The Fire

As Shadrach,
 Meshach, and Abednego,

awaited what would be, sure fire.

They held on to the hope,

of He that is Higher.

Facing a furnace,

of consuming flames.

Their faith wavered not,

in the enemy's games.

They would not bow,

nor worship the kings gold.

For they refused to sellout,

their heart and their soul.

Though cast alive,

 into the fire.

Let GOD be true,

and man be a liar.

Though the fire did burn,

out of control.

Loss came to the enemy,

not to the fold.

Awaiting all,

 who will not waver.

In the midst of any fire,

stands our Savior.

And though our flames,

still burn by the enemies hand.

Just remember,
 in the midst of the fire,

stands The Son of Man.

 Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king
 He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.

Daniel 3:24-25 

He Is...



He is… the cornerstone.
He is… the bread of life.
He is… the bright morning star.
He is… the good shepherd.

He is… the light of the world.
He is… the only begotten.
He is… The Word of GOD.
He is… the lifter of my head.

He is… the giver of my strength.
He is… the purchaser of my peace.
He is… the granter of my joy.
He is… the healer of my body.

He is… the rescuer of my soul.
He is… the lamb of GOD.
He is… the prince of peace.
 He is… Alpha and Omega.
(The Beginning and End)

       He is… The King of kings.
 He is... Lord of lords.
He is… The Savior of All Mankind.


He is… JESUS.

A Fisherman's Tale

I was just a fisherman,

by trade.

By the work of my hands,

my living was made.

Until the day,

I met a teacher of God's Word,

These truths that He spoke,

never had I heard.

I thought Him to be,

like a prophet of old.

Little did I know,

He was the Savior foretold.

When He spoke,

all gave an ear.

He taught love and forgiveness,

for all to hear.

He taught that it is better,

to give than receive.

And that God rewards,

those that believe.

His Words were like water,

that gave men life.

Never conceded,

never in strife.

But for those who feared Him,

with rage they did burn.

With hearts so hard,

refusing to turn.

Then one night...
 they came and they took Him,

on the charge of a lie.

Two days later,

He was sentenced to die.

Wrapped in grave clothes,

and buried in a cave.

We thought all was now lost,

for all, He had gave.

 All believed...

they'd seen the last of Him.

But on the third morning,

He arose... my friend!