Birds


Robin nest

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Two birds soared past me in the sky.

I saw the first, but the last did cry:

“You pecked my egg.  Prepare to die!”

Now watch how well the first will fly.

The “HE”


Before darkness, He was.

Before the first star, He was.

Before the first grain of dust, He was.

Before the first hint of sin, He was.

Before Able died, He was.

Before you, He was.

He is, before darkness.

He is, and forever will be.

He is not to be your buddy.  He is!

Consider the Lordship of Christ Jesus.  Consider and be in awe.

 

By His Grace.

Hey! That’s Not Fair!


I hear complaints in the world that the wicked think it unfair that God’s people should suppose to enjoy peace while they are consigned to torment.  To this I find only one answer:

“Fair” stops with God!

By His Grace.

The Noise Not Heard.


Animated noise

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Only sounds close reach my flesh.

The older I get the closer they must be.

Yet there is noise upon noise.

The older I get the less I hear

Of the noise the world affords an ear.

It’s the voice of God I seek.

And no ear will serve me well.

Rattle and prattle your wicked noise of hatred.

The din will rouse no saint.

There is a noise of always which rings with joy.

And no clanging will drown it out.

Speak, my Lord, I listen with heart.

Your ways and Your words are so welcome.

Turn back the rustle and bustle.

Let the voice of God stir my soul.

 

By His Grace.