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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At Weakest Point 5-12-18

My precious little children

grew up so very fast.

Oh, why does time keep fighting me

and stealing all my past?

My little girl was precious,

a vibrant little flower.

So why has time come to a stop -

in this, my darkest hour?

My photos and mementos

have faded very fast.

Oh, why does time keep fighting me

and stealing all my past?

My keepsakes, lost forever,

have turned my stomach sour.

So why has time come to a stop -

in this, my darkest hour?

I worked hard for my family.

I built my business fast.

Oh, why does time keep fighting me

and stealing all my past?

My business, lost forever

and gone, my tallest tower.

So why has time come to a stop -

in this, my darkest hour?

All is gone and all is lost.

My life is fading fast.

Oh, why does time keep fighting me

and stealing all my past?

In fetal pose, you watch me now.

I fear, I shake, I cower.

So why has time come to a stop -

in this my darkest hour?

I find myself afloat on tears
that flow so very fast -
ignoring God who could have been
in all my sorry past.

At weakest point, He lifts me now

with His creative power!

And now I know why time has stopped -

in this, God's finest hour.

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Jesus Blessed 4-20-18

An ear of corn was bragging so

with kernels bright and gold.

"Just look at me!  Just look at me!"

he shouted loud and bold.

Well, this provoked the big, tall stalks

that stood there proud and tall.

"Without us you'd be rotting in

the field dirt, one and all.

The dirt felt somewhat slighted then

and said the bragging hurt.

You'd both be short and sickly if

not nourished by us dirt.

The water spoke up then to say

"There's something you should know.

Without the moisture from the rain

not one of you could grow."

The sun kept right on shining as

he heard the others boast.

He warmed the ground and ears of corn.

He knew what helped the most.

Humility was lacking, but

the truth the sun could see -

that all must work together long

before the corn could be.

The sun knew that not one of them

was better than the rest.

And each of them in their own way

was really 'Jesus blessed'.

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It's So Unfair 4-8-18

My mom was simply wonderful.

She had a magic touch.

And mother loved my father too.

She loved him very much.

I never heard mom say a word

when dad would spend the funds -

though mom had many stressful days

to feed her hungry sons.

Recalling often all the ways

that she conceived a meal -

concoctions never mixed before,

ingredients unreal.

One bite would be like chewing foam,

the next so leather tough -

while I and brothers sitting there

would have to eat the stuff.

But weight upon the shoulders from

abuse is very great.

I think I have much empathy

but how can I relate?

I heard the whimpering at times.

I sometimes saw the tears.

It's so unfair to have such love

and then to persevere.

So many things are left unsaid.

What more must I explain?

Have I hurt someone like my mom?

Have I caused someone pain?

Who loves me more than mom loved dad?

What else is there to know?

How many tears does Christ still shed

because He loves me so?

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Seasons 3-25-18

DEATH is the winter of sin and shame,

of pride and blame,

of guilty name,

of danger's ice,

of bad advice,

of heavy price.

LIFE is the springtime of seeds that toss,

of logs across,

of Christ on cross,

of blooming earth,

of our rebirth,

of valued worth.

WORK is the summer of fresh, clean rain,

of sweat and pain,

of growth and grain,

of appetites,

of peaceful nights,

of what excites.

LOVE is the autumn of harvesting,

of lauded sing,

of Thanksgiving,

of Heaven's grace,

of special place
and Jesus' face.

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