Snuggle up to the threshold of heaven.
There make your bed and wait.
Abandon the herd and wait by the East fence.
Lightning will splash on green grass and the lake.
But caring eternal fingers will pluck up those who wait.
Eat sparsely where the grass is dry.
The luscious fields that draw are a ruse.
The beckoning bellows of joy are a lie.
Listen for the voice of your herdsman’s truth.
To the East fence, and stay nearby.
By His Grace
Why do you want to move the Christ?
Tis better to push the earth!
Make it go faster.
Make it go slower.
Make it not move at all.
He was the same before his birth.
He is the same Righteous Life!
He’ll not go faster.
He’ll not go slower.
He will not move at all.
So why do you not want to change your life,
To sorrow from sinful mirth?
To not go faster.
To not go slower.
To learn to not move at all.
By His Grace
Oh how the list grows long, when people let the world get them down.
The remedies range from busy to murder, from sleep to whatever is found.
I have tried them all, short of blood on my hands.
From drugs, to the movies, and nothing commands
My joy.
Do you dare hear my words, will you let them be true?
Or must trial and error come visit you too?
To enjoin my heart to remember, His word, Holy firm as spoken.
To consider his promise established, and never, no never, be broken.
Then to speak with my mouth, a request to the Lord.
Revealing my heart as he sees:
“Come help me my God lest the darkness surround me.
Come grant me your promise of peace.
There is quite nothing here that can equally blessed me,
As when you’re sweet presence, kills fear .”
You don’t need the drugs, nor trifles, nor murder, when gloominess calls your name.
He responds to the earnest, the humble, contrite, who call for relief from the games.
His name is Christ Jesus, compassion his fame.
Those who call out in earnest, restrain.
By His Grace
How horrible to wake one day and see what I have done!
How beautiful to see new life, so firm in me begun!
How many souls had withered away while I was having “fun”.
How precious is the knowledge that again they won’t be done;
Those empty acts of selfish pride, shot out as if a gun.
Holstered now because of He who is the Holy One.
By His Grace
Ah, the drunken bravado;
Drunk, and pride darkened mind.
Filled with strength,
And overflowing!
Either bolstered by
Drink, or his pride.
He spits in the face of fear.
And all his friends greatly cheer.
“I am not afraid of death or hell.
For all my friends are there!”
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Will you come apart,
And reason with me?
Will you put down
Your weapons of pride?
What you have spoken
Need not be recalled.
But let us speak of
The nature of dying.
What is sin?
Have you thought of the din,
That reaches the ears of God?
You perceive yourself slighted,
Freedom taken away.
I propose that,
That’s really quite odd.
Were you there in the place,
Where his loving embrace
Was so full of Life,
Tender and sweet?
Do you know what it’s like
When your best of intent
Is so callously
Thrown at your feet?
Have you purposed great good,
Then perceived that what should
Be received with great joy,
Is rejected?
Your love sent them best,
With great hopes of sweet rest.
Still, they spit in your face,
Unmolested!
“Bravado, bravado,
Bravado!” They yell.
As if there is something to gain.
But dear friend, when you die,
When death closes your eyes,
In death you forever remain.
The one who is chiefly injured,
Is not the freedom of man.
My friend.
The one who is cut to the heart,
Is the glorious Son of Man.
By His Grace
Oh precious gems,
These doubts of men:
The gates twix
Death and healing.
How gladly we
Protect the locks.
His purpose
Deftly stealing.
Would you believe?
Then grab the keys.
Throwback the gates!
The Holy One waits!
Render him your life.
And don’t just say,
As everyday;
As if a dream you dreamt.
But do the deed;
Become the man!
Whose soul is:
Heaven bent
By His Grace
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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