough, nor is a pretty card -

and smiles and hugs?  They too fall short as inch does to a yard.

When someone acts unselfishly and goes the extra mile,

so priceless are the friendships of the loyal caring smile.

And also true, when life surrenders full and total loss,

that everything falls ever short when viewing full, the cross.

When someone dies for what we've done, it's something to behold.

His precious, loving, selfless act is worth much more than gold.

When someone is so nice to you that tears come to your eyes,

how often do we think of Christ and understand the ties?

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Through Winds in Chime 2-23-19

Through life's tough test I did my best.

Some thought it odd I followed God,

but in His footsteps I found joy.

Please don't destroy, but do employ

the love of Christ and sacrifice -

for one day you will follow me.

In my steps be, just wait and see.

Your times are cast in ages past

in places that no longer thrill.

For it's God's will that waters still,

as deaths relate to Heaven's gate.

The case for all here by and by.

So do not cry or say good-bye.

For Heaven lives and Heaven gives!

So wonderful!  Believe me now.

There is no cow, nor ox nor sow.

No money lend, no work or end

and God's not penned His final rhyme.

For there's no time through winds in chime

o'er meadows green, where it's serene,

at that great place I've come to rest.

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Through life's tough test, I did my best.

Some thought it odd I followed God,

but in His footsteps I found joy.

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The Filthy Man 2-2-19

I was the only usher here

inside our little church.

The sermon was just starting and

for truth, we'd always search.

Now everything was normal there

right up to and until,

the door creaked slowly open and

we all grew very still.

In pastor's long mid-sentence, the

strange silence first began,

for standing in the doorway was

a poor and filthy man.

Appeared, he did, atrocious there

and homeless quite awhile,

with clothes severely tattered, but

I staged a phony smile.

Now everyone had noticed him -

and not just quite a few.

so ushered him, I quickly to,

the end of nearest pew.

As if there were a final drop

of coffee in each cup,

all heads were tipped a-way, way back

with noses sticking up.

Now pride was quite a problem back

since Adam and since Eve

and even today's Christians who

may claim that they believe.

Continued then, the pastor did

and when was said and done,

we wanted to leave quickly but

the nervousness begun.

It happened, as you may have guessed,

the filthy man had stood.

He then walked down the empty aisle.

It didn't look too good.

Each member there stood silent and

embarrassed, froze, aghast -

for all eyes were upon him as

the filthy man walked past.

Not knowing what to expect next

with pastor silent too,

all time came to a stand still as

he walked past ev'ry pew.

Right to the front of church he walked

when there he seemed to freeze.

A moment later just collapsed...

right down on dirty knees.

The congregation was so stunned

as he confessed it all.

His prayer was for repentance and

to God we heard him call.

Now no one spoke and no one moved

until a small girl came -

and knelt down right beside him there.

Then all was not the same.

An old man also quickly came

and asked forgiveness too.

And even I came to the front

with others just like you.

Now maybe love had tugged our hearts,

or it was by design -

but seen, a single dry eye?  No,

and those included mine.

It wasn't long before we all -

the children, women, men -

all us who held our noses high,

became humbled again.

It took a poor and filthy man

to open up our eyes

and wash our filthy hearts again

with humble, humble cries.

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