A Stubborn Lot 8-1-22

Can a penny buy a morsel of some dried unleavened bread?

Can a nickel have some meaning to apologies unsaid?

Can a dime hide a confession that we want to keep inside?

Can a quarter take the place of the regrets when we have lied?

Can a dollar buy a drop of love from someone we have pained?

Can a ten buy us full freedom, though it's we ourselves we've chained?

Can a hundred cover up our sins so we can't be enslaved?

Can a Million pay for all our sins so that we can then be saved?

Can a Billion buy a sliver from the cross where Jesus died?

Can a Trillion buy a seat in Heav'n so we can't be denied?

ALL the money in the world can't buy one SPECK of space

in Heaven where the God of Love bestows sufficient grace.

It's loving dedication and full faithfulness we owe.

Our money is so worthless - yet we idolize it so.

We are a spoiled people in our air conditioned cars.

We're over-entertained by our most fav'rite superstars.

We are a prideful people and we're such a stubborn lot -

but owe to Jesus EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING we've got.

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Outside the Gates 7-28-22

(Based on Luke 7:11-17)

So sick and dead - not in a trance,

nor by bad luck, nor by perchance.

With dying souls, our God awaits

before our graves outside the gates.

With rugged, jagged timbers crossed,

God's providence came with a cost -

where innocence had met pure guilt

through grace and love when blood was spilt.

And then, BEHOLD, I saw His skies,

for Christ had opened up my eyes

outside the gates with spirit dead,

where I met Christ and life instead.

With multitudes of people here -

the cries of mourning turned from tear -

for they had witnessed such a love

that they would long be speaking of...

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Luke 7:11-17 (KJV)

11 And it came to pass the day after, that he went into a city called Nain; and many of his disciples went with him, and much people.

12 Now when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow: and much people of the city was with her.

13 And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not.

14 And he came and touched the bier: and they that bare him stood still. And he said, Young man, I say unto thee, Arise.

15 And he that was dead sat up, and began to speak. And he delivered him to his mother.

16 And there came a fear on all: and they glorified God, saying, That a great prophet is risen up among us; and, That God hath visited his people.

17 And this rumour of him went forth throughout all Judaea, and throughout all the region round about.

Your Spirit Lives 7-1-22

So you have problems you can't fix and no one seems to listen.

You can't fight back.  Things will not change and you're in bad position.

So where is God to fix these things that put you on your knees?

Just where is this amazing God who calmed the stormy seas?

This earth is not like Heaven, for Heaven's free of sin.

No matter how we live our lives, our problem's deep within.

Our likes, our wants, our needs and cravings put us in this fix.

No matter what our burdens are, they're like ton of bricks.

My body's having problems but I live within the Spirit

I stamp my feet and clap my hands and let the world hear it.

The body dies.  I can't live there and that I must accept.

I live a life within God's will and that is where I'm kept.

You cannot see the Spirit realm unless your eyes are closed.

You ears can't hear His still, small voice unless they're predisposed.

Do not seek God with earthly thoughts that tear you all apart.

If honestly you speak to Him, you'll find Him in your heart.

So close your eyes and see God's light and hear His still, small voice.

Then shut your ears to earthly sounds for that is all your choice.

Our spirit lives in Heaven's realm where beauty is most stunning -

where struggles end with peace within and everybody's loving.

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Vacation 6-1-22

I'm going on vacation soon, alone or so it seems.

I won't do any packing or going to extremes.

I will not need my wallet, for everything is free.

And I won't need my brand new phone, for there's so much to see.

I will not take a big jet plane or ride a fancy bus,

yet I'll be meeting my best Friend. There's so much to discuss.

And all will meet Him one fine day - not many, but a few.

I will not keep you in suspense, for you should know Him too.

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Now first I'll need to be in court.  It's all or nothing there.

My Friend will be there for me too.  I'll not be in despair.

His Father is the highest judge of anyone around.

And quietly, I will stand there, in awe without a sound.

My Friend is there to defend me.  My faith in Him is strong.

He sacrificed His everything.  His grace blots out all wrong.

For those, through faith, believeth Him, His grace pours from above.

The Judge will tap His gavel soft.  His countenance shows love.

AND THEN all Heaven will rejoice, in unison will sing-

as I enjoy this paradise, vast love and ev'rything.

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Though body soon will turn to dust as earth can clearly see,

don't shed a single tear for me.  I'm alive as I can be!

The masses run through widest gate.  The narrow allows few.

So many store up treasures here.  Is gate too small for you?

Possessions are not needed there- and yours won't leave this earth.

For God prepared a place for us alone with immense worth.

You, too, will see this paradise, at least I pray you do...

Yes, I'll be on vacation soon and I'll wait there for you.

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A Winning Poem 5-1-22

Sometimes my poem's a winner

but often times it's not.

And yet I spend a lot of time

to give it all I've got.

But one thing I will never do

because it's oh, so true.

I will not thank my hand because

God's hand is in it too.

No, never take the praise because

you write for God alone.

Take all your selfishness and pride

and clear your ev'ry bone.

Before you write, please thank the Lord.

Convey a sincere prayer,

that you will do your very best

and write with utmost care.

When you give God the glory first,
from the start to finish,

you'll receive His blessings so your

work will not diminish.

For we're around a world of sin

while He is up above.

So give Him full and total praise

and show Him all your love.

Use a thesaurus if you must

when you can't find the words.

Make your poem flow off tongues

with all your nouns and verbs.

Then go right back and pray again.

The poem's His, not yours.

And work it over perfectly

so poem long endures.

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But Should Have Been 4-2-22

They slept and slept with weary eyes

while Jesus prayed with teary eyes.
He prayed in earnest while they slept,

but answered faithful. He'd accept.

It wasn't me.

The night was looking mighty grim.

Then came, they, and arrested Him.

The charge was simple: blasphemy.

He didn't plead nor disagree.

It wasn't me.

And this is how the story goes:

They stripped Him of His humble clothes.

With bone-tipped violence He was whipped

and ev'ry time His skin was ripped.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't something He could toss.

He dropped that very heavy cross.

None could stop them, stop them now

as sweat poured off His heavy brow.

It wasn't me.

They mocked Him with a crown of thorns.

The hate, the words, the sword, the scorns.

It's hard to fathom these details,

then sore, He bore barbaric nails.

It wasn't me.

His sacrifice was perfect love

both here on earth and Heav'n above.

It could have been a total loss

but Christ, Himself, endured that cross.

It wasn't me.

God's solemn will would then prevail,

and tore from top to bottom, veil.

Yes, Christ was hung for my sins then.

It wasn't me... but should have been.

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