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Justice Removed

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What a tiny cup of bitter drink I drink.

How seemingly base and unfair.

For even while my tongue hands it down to my soul,

It is changed to sweetness beyond compare.

How large is the vat my God drank for me.

How bitter and unavoidable be?

For to death he did drink it;

My sins and all the sea’s.

That my cup, so tiny, should be;

So wonderfully palatable be!.

And what is less balanced

Than the “Justice removed”?

When torment should fill my soul.

Yet, in his great mercy,

I find my cup tiny;

Filled with sweetness

from God so behooved.

What troubles have we?

Can we hope to compare-

With the marvelous wisdom of God?

For he drank of “The Death”,

Yet returns to us joy!

While he is the One most offended.

Each day comes a cup,

Too tiny to hold.

Oh, yet how large it appears to me!

Yet the Lord in His love was immersed in a vat!

God’s promise to you and me.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Praise Him all creatures here below!

Praise him above Ye heavenly host!

Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost!

Amen!

Lesson Learned

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Do I know how?
Yes I do.
I’ve done it before.
But now I refuse.

For the praise of men is given to those who praise them in return.

And I would rather have their scorn, than hard holy lessons to learn.

Do I know how?
Yes I do.
I’ve done it before.
But now I refuse.

More or less

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The easy way out will always leave us “less”

When it comes to salvation there is nothing more true.

To only believe that Jesus was raised from the dead,

Misses companionship with the blessed.

There are those who go to scout the way.

There are those who stay at home.

There are those who profit from the way;

Leaving the fight to others alone.

What is basic is basic.

Yes it is enough.

But why would you keep your own blood,

When you could bathe yourself in his.?

The Math Man

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The child is taught,

“1 + 1 is 2;

2 Plus 2 is 4.”

And as “one” proceeds,

One multiplies the more.

And as he grows

The teaching throws

Confusion upon him.

The lie is born,

and he becomes:

A man.

“Many is greater than less.

Strength is found in mass.

‘United we stand!’

And thus we are blessed!”

Yet God will single him out.

The millions drop,

Along the “Way”.

And few are found,

In this very day,

To stand with strength;

The weak betrayed.

God’s wisdom:

Will single you out!

The Nearing Night

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Deep, dark shadows on the land,

Cut their swath cross the mass of men.

Those with blazing faces stand,

To worship Christ the Lord.

Night is nearing; shadows long.

Invisible to the wicked throng.

The righteous stand and sing their song:

“All glory to God and the lamb!”

Will be a dreadful day, I’m told,

When the world will loose its gripping hold.

Sending righteous souls to  their new home,

To reverence Christ the King.

Unchained Desire

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Today we will encounter

What is vastly marked with “Good”.

What we will do, accordingly,

Is rarely what we should.

To become the man intended,

Let desire rage and burn.

The good to be accomplished

Is given to those who yearn.

Is it wrong; is there a limit

To the promise of God for me?

“Good” demands a doing,

Its retreat will never be.

Aspiration closes in;

Refines my very name.

Let then rage within me:

Desire to Holy flame!