CONSIDER SPRING LEAVES
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!
STUDY THE SUMMER LEAVES
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.
SADLY SEE THE FALL LEAVES
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.
TAKE A LEAF FROM MY BOOK
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 24, 2009
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!
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!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Doubt
Your Spirit now falls down freely as tears bring relief to me.
For truly you are there, I not only feel you,. I breath you.
I reach out my hand and cry, what a blessing you are to me!
I rejoice in sunshine and shadow, in pain that won’t set me free.
Now new hope you’ve found for me, for I know that it was you!
Angels that deliver answers aren’t always dispatched to me.
The Spirit also moves in others in ways that oft confound me.
And He opens doors that have seemed so impossible to free.
New hope I pray is not dashed again on the rocks of despair.
You did not promise me healing but promised you‘d be there.
So how could I doubt when that ceiling seemed to fall on me.
Many have walked this road before me and testify of your power.
How could I possibly doubt you Lord, I hang my head in shame.
Oft times I expect your all answers to come flying on the wind.
Immediate gratification is what I want when I knock at your door.
It’s not like I haven’t been in this schoolroom learning as before.
I know the greatest test is passed when I stop quietly and realize
I may be living the very answer that for now you have given me
And your silence is not because of an offense that I have committed.
My prayers are not spurned, my attitude towards you is unseemly.
Now suddenly, so many answers have come from those that know.
And help that I thought was lost, like your word it has found me.
I pray with repentance full in my heart and seared in my mind.
And I find that the veil has lifted and once more you are with me.
For truly you are there, I not only feel you,. I breath you.
I reach out my hand and cry, what a blessing you are to me!
I rejoice in sunshine and shadow, in pain that won’t set me free.
Now new hope you’ve found for me, for I know that it was you!
Angels that deliver answers aren’t always dispatched to me.
The Spirit also moves in others in ways that oft confound me.
And He opens doors that have seemed so impossible to free.
New hope I pray is not dashed again on the rocks of despair.
You did not promise me healing but promised you‘d be there.
So how could I doubt when that ceiling seemed to fall on me.
Many have walked this road before me and testify of your power.
How could I possibly doubt you Lord, I hang my head in shame.
Oft times I expect your all answers to come flying on the wind.
Immediate gratification is what I want when I knock at your door.
It’s not like I haven’t been in this schoolroom learning as before.
I know the greatest test is passed when I stop quietly and realize
I may be living the very answer that for now you have given me
And your silence is not because of an offense that I have committed.
My prayers are not spurned, my attitude towards you is unseemly.
Now suddenly, so many answers have come from those that know.
And help that I thought was lost, like your word it has found me.
I pray with repentance full in my heart and seared in my mind.
And I find that the veil has lifted and once more you are with me.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Life in Thee
Daily, yes daily, I have prayed Lord unto Thee
Hour by hour, your word grows deep in me.
Minute by minute, it is you that sets me free
Second by second, my life I now clearly see.
Moment by moment, I surrender Lord to Thee
The clock ticks my life away until finally I am free.
Time will mean nothing, for heaven's where I'll be.
Eternity will have no clock, just time alone with Thee.
Hour by hour, your word grows deep in me.
Minute by minute, it is you that sets me freeSecond by second, my life I now clearly see.
Moment by moment, I surrender Lord to Thee
The clock ticks my life away until finally I am free.
Time will mean nothing, for heaven's where I'll be.
Eternity will have no clock, just time alone with Thee.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Wayfarers Road
Be my witness, this is not the road less travelled!
For countless people have passed this way before.
They are sojourners in this life seeking many things.
They have a God-shaped vacuum ready to be filled.
Others are enquirers searching for mind enlightenment.
Desiring substance in a changing world they wander.
Bereft and hungry they search out all forms of religion.
Where did they come from? And will they be forevermore?
Man sees so little, knows even less, so much unproved.
So their enquiring spirit tells them there is something more.
Science changes like the wind stirring up doubts like the
Desert sands shifting, changing every more, unrecognized.
Science tells them there is no God, no plan and no thereafter
Can they risk all they know at the gambling table of life?
What dice these men throw at us, ever changing, nescient.
And in their quest they long for constancy and truth.
A road that will not waver but remains unswerving.
So they seek religious persuasions, empty yet tempting.
For man was made for fellowship with God yet somehow
In the depth of their being they know, and they cry out.
For only one can provide them with clarity and certainty.
None but Christ can satisfy, and the Spirit calls come!
Sit at the wedding table and feast, hunger no more.
He who is thirsty drink from the well that will not go dry.
Cease your desert wanderings, chasing false Gods.
That will only dry up your bones and leave you wanting.
Seek out the true God, He will provide you with His peace.
As Paul did, you will meet Him on your Damascus Road.
For countless people have passed this way before.
They are sojourners in this life seeking many things.
They have a God-shaped vacuum ready to be filled.
Others are enquirers searching for mind enlightenment.
Desiring substance in a changing world they wander.
Bereft and hungry they search out all forms of religion.
Where did they come from? And will they be forevermore?
Man sees so little, knows even less, so much unproved.
So their enquiring spirit tells them there is something more.
Science changes like the wind stirring up doubts like the
Desert sands shifting, changing every more, unrecognized.
Science tells them there is no God, no plan and no thereafter
Can they risk all they know at the gambling table of life?
What dice these men throw at us, ever changing, nescient.
And in their quest they long for constancy and truth.
A road that will not waver but remains unswerving.
So they seek religious persuasions, empty yet tempting.
For man was made for fellowship with God yet somehow
In the depth of their being they know, and they cry out.
For only one can provide them with clarity and certainty.
None but Christ can satisfy, and the Spirit calls come!
Sit at the wedding table and feast, hunger no more.
He who is thirsty drink from the well that will not go dry.
Cease your desert wanderings, chasing false Gods.
That will only dry up your bones and leave you wanting.
Seek out the true God, He will provide you with His peace.
As Paul did, you will meet Him on your Damascus Road.
Friday, October 9, 2009
My Thirsty Soul
As man in a desert requires water
So does my soul thirst after You, Lord.
When my heart cries for you in my pain,
Your Spirit falls on me as fresh Spring rain.
As man’s body is weak without sustenance,
So does my soul hunger for You, Lord.
When I feel life’s travail a worthless toil
You come to me and renew me again.
As man seeks to find his life’s pleasures
So I determine to find my joy in You, Lord.
Your songs thrill me and lighten my load
As nothing else can in this journey I walk.
As man thinks first of himself in life’s troubles
So often I selfishly neglect You, Lord.
Rather than making you my central vision
I set you up at the periphery of my life.
As man realizes life is not happenstance
So happy I am learning early of You, Lord.
For he who thinks there is nothing more to life
Is as the prophets say a foolish man.
As man tends to search for meaning in life
So I search out my purpose in You, Lord.
For without You life is an empty void,
But with You my pathway is planned ahead.
As man sees day quickly turn into night
So I in all of my travail I run to You, Lord.
And as sun shines on each fresh new day
Once again I feel the warmth of Your breath on me.
As man turns his head away in distraction
So before me I choose to see only You, Lord.
For if my focus can remain solidly upon You.
The attractions of this world will not entice me away.
As my relationship grows with Your guidance,
So my troubles are left at the lichgate for You, Lord.
For I am weak in myself and easily swayed,
And I need to know I am following Your way.
As I get older I dream of You so often.
And I dream of a bridegroom some day, You Lord,
Death holds no fear for me now, no worry.
And Heaven’s door appears open in welcome.
So does my soul thirst after You, Lord.
When my heart cries for you in my pain,
Your Spirit falls on me as fresh Spring rain.
As man’s body is weak without sustenance,
So does my soul hunger for You, Lord.
When I feel life’s travail a worthless toil
You come to me and renew me again.
As man seeks to find his life’s pleasures
So I determine to find my joy in You, Lord.
Your songs thrill me and lighten my load
As nothing else can in this journey I walk.
As man thinks first of himself in life’s troubles
So often I selfishly neglect You, Lord.
Rather than making you my central vision
I set you up at the periphery of my life.
As man realizes life is not happenstance
So happy I am learning early of You, Lord.
For he who thinks there is nothing more to life
Is as the prophets say a foolish man.
As man tends to search for meaning in life
So I search out my purpose in You, Lord.
For without You life is an empty void,
But with You my pathway is planned ahead.
As man sees day quickly turn into night
So I in all of my travail I run to You, Lord.
And as sun shines on each fresh new day
Once again I feel the warmth of Your breath on me.
As man turns his head away in distraction
So before me I choose to see only You, Lord.
For if my focus can remain solidly upon You.
The attractions of this world will not entice me away.
As my relationship grows with Your guidance,
So my troubles are left at the lichgate for You, Lord.
For I am weak in myself and easily swayed,
And I need to know I am following Your way.
As I get older I dream of You so often.
And I dream of a bridegroom some day, You Lord,
Death holds no fear for me now, no worry.
And Heaven’s door appears open in welcome.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Who Are You Fooling?
Just what do you think you are doing,
Walking on both sides of the fence?
You think you have everyone fooled,
But the one you are cheating is you!
You are wearing a two-sided mask,
Interchanging it freely at will.
That voice you are ignoring inside
One day will eventually be still.
You say that you believe in God,
But the devil believes and trembles.
You’re so trained in your own facade
Even you don’t know who you are.
You’ve been the driver of life thus far
Changing gears when whomever you meet.
So subtle you’ve become in your deceit,
Only God knows who truly you are!
God knows the road you are travelling,
And He sees the inner works of your heart.
Isn’t it time that you stopped pretending,
And give to Him all of your heart?
Peace you will know beyond measure,
Once you take that mask off for good.
Having firm trust in the Supreme Being
Brings joy this world can’t impart.
Walking on both sides of the fence?
You think you have everyone fooled,
But the one you are cheating is you!
You are wearing a two-sided mask,
Interchanging it freely at will.
That voice you are ignoring inside
One day will eventually be still.
You say that you believe in God,
But the devil believes and trembles.
You’re so trained in your own facade
Even you don’t know who you are.
You’ve been the driver of life thus far
Changing gears when whomever you meet.
So subtle you’ve become in your deceit,
Only God knows who truly you are!
God knows the road you are travelling,
And He sees the inner works of your heart.
Isn’t it time that you stopped pretending,
And give to Him all of your heart?
Peace you will know beyond measure,
Once you take that mask off for good.
Having firm trust in the Supreme Being
Brings joy this world can’t impart.
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