Wash me with faith Lord Jesus,
Both for now and for that day.
Wash me with faith that all my sins
Should stay where my body lay.
Wash behind and in my ears,
For I’ve heard what people say.
And my tongue, my hands, my feet, and eyes,
Are not innocent in your “Way”.
By His Grace
I had heard it was true, but I had never seen it.
But what is that to me; what do I know?
Lightning in the snow.
I am in the winter of my life.
It came to me without asking.
I did not ask for this storm.
But it has proved to me what I did not know.
Lightning in the snow.
Men live out their days and die.
Mostly quietly fade away.
But some with godly knowing.
There is lightning while it’s snowing.
Such lives are driven by great, wonderous power.
Such lives become full of “Knowing”.
There is lightning while it’s snowing!
By His Grace
A man may hate another man, this I can understand. After all we are a wicked and hopeless breed. War and murder are not alien to the thoughts of man.
But I am taken back by the venomous hatred of those who have turned away from the gospel. They are not like those who have rejected the gospel without inspecting it closely. They looked close enough to gain understanding. But since they have rejected Christ, their hatred has become demonic.
Such people become obsessed with the demise of Christianity. They would be better able to destroy the earth with a shovel; heaving scoop by scoop into the oblivion of outer space. Such hatred makes no sense at all. In the language of men we would call this stupid. In the language of God we would call it demonic.
But I do not mention this that I might cast a shadow on the parade of backslidden, foolish men. Rather, I mention this as a warning to all Christians.
Do not be fooled by the siren call of the world. They will tell you, “You can still have your Christianity, only play in the sandbox with us”. If you do that, you are headed to unmovable rocks.
You will ship wreck your faith. You will become the haunt of every demon who desires you. In the end you will do the will of the enemy of God.
These men who despise God, to near insanity, were once like you. They looked into the things of Christ with desire. But when they found the world easier to pallet, they turned away.
You may think that can’t happen to you; you are such a civil minded heart. The civil mind you have now is given to you by God himself. Embrace the world and you may well lose it.
By His Grace
The appropriate stench of man,
The nose cannot detect.
But let a man smell the stench of another,
And his neck will go erect.
The stench he should be smelling,
Should be his very own.
But breezes blowing perfectly,
He leaps to his righteous throne:
“How dare you air your filthiness
To all the rest of us?
Go bathe yourself in righteousness,
Prevent your putrid gust!”
It’s coldness of the heart, you see,
That causes the nose to stuff up.
Ah, if man would only warm himself
With a serving from Christ’s own cup.
By His Grace
While we sleep in stupor,
The angels sing his name;
While man thinks to relegate,
His Glory among the shame.
Oh man you do not realize
You are left alone.
Rebellion are the words you sing;
“Reject His Mighty Throne”.
Countless many angels,
Creatures great and small,
All of Heaven spends its time,
Exalting the Lord of all.
You think it’s odd, a man should love
The God of heaven and earth.
And all your tiny siblings,
You teach from day of birth;
“Reject the Lord. Believe the lie.
Be counted with all of us.
United we stand
Rejected is He.
Stop making such a fuss.”
Reject me too. Oh please do;
This isolated me!
For I hear and see His glory
From sea to shining sea.
Allegiance you demand from me.
You will not own my own.
To death he has secured me,
To praise His Mighty Throne.
By His Grace
3 to 4, that precious time of day.
When all the hunters have gone to bed;
The place where but a few remain.
The dogs have spent their barking.
Machinery has fell silent.
The drunks are fast asleep.
Now it’s time for me to seek
The Lord.
By His Grace
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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