Waiting with patience for the Kingdom of Heaven,
Is to be content with what is given.
Do we believe or don’t we,
That God will provide our every need.
Anxiety lurks like a thief in the night;
Looking for doors left wide open.
Waiting to pounce by delivering lust;
When greed says, “His promise is broken”.
By His Grace
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
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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