That Night......

That night,

Seemed like any other night.

The moon was out,

The stars were bright.

But as the world lay sleeping,

With no expectations!

The Savior of man.

Was born to the nations.

From the throne of heaven,

To a stable on earth.

God's master plan,

Had just been birthed.

For man walked in darkness,

Until that night.

But at the birth of the Savior,

Man received light.

Though the words of the prophets,

Had been spoken and heard.

In the flesh of a child,

Lay God's Holy Word.

That night,

As the angels did sing.

To the earth was given,

It's Savior and King.

The Great White Throne

The angel of God,

Has already taken his stand.

One foot on the water,

One foot on the land.

Time is no more,

Is what he was saying.

Time has now ended,

For man...and all praying.

The clocks have now stopped,

From pole to pole.

For the day has arrived,

When you pay with your soul.

A line has formed,
From the beginning of time.
All will now answer for their deeds,
Of every kind.

For all who trusted,

 in a Godless quest. 

Who were their own gods,

And thought they knew best.

All who rejected,
Jesus as Lord.
Will be judged 
At the Great White Throne,
For their final reward.

All will identify,

Who was their King?

Jesus the Savior,

Or this world and it's things.

The wickedest of all,

Shall bow in accord.

And one by one acknowledge, 

Jesus, as Lord of all Lords.

All those who preferred 

Justice to Grace.

Will find,

The Justice of GOD, 

Is an expensive taste.

Every Knee Shall Bow

There is coming a day,

the likes the world hasn't seen.

When arrogance will die,

as all pride does wean.

For on that day,

the True Son will shine.

His Majesty in view,

as the world waits in line.

One by one,

 all will come to honor our King.

And the words from their mouths,

shall say the same thing.

Jesus is Lord,

are the words they will say.

And yes,

every knee shall bow,
 on that day!

Foolish Pride

Flattering words,

they sing to mans ear.

Building mans pride,

while calming his fear.

Now flattery it seduces,

those who pay heed.

For it speaks to mans wants,

but not to his needs.

Only the foolish believe,

all that they're told.

So the pride of the foolish,

is a pride that's bold.

So remember next time,

when words start to sing.

Humility is an old song,

it's the song of The King.



By His Own Blood!

The Messiah hung dying,

between heaven and hell.

While the crowds, 
mocked His name,

as His blood fell.

His blood shed on a tree,

of the roughest of wood.

Of the crowd down below Him,

none understood.

They said, “He’s a man,

just like all that are here”.

But you see,
 deception was in place,

so that redemption 
could draw near.

By His blood,

the law was now grace.

The scriptures fulfilled,

with mercy in place.

A life that was sinless,

for all sinful lives.

Blood that’s eternal,

for blood that dies.

The crowd never realized

what they had seen.

Only the death of one man,

not what it could mean.

For on that day,
 He was rejected as King.

But life by His own blood,

is what He did bring.



Romans 16:25-26