Sharing the Gospel


Talking with the Lord tonite He gave me something to ponder: “Every man is dry ground.  He is neither plowed, planted, nor rained upon”.   It took me quite a while to unravel that one.  

In sharing the Good News of Jesus with others we often make a classic blunder.  We assume they know what we’re talking about.  After all, Jesus is and has been the focus of so many debates and conversations over the centuries.  “How could they not know”?  But what the Lord has said is true.  If we believe they do know what we know about Jesus, and they still disobey Him we fall into judging one another.  It is important that a man or woman of God refrain from prejudging.  Especially when trying to share the Gospel. 

The Lord always gives something ponderous to ponder, doesn’t He.

By His Grace.

Holy Hands


You heard the news and thought with joy.
What wonders might this be?
I bekoned you to come and see.
“Come play with this new toy”.
The news you heard was not from there.
It comes from up above.
I bid you take from Holy hands,
This Great and Precious Love.

By His Grace.

Here. Have an ear.


I got ears.  So how come I don’t hear so well? 

I got eyes but all I see is mud. 

I thought I had learned that good things are within my reach.  

So how come my hands are empty with riches of this world? 

Here comes Jesus, the Glorious One who is called “The Ancient of Days”.

In His hand are two ears and two eyes.  How strange, I thought, that these should be in His hand.

He said when He returned His reward would be with Him.  But ears and eyes?

“Here, put these on and follow me”.  OH WOW!  What a difference!  Now I both hear and see!

By His Grace.

“Watch Over My Soul Lord. . . . . . please…..”


We wake and yawn from a nights helpless sleep.

We prayed the night before our souls that He should keep.

And now we see a future pressed out before our eyes.

Another day has dawned.  Yet much to our surprise.

It is no different than the one before; this day of possibilities.

For we have not changed.  We are the same; a mess of liabilities.

We trust You Lord, our lips were heard to say.

“Can I trust You” the answer comes, “With holiness this day?”

How shocked we’ll be when His Dawn fully comes.

That we wasted so much time.

We traded dirt for gold and dross for coins

Yet He remains sublime.

By His Grace.

Hear the Lord of Glory


Oh that the world around us
Those who will die the death
Might know the Lord of mercy
And recognize His voice.

Then they would not murmur
Against things they cannot see
And would joyfilled see His hand at work
And Glorify His name.

Why would you die? The Lord is asking
His hand stretched out in love
I set the world to spin for you
I call you from Above.

The work is Great to save their souls
It cannot be done with man
For though they die and fade away
It’s He alone who can.

I hear You Lord in a fallen leaf
I see your love in rain
I’m here to bid them turn from sin
And Glorify Your Name.

Who?


I raised the banner high.  It was cold and dark.  Who would see it? 

I spoke the words of life.  It was empty and hollow.  Who would hear it?

I set my self up high.  It was alone and fearsome.  Who would believe it?

And when I come again.  It will be triumphant.  Who would receive it?

By His Grace.