The Word of God

The Word of God,

is thousands of years old.

But the truth's of it pages,

are still being told.

Now time has a way,

to rot paper and print.

But not the truth that's in them,

or how it was meant.

From banning to burning,

this is the book...
 man can't destroy.

For it's still God's Word,

not mans toy!

From the corridors of Heaven,

God's voice has been heard.

If not through one single sound...

just by His Word!

The Big Picture

Are we so overcome,

by the trials we endure?

That our focus is blurred,

in the One we are sure.

We see our current problems,

as larger than life.

Then we question has God forgotten us,

in all this strife.

We wonder, doesn’t God see,

what I’m going through?

Will I have to go it alone,

in the things that I do?

Forgotten you are not,

but loved you are!

But no one escapes a world,

of sin...
 without a few scars.

Dark seasons still visit,

 the most pure at heart.

For even the heroes of the faith,

endured their part.

Paul was beheaded,

Peter was upside down crucified.

Let us never forget... Christ Himself,

suffered horribly and died.

We sometimes forget,

there is a big picture to be gained.

So be not deceived beloved,

you labor not in vain.

Fear not, for I am with you;
   be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you,
   I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

                         Isaiah 41:10

Word of Integrity

 In a time when rumors,

 are commonly heard!

Few are those,

 who keep their word.

For ones word or promise,

is integrity spoken.

And nothing speaks louder,

 than integrity broken.

     But still many seek to impress,

 with what they have heard.

When their promises were,

 you have my word.

We judge one another,

by the words that we say.

Just as much as,

the actions... of our day.

So when troubles come,

 and you need a friend.

Trust only the God,

who's Word... will not bend.



The Shepherd

At the head of every flock,

stands one, 
with a heart for all.

One who leads by example,

and obeys the call.

A shepherd’s job is simply,

 to care and to feed.

And occasionally kill a wolf

should there arise a need.

His work may take him,

from valleys to clefts!

For when the sheep are hurting,

it’s the shepherd,
 who binds up and lifts.

Now mountains produce,

shade...wind, and rocks.

But it’s also a place of growth,

for a shepherd and his flock.

A mountain may seem steep

when you’re heading up the flock.

So when you grow weary, 

 remember...
 rest upon The Rock.

But now it’s time to lead,

 and continue the climb.
As you rescue those lost,
While there is... still time!

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!

We Call It...The Bible



It is The Word of God

And like it there is no other.

It is the Oak of Eternity,

Planted in the forest of forever!

With its roots wrapping themselves

Around The Rock of Ages!

And all who fall upon it

 Find strength eternal.

For it is a light unto our path

And a lamp unto our feet!

It is milk unto babes,

And to the mature it is meat!

Nations have been born by

The WORD of this book!

And nations have fallen

For The WORD they forsook!

Yes the Bible is The Word of God

By...
The God Who kept His Word!

One day on Calvary’s Hill,

For all who have not heard!

Rebellion

 
In the home of perfection,

where there is no night.

Came the first rebellion,

from a creature of light.

Just one wrong choice,

and rebellion was born.

Then eternal destruction,

for the one who had scorned.

War in the heavens,

was what it had birthed.

The scorners fell like lighting,

banished to earth.

In the garden of perfection,

made by God's own hand.

Even there,

rebellion... came to the land.

Two of perfection,

and one wrong choice.

Both gave an ear,

when rebellion gave voice.

Fallen and banished,

like the scorners before.

First spirit then flesh,

perfect no more.

From a moment in eternity,

until the time of the end.

Rebellion remains pregnant,

birthing its sin.

A Moment With The Son

In this life we all strive,

For our moment, in the sun.

We take great joy

In momentarily, being number one!

I would gladly trade them all

For one moment with The Son.

I would gladly return all my days,

Of being number one!

I would return my rewards, my achievements

 My accolades, of this earth.

To stand one moment,

With The First of First.

In His presence

Where no evil can stand!

I would gladly bow my knees,

As He took my hand!

How could I stand knowing,

He paid for my sin,
 with His own Blood.

And endured my punishment,

Upon that cross of wood?

If I had but that one moment,

Would I ever be the same?

As I looked upon Him,

Who took my shame?

Him, Who endured suffering,

Beyond the measure of man.

That we should never suffer like that,

 If we took His hand.

When I returned,

Would I be as I was before?

Or would,
 just one moment with The Son,

Leave me longing for more?



The Wanderer

I am but a wanderer,

I call no place home.

The places I travel,

I journey alone.

I am a face in the crowd,

a dim reflection in the glass.

Just another long shadow,

as I walk past.

I have no roots, no ties,

nothing earthly to hold me down.

Nothing to cling to,

as I travel round and round.

Oh I've passed right bye you,

you see I look like all the rest.

Those with a home,

and those with a quest.

I still stop along the way,

and rest for a time.

But wherever I am,
 I know...

 this place isn't mine.

So now I just wander,

from place to place.

Content to walk alone,

as I finish my race.

He Was There

He was there,

before the galaxy was even young.

He was there,

when the sun was hung.

He was there,

when the ocean beds were dry.

He was there,

when the stars were hung in the sky.

He was there,

when day was assigned the light.

He was there,

when darkness was granted the night.

He was there,

 when mans eyes first opened wide.

He was there,

to stand by his side.

He was there,

when man fell from grace.

He was there,

to offer His Son in our place.

God is still God,

in every way.

And He's still there,

Even today…





Believe to Receive

To believe is to conceive,

like a husband and wife.

The two must be present,

in the forming of life.

Receiving comes from believing,

they're an inseparable pair.

But when belief isn't present,

receiving can't bear.

Just as a seed is planted,

and starts to ascend.

For full growth to come,

it must not bend.

So when we believe,

there can be no doubt.

For doubt is the worm,

that chews off the sprout.

So for our harvest to come,

 as we have planned.

Faith must the fertilizer,

upon our land.

In Pursuit



It has been said that,

“those who pursue God,

 are already in His hand!”

So why would one chase,

The One in whom they stand?

Can we find something,

that we have missed?

Or is this idea of chasing God,

something to be dismissed?

King David wrote,

 “As the deer pants for the water,

 so my heart longs for You!”

Could this chase of God,

not be something new?

Why would you chase,

Him, that you’ve found?

Less your pursuit,

was aimed,
 higher than ground!

Is pursuing God,
more...

Like that of the heart?

A finding of that relationship,

That fulfills, ones empty part!

Perhaps our chase,

 is not so much finding Him,

 As catching His eye!

Just letting Him know,
 He’s more,

 To the chasers,

 than the God of the bye and bye!

He is constantly,

 in our thoughts and our heart,

 and we wonder His thoughts,

 even in our walk?

 He dominates our words,

Even as we talk!

So chase on all of you,

 Who have broken roots!

As you chase The God,

Who longs for those...
 in pursuit!

Encounter Him!

In our Christian lives,
We seek glimpses of God.
We seek the tangible touch,
Like a lighting rod.

We seek a presence and power
 We cannot explain!
We seek the wonders of His hand,
Brought by His Name!

Can we become like Jacob?
 Camped at a well!
Not satisfied by who we are,
In this flesh that we dwell?
 

Could we meet God?
Upon His ground!
And be willing to be changed by Him,
 That our lives...
 are not what He found!

Would we hold on To Him?
 Not willing to let go!
Until what we were before,
Not longer showed!

Would we be willing,
To die to what we are?
To be reborn,
With a hip,
  disfigured and scared!

No longer could we be,
 or even walk the same!
For to encounter Him...
 Upon His ground,
 leaves the flesh as lame!

Miracles

Some say a miracle,

isn't for the wise.

For to believe in such,

shrinks ones intellectual size.

Some say a miracle,

is to hard to receive.

But God still works wonders,

for those who will believe.

Others say God's miracles,

only happened long, long ago.

God says, He changes not,

nor His ways even so!

Miracles in modern day,

many say we've lost our mind.

But Jesus said, Ask, Seek, & Knock,

that you might find.

Miracles through God's power,

await those, who will receive.

God only ask,

that we actually believe.



Mops

The difference between,

the bottom and the top.

Is the difference between,

the handle and the mop.

Its the difference between,

where you are and where you've been.

And where you're headed,

back again!

The handle works the mop,

but the mop doesn't work the handle.

The handle stands up.

The mop cleans up.

The handle,

or the mop.

The bottom,

or the top.

Where do you stand,

at this point in time?

Can a mop speak,

from the words of rhyme?

Do you stand with the handle,

at the very top?

Or are you rolling in the dirt,

with a grimy mop?