Walkin' On Water 8-3-18

Floatin' on water, lightning's flash!

Floatin' on water, raindrops splash.
Floatin' on water, pouring rain!
Walkin' on water?  So insane.

Floatin' on water, leave my boat?
Floatin' on water.  Will it float?
Floatin' on water, don't capsize!
Walkin' on water is unwise!

Floatin' on water here hiding.
Floatin' on water deciding.
Floatin' on water hearing voice.
Walkin' on water is a choice.

Floatin' on water in the storm.

Walkin' on water's not the norm.

Floatin' on water still in fear?

Walkin' on water, volunteer?

Floatin' on water, who succumbs?
Walkin' on water, Jesus comes!
Floatin' on water, Jesus see -
walkin' on water calming sea.

Floatin' on water, no more waves.

Walkin' on water, Jesus saves!

Floatin' on water does enslave!
Walkin' on water's not your grave!

Walkin' on water?  Can't conceive?

Walkin' on water?  Just believe!

Walkin' on water, I am too!

Walkin' on water, how 'bout you?

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A Beautiful Rose 7-13-18

My love still continues to bloom like the rose -

for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -

than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,

than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,

than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,

than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

But memories trample as conscience awakes.

It's then I'm reminded of all my mistakes.

Regrets, I have many.  They give me great pain.

They pelt me like hail and they drive me insane.

If only the future could remake the past,
where I could relive it much diff'rent than cast -

in stone where it's buried and cannot breakout,
I'd free it most quickly and change it, no doubt.

For pain's overwhelming when past can't reverse.
From pit in my stomach, it couldn't be worse.
Though Jesus can heal all the greatest of pains -
He won't let it happen if I'm tied down with chains
in guilt-ridden prison where I can't accept
forgiveness from actions when I was inept.
Grace breaks ev'ry chain so that I can't destroy
this beautiful rose of unspeakable joy.

If God could change hist'ry, if God made it so,

I'd treat her much diff'rent and clearly would know

that God's grace is priceless and made for such love

for all still in waiting and not there above.

Because she's not with me, there isn't a cure,

so pain grows beyond all that I can endure.

I'm sorry I hurt you and this I must share -

while Heaven awaits you, you're in ev'ry prayer.

So love still continues to bloom like the rose -

for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -

than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,

than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,

than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,

than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

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My Cheap & Paltry Skies 7-7-18

While I was thinking I was good,

in church while singing hymn -

my Lord was getting tortured so,

as they were whipping Him.

While boss was just not being fair

and I held righteous wrath -

my precious Lord lugged heavy cross

barefoot on stony path.

While I was wishing for a house

and dreaming how it'd be -

my Lord was tied and nailed tight

to hard and rugged tree.

While I stared at the deep blue sea

then wanted boat instead -

my Lord endured more agony

by thorns forced on His head.

While I had found a car for sale,

a nice and perfect ride -

my Lord cried out in gruesome pain

long hours before He died.

While in anticipated dreams,

a playoff game begins.

My Lord, though, wasn't in the game,

but took away my sins.

While I was taking selfies here

and holding high, my phone -

the people thought they buried Him

behind one heavy stone.

I'm now regretting sinful ways,

collapsing in my cries.

My Lord has paid and rose above

my cheap and paltry skies.

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Tell Me Why (2) 7-1-18

What charms my heart to butterflies?

What charms my heart to fly?

What charms my heart to loudly sing?

And can you tell me why?

What lures me to the water's edge?

What lures me to the lie?

What lures me to the ocean's depth?

And can you tell me why?

What makes a son do crazy things?

What makes a mom to die?

What makes a father distant so?

And can you tell me why?

What draws me to the pastures green?

What draws me to the sky?

What draws me to His loving arms?

And can you tell me why?

What drives my soul to worship Him?

What drives my eyes to cry?

What drives my love to do His will?

Please, can you tell me why?

What pulls my thoughts to greater thoughts?

What pulls emotions nigh?

What pulls my soul so Heavenward?

Now can you tell me why?

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If I Were Jesus 6-23-18

Here's something we might think about

and something to discuss -

if born, we were, in Zero Year

and grew up as Jesus...

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If I were Jesus would I heal

the blind so they could see?

Or would I joke when stumbled they

and would I laughing be?

If I were Jesus would I heal

a crippled, withered hand?

Or would I buy some sandals new

and brand new clothes demand?

If I were Jesus would I feed

five thousand; fish and bread?

Or would I scold them, call them fools

and stuff myself instead?

If I were Jesus would I pray

for each and every one?

Or would I brag and boast a lot

of all that I had done?

If I were Jesus would I die

on cross set up for me?

Or would I show them who I was

and walk away painfree?

If I were Jesus would I rise

to Heaven up above?

Or would I store up treasures here

because I money love?

If I were Jesus would I care

for people still today?

Or would I care for only me?

What would I do and say?

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The Lion & God's Nature 6-9-18

The Lion and God's nature seemed to be at odds one day.

Was it all depressing?  First, the lion had his say...
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"I hate the freezing morning!

I just shiver by the river!

I am so depressed."

The river's flow was somewhat slow.

Back its whisper, it was chipper,

"I am ever blessed."

The Lion roared, "My stomach needs

a meal with some appeal!

I am so depressed."

One little hare seemed not to care.

Through the meadow was the echo,

"I am ever blessed."

The Lion roared, "The sun is up and it's so hot!

I'm sweating and I'm thirsting!

I am so depressed."

A little chick with outstretched wing was heard to always sing,

"It's so adoring, sunshine's warming.

I am ever blessed."

The Lion roared, "This rocky ledge has windy edge!

Insufferable, I'm uncomfortable!

I am so depressed."

Sung through the leaves with autumn's breeze,

 though not with word, the Willow's heard,

"I am ever blessed..."

Then finally the Lion roared,

"Again I frown.  The sun is down!

Though rain is done, it wasn't fun!

I am so depressed."

But painted twilight sky was bright

in rainbow's hallowed spectrum's glow.

"I am ever blessed."

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The Lion and God's nature seemed to be at odds that day.

Was it all a blessing?  Lastly, nature had its say.

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