Category Archives: poetry

Silly Little Quibbling Lips

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There is a frantic quibbling among frantic men.  Busy little lips accuse God of murder. 

They cite the examples of Israel entering the promised land.  And oh how upset they are, that the peaceful little groups who lived there were viciously torn down.

And now they blame Israel.  “She has no right to exist, nor to defend herself!  She is a bloody blight to the human plight!”

And now they blame God.  “He’s the one that put two trees in the garden!  He is the one who was first to shed blood!  He is the one who did not protect Able!  How dare he blame us for murder!”

My silly friends of flesh. 

How is it that you never look up? 

You see the sky up there? 

Go ahead,
Tear down the air.

But you complain to one
another with a lofty stare.

When the body is rent,

Where goes the soul?

If you know these things,

Speckle the sky!

When you do these things,

I’ll grant you applause.

Then I’ll say there is
Wisdom in your eye.

By His Grace

From Pauper to Royalty

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I did not know how to serve a king,

Especially One with such Great Pedigree.

I did what I pleased, because I was free,

Regardless the cost to me.

I told the One so.
But He offered me Life,

Saying, “If only you listen to Me.

I’ll teach you the way
To become my dear wife.

Forever in peace you will be”.

And now I know how
To render Him King.

No mystery to me anymore.

No longer desiring
That I should be free,

But to serve Him
With knees on the floor.

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By His Grace

Promise

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Encased in forced waiting
The leaves crouch for spring.

Those curious buds from a stick.

What was rendered by autumn,
The end of the harvest,

Will blossom about, oh so thick!

Encased in forced waiting
Saved souls crouch for spring.

Those curious men like sticks.

What was rendered by autumn,
The end of the harvest,

Will blossom about, oh so thick!

By His Grace

Walk Away and Walk Away

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Walk away.

Walk Away!

Just get out of there,

Lest you get hurt.

That thing’s bound to fall.

It will render what’s tall,

To a red spot,

Right there in the dirt!

The man took the heed,

Put air ‘gainst his knees,

Obeying the need,

To “Walk Away”.
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Now another man heard

What seemed quite absurd;

“Walk away from that sin,

And you’ll live”.

“I can’t leave my mind!

The place where I find,

Temptation lays

Waiting in blind.”

Then the Lord, in his

Excellent wisdom

Spoke clear:

I’ll tell you straight to

What I mean.

Do not think your feet

Must straight pace away.

Do not give a place

For obscene.

But dwell hard

On the things

That are clean.
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One walked away.

Then twas two

Walked away.

Each of them finding

A bright and clear day.

A man and his God

Taking care what they say.

That life may come,

Raining down.
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One man may grab

The TV remote,

Changing channels,

He thinks he is fine.

Another man turns

The stupid thing off,

Letting  Holy

Fill his weak mind.

By His Grace

Meditation on What is Holy

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One by one the bricks are laid,

And truth begins to build.

The morning comes when sleep is past.

Forgiveness comes for truth’s deep fast.

Dreams retreat before the Fire of God.

The lips confess, both truth and fault.

And soon the Lord replies.

Piece by piece the scales are rent.

He opens up the eyes.

The ears once deaf,

Hear the Lord’s footstep.

Obedience takes its place.

The man becomes what he was not.

The Glory of God,

Takes His rightful throne!

The man will dance throughout the day,

No longer naked or alone.

By His Grace

Point the Tip Down!

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Inspect me in your presence.  Grill me with questions designed to test.  Make me speak of The Faith, and surely, in all my words, I will stumble.

I may not say anything false.  But one or two words are sure to come unexpectedly.  They will not be aligned as you have been told they should.  And you will surely label me a heretic.

Or love me as a brother in Christ.  Love me as God has commanded us both to love one another.  Show me the mercy that God has shown you. 

Let me speak of Our mutual Lord.  Let me confess that he is risen from the dead.  Let me confess that he is seated at the right hand of his Heavenly Father.  Accept my confession that my sins are forgiven.  Inspect my actions as well as my words.  And let that be enough between us.  Then we will be brothers in Christ.

Perhaps the Lord has revealed to you something “different”.  Perhaps you have revealed to your self.  Perhaps the only revelation you have is what you have been taught, or what you have read.  What is that to me?  And what does my understanding have to do with you?  Only let us display our faith in that we love one another in Christ.

There are differences that cannot be accepted.  But let those who know better, speak correction in love.   Call them in that they may divide between us.

There are wolves in sheep’s clothing.  But let them speak of the Holy Lord we serve.  In a very short time their error will be seen.  But a wolf will not receive correction.  And he will not strive to listen.  His words are bent toward devouring.  When you are sure of his pedigree, be diligent to see him go.  But by all means be sure.

Valiant warriors on a field of blood point down their swords for a moment.  “Let us not be so quick to shed blood, simply because a man has a foreign tongue.  But let wisdom and holy custom dictate our response.

Then we can be brothers in Christ.  Then we can stand with confidence.  Then we can praise our God together, while the smell of victory floats across the field.”

A warrior is not easily be perceived as a docile farmer.  A liar cannot tell the truth.  And it should be established that a Christian can not hate.

Tired arms raised by souls of steel. 

Hearts aflame with love. 

Praise to our God who set us free. 

Praise to our Lord above!

By His Grace