The Story of Two Trees

Long ago, in a paradise,

Now lost!

Stood a tree of good and evil,

With but one rule,

 Do not eat of that tree, at any cost.

 

One man, one woman,

One garden to tend!

But not long thereafter,

Satan entered in.

 

Satan’s words,

Were cunning, deceiving and sly!

Convincing Eve,

To believe a lie!

 

Three in the garden,

 Two bad choices, one by one!

Paradise lost!

Now there were none.

 

Paradise lost,

Meant man was too.

Exiled from the garden,

With no way back, what was man to do?

 

Though man be lost,

GOD knew what He must do.

Plant another tree that would not fall.

 One that could cover,

All that will answer its call!

 

This tree would not be lavish,

 Or pleasing to the eye.

The purpose of this tree,

Was entirely to die!

 

Time went on,

Until one night in another garden.

GOD’s plan took root,

For man’s full pardon!

 

This second tree was now ready,

To be planted on a hill.

As Jesus himself prayed,

Not my, but Thy will!

 

They planted the tree on Golgotha’s hill,

For less than a day!

But it more than enough,

To open the way!

 

A door that Adam closed unknowingly,

Was opened once again!

As Jesus Himself,

Took on our sin!

 

Many will travel through it,

Passing today!

But just like Adam,

Others will prefer their own way.

But unlike Adam,

in paradise lost!

There'll be no third tree,

to cover the cost!  

^{John 3:16} For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

 

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 mad.

"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.

Jesus... Where Are You?

                                           

So, where is Jesus

when the mountains are tall?

When bad turns to worse,

and we feel abandoned by all?

Has The Lord thrown up His hands,

 and just walked off?

Are we alone in our struggle?

As the onlookers scoff.

Look back with me,

if you will.

To the center cross,

on Golgotha's hill.

His friends now scattered,

His Father withdrawn.

His adversary rejoicing,

as the crowd jeered on.

Mine and your sins,

 laid at His feet.

With a chance to come down,

He chose no retreat.

Does this sound like someone,

 who would abandon His own?

Turn His back on family,

as they battle alone.

So where is The Lord,

when the mountains are tall?

He's standing right behind us,

so we won't..... fall.





Peace Be With You!

Do we face tribulation,

From time to time?

Test, troubles, and trials,
All do find!

But to the believer,
There's more to us,
 Than flesh and bone.
Inside of us,
We stand not alone.

“My peace I leave with you,

My peace I give unto you.”

Jesus very words,

“Peace Be With You!"

They who find Him,

Find also His peace.

In a world of turmoil,

He is their release.

As the fires of our life,

Rage, in its flame.

Peace is still found,

In just One Name!

As the waves of our oceans,

Cast us to and fro.

His peace is still upon us,

Regardless the throw!

Though the prisons of our life,

Sometimes find us locked in.

His peace is our pardon,

Given...from Him!

Peace not of this world,

Or of the things it can give.

Peace found only,

In He…that Lives!

They who find Him,

Find also His Peace.

But they who neglect Him,

Still await their release.

Shalom

Without Jesus...

Without Jesus,

sin would be king.

To rage and too rule,

over all living things.

Without Jesus,

there would be no mercy to find.

For Christ brought God's mercy,

to all mankind.

Without Jesus,

no hope could appear.

Just man all alone,

ruled by his fear.

Without Jesus,

no prayer could be heard.

For in whose name,

would we pray any word.

Without Jesus journey to Earth,

Earth could be,

 no longer where we dwell.

 For this placed I've described 

is a place called, hell.

The Valley of the Shadow

  Is there a valley,

Where death still rules?

A great shadow over men,

That lurks and drools.

A place of darkness,

Where death is the force.

One so powerful,

To divert our course.

A valley of long shadows,

That darkens our way.

As we head toward the light,

Of Eternal day.

One who's power,

Has terrified men.

As they forgot the God of heaven,

And embraced their sin.

One who's voice terrifies,

Because of the unknown.

The fact that many never believed,

And chose to walk alone.

Is there a valley in eternity,

That requires Jesus staff and rod?

Or is it this valley,

  We currently trod?      

          

Just Past the Bend

In life we know,

that death must come.

And yes, it comes for all,

not just some.

Since I've gone first,

please don't cry.

For now my home,

is beyond the sky.

I no longer have worries,

or any pain.

There is no stress here,

or any strain.

Why the only thing missing here,

is you my friend.

But there's a mansion,
 reserved in your name,

Just Past the Bend.

You won't disappoint me,

if you're a little late.

Up here, it hardly seems,

like having to wait.

Tell all who'll listen,

that Jesus is the key.

For without Him,

they can't come,
 with you and me.

I won't say goodbye,

 because I'll see you again.

You see my mansion is next door,

Just Past the Bend.

Revival, at Hand

 Hungry hearts are calling out,

to Father God above.

Send us Your Fire,

send us Your Dove!

The Wind of The Spirit,

is starting to blow!

As the gust grow stronger,

in a radical flow.

The Fire of The Spirit,

 again is starting to be seen.

From Asia to The America’s,

and all in between.

The lost are being found,

as the hungry are fed.

 Living Christians are arising,

from amongst the dead.

Yes the Wind is blowing,

 and fanning the Flame.

As miracles are seen again,

In Jesus Name!

We’ve prayed for revival,

on every continent and land.

Now prepare yourself Church,

revival is at hand!

Death

Is there anything in life,

 More feared than death!

Even the forgotten and cast down,

Still draw breath!

 Do we fear death?

For the sake of the unknown!

Or is it simply the idea,

That all leave alone!

The Bible says, fear and punishment

Go hand and hand!

For all who reject, Christ,

 The Son of Man!

But for the Christian,

Deaths legs are now lame!

For as the Apostle Paul told Christians,

“To die is gain!”

Yes all our lives

 Will cease one day!

It seems so inconceivable to man,

By their earthly ways!

Many act as if,

Death will never come!

But let me assure you,
 death visits all,

Not just some!

Most fear death,

 Because they know not what awaits!

Will it be hell?

Or the pearly gates!

Christians know!

When their life ends!

The time they have longed for,

Finally begins!

So grieve not for Christians,

Who draw their last breath!

For though death may have come!
 With Jesus... they left!

The Holy Spirit

May The Spirit of The Lord,

be our guide this day.

May we hearken to His words,

in all our ways.

For He is the teacher,

God has sent to the church.

And the hearts of all men,

He also does search.

He is the Spirit of Evangelism,

calling all from their sin.

For only by The Spirit,

does conviction begin.

He never speaks of himself,

or what He can do.

Rather only of Jesus,

and His words are true.

Without Him a word,
 is just a word.
But with Him,
It becomes life that's heard.

Without Him,
We all walk alone.
But with Him,
He walks us home!

We call to you,
 this day Holy Spirit.

Speak to us with words of any size!

For even with foolishness,

You confound the wise.

The Rescuer of Our Souls



Lost on an island,

just waiting to die.

 My days ran together,

as time passed me by.

No ship on the horizon,

no planes overhead.

 If they do ever find me,
 by then... I'll be dead.

Hope began fleeting,

in all my days lost.

Will no one come,
am I not worth the cost?

When mans days were at it's darkest,

and it appeared like no one would come.

Jesus stepped out of heaven

His mission,
 rescue all...not some.

No matter your island,

no matter its place.

You maybe lost in this world,

but you need not remain lost to His grace.

One rescued all,

from our sin and our shame.

The rescuer of our souls,

Jesus by name!

Finder of the lost,

and the rescuer of all men.

For all have been marooned,

hopeless by sin.

No one need remain,
A castaway anymore.

Your rescue is at hand,

His ship is ashore.

The Best Is Yet To Come!

As we look back,

and begin to reminisce.

We weigh our failures,

against our success.

We tend to weigh our losses,

against our gains.

And discover, our real losses,

were the ones with names.

We ponder our own history,

then wonder whats to come.

As life has written another chapter,

forgetting none!

We look to a future,

filled with uncertainty with man.

While realizing, certainty only comes,

with God's plan.

Certainty is not certainty,

less it's written in God's Word.

For the promises of man,

is just air that's heard!

Not with politicians,

nor corporate powers.

For all are subject to God,

in their finest hours.

All are guaranteed,

to see both, rain and sun.

But there will come a day,

when each life, is said and done.

At that very moment,

judgement will doom some.

But for those who knew Jesus,

The best is yet to come!