Just Past the Bend

 Praise GOD, in times of plenty. Praise Him, when there isn't any. Praise Him, when there's overfill. Praise Him, when your cup is nil. Praise Him, when you're caught by sorrow. Praise Him, that there'll be tomorrow. Praise Him, when the winds are cool. Praise Him, when the world says, you fool. Praise Him, even in times of loss. Praise Him, for the Gift He gave us,  at the cross! If the world knew Him, Like we do. Then they would, Praise Him,  Too! Praise Him!

 We in America always see   God’s Blessings at hand! For we are so blessed a nation   Throughout the lands! The world even envies o ur poor,  We have so much! But America's forgotten... The One, Who blessed us with such! We’ve listened to fools, Who cried, “worship whom you please!” “And it’s not that important, In whom you believe”! Has America forgotten? From whence she came! Has she sold out her beliefs? To cover her shame! Must fire fall from heaven, To get America ’s attention? What awaits a nation that takes pride,   In new sins,  As their own invention! Must we see judgment? Before we turn from our ways! Or is political correctness our answer? In the last days! America , will we fall on our face?   And repent of our sin! Or have we reached that moment in Scripture where the birth pains begin? Mark 13:8

At a date known only to God. In a place, He has chose. The stage is already set. The official time...only He knows. A gathering of the ages, Will take place. And all are coming, Of, the human race. One gathering, will be, For all who answered His call. Then later another gathering, For all...who embraced the fall. For all who say,  They've had no such invitation. All this talk of a gathering, Is nothing more,  Than a wild imagination! For all, our choice will decide! Sooner...or later? Answer His call? Or answer, the fall? But a gathering is coming my friends. And the time is already set. So believe it...or not? This is a gathering...  You will not forget!

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...

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 ...?

Great and Mighty God, God of the Ages, God of Eternity,  Ancient of Days! Come from the four winds, And awaken me. Open my eyes,  Help me wipe the slumber from them. Shake me! That the dust of this world, Will fall from me. Revive me, Oh Lord. Lord, I ask for revival, In me. If no one else wants revival, I do! I entreat You, Oh God, Come from the four winds. And breathe upon me, With Your Mighty Holy Spirit. Intrigue me, In all the things of You. Enlighten me, In Your Word and Your Ways. Wake me! Shake me! Remake me! In You...  I ask in Jesus Name.

A friend stopped me the other day, and asked, just what am I supposed to be in my Christian walk, how do I know what I am, and what I'm supposed to do? Big question? But one asked daily around the world, for believers. Before I could even think, The Holy Spirit filled my mind with this, for an answer. I said, you see this large building full of people, it's a bowl of soup, and you're part of it, you're the salt. You season and preserve, there are many vegetables in this soup and they will all rot without salt, and even in there prime they need seasoning, and we as believers are that seasoning. You don't have to be the next Apostle Paul, all you have to be is salt to the world. How do I do that he asked? By allowing the Jesus in you to come out, in all believers there is a supernatural deposit from God, be that coworker that is kind, caring, helpful...people notice. Be that Dad, brother, husband, friend that not just loves, but cares. And sooner or