Friday

Something... In the Air!


Something is coming...
Can you fell it in the air?
Can you sense it in your spirit?
Does it seem... like its everywhere?

The days as we've known them,
Are winding down.
But though the heathen may rage,
Yet...they can't hear a sound.

Yes there is something,
Electric in the air.
 A sense of foreboding, 
Not far from despair!

Just like John the Baptist,
Prepared the way!
The Spirit Himself,
Is warning these days.

A coming moment,
A climatic event.
A world changing order.
For all...
 Who refused to repent!

 The world is too busy,
To worry about change.
And I'm afraid, much of the church,
Is guilty of the same!

No...we're not cracking up,
Nor are we emotionally falling apart!
We're just sensing our flight,
About to embark!

Who Prays for the Lost?


“For the eyes of the Lord, are on the righteous.
and His ears are open to their prayer’s.”
1st Peter 3:12

When we know this promise,
That’s been given to the saints.
Should our prayers be more than wants,
More than listing…our complaints?

There’s a world outside our walls,
One many choose not to see.
One dyeing in it’s sin,
The way we used too be!

Sometime somewhere, someone,
Prayed for me and you.
When we were still outside those walls,
Lost, without a clue!

Someone stood in the gap,
For the lost, they didn’t even know!
Not because we were something special,
But because…they love Him so!

Have we forgotten, it’s hell that awaits,
 For those who know Him not.
Lord forgive us, of our wasted prayer’s,
And those we have forgot.

“The prayers of the righteous,
Availith much.”
For with our prayer’s,
It’s heaven that we touch!

A dyeing world awaits,
For all who will stand in the breach.
One hand holding to the lost, the other,
 touching heaven in it’s reach!

Wednesday

The Watchman Trilogy



The Watchman

The Watchmen stand tirelessly,
On the walls.
Their eyes focused on what lay ahead,
They warn only, with their calls.

Change is coming,
Calls the watchman from his perch.
The weather is changing,
Here in the earth.

The storms are building,
Just outside the walls.
The clouds are darkening,
Are the words of their calls.

Many still walk aimlessly,
Ignoring the watchmen as they go.
Thinking the storm will pass yet again,
As it has before, moving to and fro.

Certain that the storm,
Could not come this way.
Thinking, that storm,
Is reserved, for yet another day.

As a fine rain,
Begins to fall.
Now the Watchman grows louder,
 with his call.


Ezekiel 33:6 
But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman‘s hand


The Watchman - Part Two


Standing at his post,
As the rain gets, more steady.
Still warning all, who will hear?
Prepare, be ready!

The storm draws closer,
To all within the walls!
But no one seems to hear,
As the watchman calls!

We’ve seen storms before,
A voice calls from below.
This too shall pass,
Roars the crowd, as they go!

Drenched with rain,
They continue on their way.
Thinking this to be,
Like a storm of past days.

The winds are coming stronger,
Calls, the watchman from his post.
As he sees the forest start to bend,
His words, still ignored, by most.

The crowds continue on,
Thinking this is now the norm.
After all, they say,
A storm is just a storm...?



The Watchman - Part Three
 
 
As the tree's of the forest,
begin now to break.
The walls of the city,
start to tremble and shake!

The warnings of the Watchman,
were ignored in score's.
But now those within the wall's,
can't ignore anymore!

A few still stand and proclaim,
this is not the end!
It's only a shaking,
we'll repair...and begin again!

The Watchman now trembles,
as he holds to the pillared post.
And with one last great cry,
he calls out to the host.

Pray, pray,
pray all ye who will!
Call out to The God of Heaven,
on His Holy Hill!

Save us, Oh God,
from our arrogance and sin!
Save us, Oh God,
that we might, live again!

The defiant now curse him,
as they toil in dismay.
Defiant to the end,
unwilling... to pray!

Like a thief in night, 
the watchman is gone.
The crowd now stunned,
standing alone!

Amidst all the chaos,
and the confusion.
The crowd is now left,
to their own disillusion...









 
 

Saturday

Treasure in the Field


Is there a treasure,
hidden in open sight?
One with the ability,
to change a life, overnight?

Is there something more precious,
than silver and gold?
More rare than diamonds and emeralds,
with value untold?

A man came upon this treasure,
in another mans field.
Longing to possess it,
he laid down his will.

Selling all that he had,
to own this treasure.
He sought it's possession,
beyond any measure.

As he found and acquired,
with all that he had!
Many around him,
declared him as madd.

"Have you lost your mind,
there is nothing there.
All that you own,
is just thin air!"

But the faith of the owner,
never embraced any doubt.
As a matter of fact,
he offered this treasure,
to those round about.

At the death of the owner,
his treasure was great.
His rewards were many, 
because of his faith.

The world will tell you,
there is no treasure here.
But the bodies of doubt,
can neither see nor hear.

So what is this treasure,
of eternal proportions ?
His Name is Jesus!
And to those who believe,
 He is all of our fortunes!!!