Saturday

A Moment With The Son



In this life we all strive,
For our moment, in the sun.
We take great joy
In momentarily, being number one!

I would gladly trade them all
For one moment with The Son.
I would gladly return all my days,
Of being number one!

I would return my rewards, my achievements
 My accolades, of this earth.
To stand one moment,
With The First of First.

In His presence
Where no evil can stand!
I would gladly bow my knees,
As He took my hand!

How could I stand knowing,
He paid for my sin,
 with His own Blood.
And endured my punishment,
Upon that cross of wood?

If I had but that one moment,
Would I ever be the same?
As I looked upon Him,
Who took my shame?

Him, Who endured suffering,
Beyond the measure of man.
That we should never suffer like that,
 If we took His hand.

When I returned,
Would I be as I was before?
Or would,
 just one moment with The Son,
Leave me longing for more?


Wednesday

The Saltiness of the Believer



Time has a way,
Of decomposing all things.
Be they mineral or organic,
Time is the culprit,
 For the rot that it brings.

Ship’s made to sustain,
An enemies torpedo shot!
Lay at the bottom of the ocean,
Engulfed in rot!

Planes that once flew,
Record heights.
Now sit rusting alone
Incapable of flight!

Much is lost,
To time and rot.
For when one is not preserved,
Time demands, that they be forgot!

The Bible tells Christians,
“You are the salt of the earth.”
But if we lose of our savor,
Then what are we worth?

Salt preserves,
Though the saltless rot!
Salt leaves a taste after it’s gone,
The saltless does not.

Will we be that taste
Not soon to be forgotten.
Or will we be earthly,
Just forgotten and rotten?



Sunday

The Wanderer


I am but a wanderer,
I call no place home.
The places I travel,
I journey alone.

I am a face in the crowd,
a dim reflection in the glass.
Just another long shadow,
as I walk past.

I have no roots, no ties,
nothing earthly to hold me down.
Nothing to cling to,
as I travel round and round.

Oh I've passed right bye you,
you see I look like all the rest.
Those with a home,
and those with a quest.

I still stop along the way,
and rest for a time.
But wherever I am,
 I know...
 this place isn't mine.

So now I just wander,
from place to place.
Content to walk alone,
as I finish my race.