Thursday, December 24, 2009

A Poem

Small, bright and lush with newness of life unfurling.
Oil in our hands, see as we examine its rapid growth!
The promise of Spring as that bud starts to burst forth.
How like us when first we surrender our life to Christ.
Consider the joy of our salvation, that first new leaf!

The hot Summer leaf wilts under the heat of the sun.
They thirst, for the new tree roots fail to cast deep.
Their vital oil gone, causing them to curl and to dry.
How like us when we fail to drink from God’s word.
Consider how that joy curls in the maelstrom of life.

See how quickly that leaf reaches its Autumn of life.
They let go and fly away at the first gust of Fall wind.
Crumbling to dust at Winter’s swift chill weather.
It is in the Winter of life that you begin to realize
Consider that the leaf dies but we live on forever.

Such a big reminder of my life is that small tree leaf.
For all too soon I have reached the Autumn of my life.
Learning too late objects were not worth all the strife.
My life should never have been attached to this world.
Consider it is easier to walk by faith and not by sight.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Satan's Instructions

I dreamt I heard a conversation,
Of Satan instructing his congregation.
He was sending them out as his anointed few,
And I repeat the dream now here to you.

“Christmas is here, and I’m depending on you
So stand tall, and take note, all my motley young crew.
I need your help at this season, so you must not rest.
So I am instructing you to each do your best.

The lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eye.
A vision, a want, and a dream and a sigh.
Cause them to grow and to fill every mind.
With pride and envy, and pleasures of all kind.

And go to the saints - The more saintlier few,
Tempt them with feasts, and tempt them with brew,
All party and visit and forget even why.
Fill each man with dissension and create a new lie.

To live life to the fullest, there’s no future just present.
Use each moment for self and for everything that’s pleasant.
Don’t forget I am powerful, don’t forget I am strong.
I know the character of man, and I’m, seldom far wrong!

If you find a man lax and weary in well doing,
It’s a signal to you to draw close and start brewing.
Talk about Santa, and talk about toys.
Use your finest of wits, and your sneakiest of ploys.

Now talk about famine and talk about war.
Make them think they are sitting by death’s very door.
Cause them to covet and lust, and fill them with greed.
Fill them with ‘wants’ that they think they all need.

Bring on depression, bring on the fear.
Bring on the worry, and bring on the tear.
Don’t talk about meekness, don’t talk about sin.
Don’t consider the world, and the state that they’re in.

And whatever you do, don’t mention the child!
Don’t talk of a garden that I once defiled.
Not a word of the Savior, not a word of His plan.
To redeem a lost world and to save fallen man.

So go quickly now, for the season is here.
The time for festivities and for good cheer”.
And I heard him exclaim ‘ere he walked out of sight,
“Merry Xmas to all, and now go show them your might!