Futility 10-18-08

Futility:
is a cry unheard -
or a star unseen.

Futility:
is a dictionary never opened -
or eyes that cannot read.

Futility:
is a termite encased in a metal box -
or seeds, in a sealed package, never planted.

Futility:
is the worlds most beautiful flower in a forest unseen -
or a forest with no beautiful flowers.

Futility:
is the greatest sermon preached - to an empty room -
or a room full of bodies that a sermon doesn't move.

Futility:
is a microphone unplugged -
or headphones on deaf ears.

Futility:
is a world of envy -
or a state of hate.

Futility:
is deceptiive love -
or worthless riches.

Futility:
is kissing a toad -
or hugging a flag pole.

Futility:
is outside a fancy door, doing nothing -
or opening the biggest door to nowhere.

Futility:
is the hardest worker, with no understanding -
or the greatest mind in a body never worked.

Futility:
is a hole dug - just before caving back in -
or the greatest, tallest mountain of debt.

Futility:
is a king without his subjects -
or subjects without their king.

Futility:
is having been given an unusable brain -
or given a mind which is thoughtless.

Futility:
It's doom, agony, despair, life without purpose -
It's fruitless, full of pain and hopelessness.

Futility:
It's sin, the absence of appreciation -
It’s lacking thankfulness for every blessing.

Futility:
It's death on a cross without sufficient grace -
It’s the great deceptive arrogance of 'works' by man.

Futility.
It comes in many shapes and sizes -
It thrives like a stubborn weed - when faith is weak.

Futility:
It's life without faith in the almighty God -
or lifelessness without His grace, under cold sod.

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LOST? 10-13-08

Are you listening? Are you troubled? Is anybody there?

Does anybody know your pain? Does anybody care?

I guess you can't be hopeful for the world to understand -

that pain is so immense when clay is formed with potters' hand.

I know affliction pained the God who sent His Son to die,

for us, who spent our time in ways - that lent to Satan's lie.

In seconds, minutes, hours - in years, months, weeks and days,

We've locked up so much precious time - in all our selfish ways.

I know He understands you and - He knows your every pain -

because He's pulled this very clay from each and every chain.

Chains that seemed so innocent and chains that seemed so right,

but chains that I locked on myself and chains that I clasped tight.

Are you listening? Are you troubled? Is anybody there?

Does anybody know your pain? Does anybody care?

We do - your family. I do. Though just a Christian friend,

I know that grace trumps judgment - where guilt and suffering end.

He understands you fully. Its you He wants to heal.

Jesus went before you and He knows just how you feel.

Creations' GOD still cries out loud when molding you because,

the God of Love (who had to send - His Son here) surely does.

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What Value? 9-21-08

What value are birds - without their wings?

What value is music - if no one sings?

What value is law - without pursuit?

What value are works - without good fruit?

What value are lungs - without the air?

What value are fathers - never there?

What value is wisdom – if not begun?

What value is Christmas - without God's Son?

What value are scythes - without the weeds?

What value is harvest - without the seeds?

What value are ovens - if not hotter?

What value is clay - without the potter?

What value are baths - without the soap?

What value is grace - without the hope?

What value are answers - without questions?

What value are tears – without confessions?

What value is hope - if we're naive?

What value is faith - if we can't believe?

What value is kindness - without the prayer?

What value are actions - if can’t be spared?

What value are judges - if they aren't fair?

What value is Heaven - if we aren't there?

What value is cycling - without fitness?

What value are Christians - who bear no witness?

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Matthew 10:(KJV)

32Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven. 33But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.... 37He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. 38And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. 39He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it. 40He that receiveth you receiveth me, and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me.

Matthew 19:(NASB)

29 "And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or farms for My name's sake, will receive many times as much, and will inherit eternal life.

30"But many who are first will be last; and the last, first."

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One Precise Location 9-16-08

There’s one precise location - where lies and truths abide.

It's proven in this big old world where sin and love collide.

With fights and angry battles, with bombs and deadly wars -

yet also acts of kindness - love, forgiveness, open doors.

Now if all wars were ended - and battles could subside,

and wars’ dust finally settled - and guns were set aside;

still sin and love would be at war – battling years and years,

and sin would deceive many - as love would dry the tears.

Deep down inside all soldiers of war torn battled states,

and way down deep inside us all - are two specific gates.

The 'will' that we were given and the trails we would choose,

are sin that shuns, or love that puts - us in our Godly shoes.

Was Jesus much too busy - to heal a withered hand,

to heal the blind or heal the lame - so we might understand?

Jesus loved His enemies – even while on the cross,

and how we love each other is - deep below our gloss.

God still loves the least of these. I cannot answer why,

but when I stumbled on that truth, it made this old man cry.

From one precise location, our Lord was ripped apart.

That very place for our own cross, is deep within our heart....

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Matthew 5:44-45 (NASB)

"But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.”

Jesus 9-13-08

Jesus never hurt anyone.

Jesus never turned away from a need.

Jesus healed.

Jesus fed.

Jesus helped.

Jesus loved.

Yet the world hated Him.

Why?

The world condemned Him.

The world charged Him.

The world judged Him.

The world mocked Him.

The world hung Him.

The world killed Him.

The world still uses His name in vain.

Why?

What kind of reward is that for helping, healing, and loving others?

How do we respond to this truth?

Do we care?

We are - either ‘hot’ or ‘cold’ – not lukewarm.

God so loved the world that He gave.

Jesus so loved that He gave himself.

How much are we willing to give?

What have we done?

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Matthew 25:40

"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth,

whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'”

The Great Commission 9-10-08

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I have no time that I can spend,

and have no pain that I can mend.

I have no notion I can be,

yet have this image I can see.

I feel a sorrow I can't share,

and feel a pain I cannot bear.

I feel a breeze I cannot clutch,

so can I feel the Master's touch?

I swallow food I do not grow,

and swallow facts I do not know.

I swallow pills I do not taste,

yet swallow words which are a waste.

I hear a thunder I can't make,

and hear a wind I cannot shake.

I hear a silence - not by choice -

so I hear that caring voice?

I know the people I can't fudge,

and know the facts I cannot judge.

I know the shepherd, not the herds,

but do I know my Saviors words?

I see a rainbow I can't chase,

and see a light I cannot race.

I see a world I cannot reach,

yet see His love that I might teach.

I love desserts I can't consume,

and love the rose that might not bloom.

I love the world I do not know,

but God so loved so should I go?

I know the things I cannot touch,

and jobs I have don't matter much.

I know the scriptures - sea to sea,

My God knows me, but do I, He?

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Only One, Times Millions 9-2-08

I sit alone. The birds fly past.
They soar with wings, in world so vast.
I sit alone. A butterfly,
so beautiful, floats silent by.

I sit alone. The breezes blow.
They pass me by, but they don't know.
I sit alone, the sky deep blue.
The clouds roll by. I think of you.

I sit alone. No child I know,
for you were taken, long ago.
I sit alone. Who is aware?
Oh, who can change it? Someone care?

I sit alone, you were "removed".
The world applauds, the world approved.
I sit alone, but cannot stay.
The world forgets, so now I pray.

I go alone, just one more tear.
I've cried out loud, year after year.
I go alone, now very weak,
have no more tears for either cheek.

I go alone, with millions lost.
Oh, who can end this holocaust?
I go alone, while one more throat,
is slit again. They want my vote?

I go alone. Nothing I say,
can bring you back to me today.
I go alone, but never you,
for you're with God. He saw you through.

only one deathly choice, times millions,
only one abortion, times millions,
only one tiny tear, times millions,
only one repenting, times millions,
only one work of grace, times millions,
only one act of love, times millions,
only one humble prayer, times millions,
only one good work, times millions,
only one faithful voice, times millions,
and only one lonely vote, times millions,
- with one great and mighty God.

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WWJS? 8-10-08

Circumstances do arise,
for all we're going through,
and in response, we ask ourselves,
"What would Jesus do?"

She had faith and touched His hem,
His garment she could feel;
another held his treasures, so
Who did Jesus heal?

Spiritually or worldly -
will God or man we fear;
and when we say our daily prayers,
Who will Jesus hear?

Disciples, they were sleeping,
as Jesus down, did kneel;
sweating then, as drops like blood,
What did Jesus feel?

Hate and anger ruled the crowd,
propelled their sudden haste;
and as they hung Him on the cross,
What did Jesus taste?

Few are humble, many smart,
but vital is this key;
when now He looks into your heart,
What does Jesus see?

To everyone, both you and I,
death calls one final day;
so when we stand before our Judge,
What will Jesus say?

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The Old Locomotive 7-24-08

The old locomotive moves "we the people" on our way.
It's gained a lot of speed from then - until right now, today.
Where is this locomotive? Where is it headed to?
We need to know - for after all - it holds both me and you.

Gold and silver limits us, so those we did not need.
With paper it was easier to satisfy our greed.
Bureaucracy has taxed us all. It taxed us as we grew,
taxes those that sell us food and taxes dishes too.

It taxes every kitchen, every bathroom, every yard.
It taxes every one of us without the least regard.
It taxes all our products and taxes all our goods.
It puts a tax right where we live and even taxes woods.

It taxes every home and car and taxes all our fuel.
It taxes every thing we have - including heat and cool.
It taxes all our income and it taxes what we sell,
and if it had ability could tax its way to hell.

Our borders have been broken and are leaving us so bare,
and then when there's a killing.... do politicians care?
They talk and talk and talk some more and find someone to blame.
but then when they are finally done - continues on the same.

In the dining car we ride - merrily on our way.
Never do we say a word lest we become their prey.
The bureaucrats that wish to ride up in that locomotive,
just do their job oblivious - to legislators' motive.

We go to work to pay some more and ship our kids to schools,
It matters not what they are taught - for we must follow rules.
But when they mess our children up - it's not their fault you see,
as every finger pointing - is at either you or me.

We get accustomed in our rut, accustomed to their cause,
because of fear, accept it all, and do not question laws.
The locomotive speeds along the tracks now ever faster,
but no one has a clue for what becomes a sure disaster.

It glides along so easily as feelings conquer facts,
but all will soon be over when it sails beyond the tracks.
With lifeless bodies everywhere - the poor to those of fame –
at least we all can rest assured - that none will point in blame.

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This Old Scrap Of Burlap 7-21-08

This big, bright world,
is like a drawer full of lace,
though I feel like a leftover rag;
quite awkward, uneasy,
and so out of place.

Lace is chosen
by those with whom they connect.
and selecting their own special piece;
they want their lives
to be so perfect.

Then stew they will
when things go terribly wrong.
Their lace gets soiled, stained and tattered.
For this worlds special lace
doesn’t last too long.

They’re all sewn up,
still seeking what cannot mend....
But this leftover rag, this old scrap of burlap;
though nowhere near perfect,
is still your special friend.

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PRICELESS 6-17-08

PRICELESS is AIR - to a drowning man.
PRICELESS is FOOD - or starve we can.

PRICELESS, a TRUTH - that shall never flee.
PRICELESS our EYES - or we could not see.

PRICELESS our EARS - or we could not hear.
PRICELESS is PATIENCE - year after year.

PRICELESS is RUNNING - the four minute mile.
PRICELESS is SEEING - a tiny one smile.

PRICELESS is MILK - for a baby newborn.
PRICELESS is REST - for the weary and worn.

PRICELESS are YOU - my friend and much more.
PRICELESS is PEACE - for a world at war.

PRICELESS is FREEDOM - and tasting fresh air.
PRICELESS is TRUST - to someone in care.

PRICELESS is WATER - for our desert thirst.
PRICELESS is LOVE - lest we all be cursed.

PRICELESS is GOD - and His only Son.
PRICELESS is CHRIST - the Trinity, One.

PRICELESS am I - so loved, that He died.
PRICELESS is LIFE'S magnificent ride.

PRICELESS is GRACE - for a lost, dying world.
PRICELESS is FAITH - when judgment is hurled.

PRICELESS was TOUCH for this lonely, lost lamb.
and PRICELESS is KNOWING the Great God, 'I AM'.


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Where Would I Be? 6-13-08

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Lost in a wilderness without direction?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Thirsting and thirsting with nothing to quench?
What would I be without Jesus?

Storing up treasures that rust and decay?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Hearing no knock as there’s nobody there?
Where would I be without Jesus?

A tree without fruit that will wither and die?
What would I be without Jesus?

A house upon sand washed away by the rain?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Tossing and turning in waves on the sea?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Drooling in anguish and demon possessed?
What would I be without Jesus?

Crippled in body with paralyzed thought?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Drawing a net that is empty of fish?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Without understanding and totally blind?
What would I be without Jesus?

Futilely living on greed, lust and hate?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Weary, heavy-laden with no place to rest?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Among rocks and thorns left to wither away?
What would I be without Jesus?

Without loaves and fishes and nothing to eat?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Tripping and stumbling on life’s rugged trail?
Where would I be without Jesus?

A hopeless lost sheep that is locked up in chains?
What would I be without Jesus?

Hung on a cross and to pay for my sins?
Who would I be without Jesus?

And sentenced to Hades without parole?
Where would I be without Jesus?
What would I be without Jesus?
Who would I be without Jesus?

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Patience 6-1-08

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Each one of us stand here.
From God we all came.
But He molds each different.
We aren't all the same.

If God is our potter
and we are His clay;
how does He shape us -
how slow is His way?

I run in great circles -
with schedules galore;
busy with children,
opinions and more.

Though time is fast fleeting
each hour of each day;
Lord, mold within me -
great patience, as clay.

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That Mighty Tree 5-31-08

A storm had bent the grasses, and brought this tree to seed,
and it became a mighty tree, a mighty tree indeed.
Nothing seemed to waver it. It was two centuries old.
Sunshine showered grace on it and turned the grasses gold.

Amassing all attention to leaves so large, serene.
Blue sky, its only limit, was hidden by its green.
The trunk had held so many limbs that grew its branches high.
The world beheld its greatness. It seemed touch the sky.

Among the several grasses, in multitudes stood we,
and too, beheld its beauty, a wonder all could see.
But holding up its branches beneath the earth was more -
roots like roadways everywhere, one evil at its core.

Within that mighty tree, deception grew and grew.
Many were deceived themselves, yet truth a handful knew.
Not blinded by its root of greed that ran so very deep,
which traveled down, taxing all, putting us to sleep.

Those of us who knew the truth, it was a sight to see,
for nothing ever crashed so hard as that big mighty tree.
From Hollywood to Washington with roots to Reapers' hell,
some enjoyed the greatest times until that big tree fell.

Those that perished quickly deserved just what they got.
The Reaper had come quickly and hesitated not.
He felled that tree and grasses within that evil gust.
That tree that put its faith in ‘green’ and not “in God we trust”.

If trust, we in ourselves alone, and lose belief in God,
we'll tax us to corruption and turn ourselves to sod.
The reaper had his hold on them firmly by the collar.
Did they see 'God almighty' or - the 'almighty dollar'?

Rocket science cannot put a value into paper,
but where the root of evil thrives turns it into vapor.
A storm against the colonies had brought this tree to seed.
The storm that felled it hard - was one of mighty greed.

Most forgot the basics that were written long ago,
but liberally, the love for more always seemed to grow.
"We hold these truths ... self-evident" once had made us free.
It only took one evil root to fell this mighty tree.

Where root of evil lingers, vast millions surely die,
the sea of green will swallow those - where love of money lie.
When multitudes become corrupt causing great upheaval,
'Love of money" is the root - the root of every evil.

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This Dandelion 5-29-08

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From the house, a father and son,
work together for the good,
a family - just like one.

They pull weeds from this perfect lawn,
so impeccable 'cept for me.
A lone weed - the rest gone....

They do this work and they never owe,
they feed and water just enough.
He mows - but lets me grow.

All the world's rules and every great law,
keeps them all busy and wind driven,
yet here I stand in awe.

Often I see father cut the lawn.
It's impeccable.
They pull weeds - 'til all gone.

The child stands near, so his father knows -
this priceless lone dandelion,
is the one that he chose.

Feeling naked as I look about,
one dandelion in a lush green lawn –
but through faith, not a doubt.

Though I’m ugly and so very wrong,
as the world creates rules.
Is this where I belong?

If grass could see, they'd scoff and sigh.
The son protecting me as-
the mower comes nearby.

Why stand I here for all to see -
imperfect on the father's lawn?
The son’s forgiven me!

All can see that I’m still a-livin'
alone here on this perfect lawn -
No, not perfect. Just forgiven.

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Give And Take 5-18-08

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"For God so loved the world, that He gave...

His only Son" - to a borrowed cave...

...for a world that put Him in that grave.

Why?

Here's an example of love and sin:

With Him, crucified, were two men,

One saw truth and then confessed,

Jesus forgave and he was blessed.

The other, self-centered, without belief,

He loved himself and died a thief.

For man so loves the world, he takes...

earning each one of his many mistakes...

...in a world where man believes he creates.

Why?

Right here on earth between truth and lie,

We look at 'success' and say, "What a guy!"

Many had thought they could conquer the earth,

or their little corner - but what was it worth?

But God's looking down in the palm of His hand.

He knows His whole world and where we all stand.

Where is our focus and what's our reply?

What is the truth that we seem to deny?

We must look at our lives and then ask ourselves,

'Why'?

For God so loved the world, He gave...

so Who do we love OR what do we crave?

There's nothing in this world to get,

unless to Jesus, we submit;

and if we crave our earthly coffer,

God has nothing else to offer.

It's no secret life's unfair,

so help me love, Lord –

that's my prayer.

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Luke 23: 39 One of the criminals who were hanged there was hurling abuse at Him, saying, "Are You not the Christ? Save Yourself and us!" 40 But the other answered, and rebuking him said, "Do you not even fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 "And we indeed are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for our deeds; but this Man has done nothing wrong." 42 And he was saying, "Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!" 43 And He said to him, "Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise."

Greater Power 5-4-08

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A volcano could inspire me,

when sulfur’s flames shoot higher;

But I turn from temptation

and run from hellish fire.

An earthquake could defeat me,

when its shaking takes my feet.

Though I might fall or stumble

I'll not quit or retreat.

A tornado could surround me,

in deafening roaring sound;

but oh, if I am humbled,

I'll lie still on the ground.

A storm or flood could swallow me,

when sheets of water fall;

but of God's truth, Noah knew,

faith floats above it all.

Gods powers - the world will always see,

above and throughout the sea;

still, I'm amazed with greater power -

that He can still love me.

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Allowed or Commanded? 4-29-08

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God allows the evening rain - allows the morning dew.

God allows the grass to green yet makes the oceans blue.

God allows such simple things to fly around the sky.

God allows so many things but many don't know 'why'.

God allows successfulness and He allows mistakes.

God allows life-saving herbs but also deadly snakes.

Birds were then allowed to pull the worms up from the sod.

A serpent was allowed removing us from our own God.

God allowed a garden to produce for Adam's need,

then God allowed that serpent to expose his very greed.

God allowed the several plagues to circle around Job

He allows so many things to happen 'round the globe.

But God does not decide for us. He makes it very plain.

God allows that if we want - can work for world gain.

While God does not decide for us, He is in full control,

yet He allows that most of man will lose their very soul.

God allows deception, corruption, lies and sin,

yet He allowed a virgin birth to set things right again.

God demanded His own Son while holding full control.

and God allows the smallest seed to save the wretched soul

If man thinks He has fixed it all and all our work is done,

then why's the world so evil with its people on the run?

God demands not many things - though many we dismiss,

yes, man still lives oblivious and blind to the abyss.

Though Satan cannot master all creations' only God,

in ignorance man stumbles over Satan’s wink and nod.

God allows for all good things - yet He allows the bad,

but He demands an answer too - to fix what once we had.

God did not create the world that He might run it all.

He put us all in charge of it - yet knowing we would fall.

God allows us our free will to do what we might please.

so do we live it purposeful or live a life of ease?

Do we have eyes to see the truth? Tell me if you can,

Where will this whole world end up? What's written in His plan?

Do we have ears to understand? Tell me if you will,

What revelations are for us? What plans will He fulfill?

God allows so many things. What will He not control?

Does God allow so little faith - yet hold my very soul?

God commands the world now but some things does allow.

Does God accept so little faith? Who will He disavow?

If indeed, our faith is strong, as Job's was long ago,

and if our faith is in the Rock, why should we worry so?

If indeed, my faith is strong, just what have I to lose?

God allows both hot or cold. My faith I still can choose.

If we claim to be the clay, willing freely to His hands,

we must accept His final truth: God allows His own commands!

God allows so many things and this I know is true,

and God allows me in His hands. How about you?

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Believe 4-25-08

Father, thank You for transportation.
Cruise control, comfy seats, air conditioning, of course heat....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
thank You for my feet.

Father, thank You for employment.
Exercise, break time, five o'clock, pay checks, insurance plans....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
thank You for my hands.

Father, thank You for knowledge.
Ears to hear, education, understanding seas and skies....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
thank You for my eyes.

Father, thank You for exploration.
Vacations, airline travel - so many things to find....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
thank You for my mind.

Father, thank You for entertainment.
Games, puzzles, hobbies, sports, carnivals, recreation, fun -
but thank You, Father, most of all -
thank You for Your Son.

Father, thank You for all beauty.
Mountain streams, meadows, fish in oceans, flying geese above...
but thank You, Father, most of all -
thank You for Your love.

Father, thank You for all creation.
Newborn babies, mothers, grandmothers, people of every race....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
thank You for Your grace.

Father, thank You for government.
Great people, great battles, great nations - many down You hurled....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
that You so loved Your world.

Father, thank You for tribulation.
Temptations, separation, disease, pain and even death....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
for choosing us by faith.

Father, thank You for Your awesome power.
Hurricanes, volcanoes, earthquakes, the forgiveness we receive....
but thank You, Father, most of all -
for helping me believe.

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The Solid Rock 4-20-08

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Because of God, there is creation.

Because of creation, there is truth.

Because of truth, there is love.

Because of love, there is grace.

Because of grace, there is Christ.

Because of Christ, there is virgin birth.
Because of virgin birth, there is perfection.
Because of perfection, there is sacrifice.

Because of sacrifice, there is crucifixion.

Because of crucifixion, there is blood.

Because of blood, there is forgiveness.

Because of forgiveness, there is death.

Because of death, there is resurrection.

Because of resurrection, there is life.

Because of life, there is joy.

Because of joy, there is peace.

Because of peace, there is hope.

Because of hope, there is belief.

Because of belief, there is faith.

Because of faith, there is study.

Because of study, there is knowledge.

Because of knowledge, there is understanding.

Because of understanding, there is duty.

Because of duty, I tell you.

On Christ the solid rock I stand, protected by His nail-scarred hand.

He leads me by the waters blue, He's everything I think and do.

My life complete - is full and free, for I rest in Him faithfully.

And certainly, some day I'll die - but in His arms I will not cry.

©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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