Just Past the Bend

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.

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. ...

On throne so pure, it appears like fire. At a place so high, none can go higher. Sits God, so holy, in His glory and power. As the scent of mercy and grace, fills His tower. At the sound of His voice, time stands still. As He stretches forth His hand, death is quelled. To stand in His presence, all evil must flee. To accept His Son, sets one free. Millennium's pass, yet He remains the same. As His Spirit and Word, still honor His name. Who is so mighty, That He never changes His ways? Only, The God of Forever, The Ancient of Days!

 Praised, be the God of Forever. For this earth is His place. The giver of all life, The God of all grace. For through His Spirit, and yes, by His Son. He is God, and He's the only One. But as time marches on, man has forgot. Who God is, and who He is not. When all was dark, before time began. He was God, before there was man. It was He who spoke, and all became whole. From the land to the sea, to mans very soul. He's still God, and yes He's still there! He's the God of Forever, and... He still cares.

 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.

Saved or deceived, which am I? Living for God, or living a lie. Do I embrace the sins, of my life before? Or am I sold out,  to God, down too the core? Do I really know, I am born again? Or is this just a mask, to cover my sin? Will God say welcome, when my life is done? Or depart from me, you evil one? These are the questions, all believers ask themselves, at one time or another. For to judge ones own heart, leaves no room, for the judgment of others!     

Where will we be, in a thousand years? Rejoicing with Jesus, or dwelling in a place, of regrets​ and fears? Will we have met, the apostles of old? Or have been in torment for what seems like...  time untold! By then...   time will have gone  and went! And opportunity's wasted, will now be, eternally spent! The just and the unjust, are each promised their day. Both promised eternity, both promised their pay. Eternity for all... will know no end! And for all mankind,    it's waiting for them...

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! 

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. 

I am told of the times, when the glory came down. God’s very presence, in view from the ground. Mans flesh became witness, to the power of God’s own hand.   As the glory came down, in the presence of man. The Red Sea held back, as God’s people walked through. Pharaoh’s army all drowned, as they tried to pursue. A cloud by day, a fire by night. The mountain trebling, Moses face lit bright. The sun moved not, as Aarons arms were lifted high. Jericho’s walls, fell as hard, as hail from the sky. Do we as God’s people, think the Glory’s all gone. Has the God who made us, left us all alone? Are we to be like those, sentenced to wander the wilderness till death. Because we refused, God’s very best! Oh GOD, send your glory, to visit our land. May the world again be witness, to Your Mighty Hand. Praise be The GOD of Glory!