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.

Down......But Not Out!

The strongest among us,

still fall down.

With the cares of this life,

and it’s problems...all around.

We fight day to day,

with this temple of skin.

Then add in the world,

and all of its sin.

We fight with the devil,

and with our pet peeves.

The cares of this world,

 challenge all that believe.

I know there are moments,

when it feels like... that’s it!

I can’t take anymore,

not one little bit.

Then the devil arrives,

 to tell you more junk.

He says, you’ve blown it this time,

your Christian ship...has sunk.

Dust yourself off,

there from where you lay.

For though the righteous may fall,

today...is a new day.

You are not forgotten,

nor have you been cast aside.

The Lord is your refuge,

and in Him...you abide.

You are still loved,

just remember, 
 fight the good fight.

For as surely as The Son shines,

there will be nights.

The storms of this life,

Will come to us all.
 With plans to blow us about!

Those gust...may bend us down,
But remember Child of God,

We’re still not out!

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 

Eye of the Storm

In the eye of a storm,

You find its greatest calm.

But to do so,
 You must first,

Face its strongest winds ,
And fiercest rains.

While you rest ,
In the eye of the storm,

Knowing that destruction,
 lay behind you.

And even awaits you, 
Take heart in the fact,

That no matter, 
How destructive the outside.

In the heart...
 There is always peace.

In life we have few options,
 In times of storms.

We can run from them, 
Hide from them.

Or hope they change their course.

But rarely do storms of life,
 Change course.

It is we who change our course.

With the hopes that the storms will not,

Come near or harm us.

So when our lives,
 are filled with storms.

And we must endure them.

Know that there is peace...
 In the heart.

It is we that must find it.

One Little Action



As we continue to walk,

this Christian trail.

Let our hearts be true,

lest we all fail.

For this walk is not about,

being number one.

But rather, being a disciple,

of God's Holy Son.

So is too much,

to do a kind deed.

 Be they physical, or spiritual,

 all have need's!

One little action,

speaks louder than words.

For kindness is an action,

not to be heard.

Yes it's important,

what we think and we say.

But the two with no action,

will just... fade away.

James 2:26

Lust

  When man was still young,

still fresh from the dust.

In an hour of weakness,

man gave into lust.

The serpent had promised,

God's wisdom you see.

But God had told man,

"don't eat of that tree".

For on that day,

when man disobeyed.

Perfection was then broken,

sin was then made.

In the history of man,

and the origin of sin.

Lust is the place,

it all did begin.

Lust of the eye,

 a wanting of things.

Wanting whatever,

whatever it brings.

Lust of the flesh,

one of the most dangerous of sins.

For this is the place,

fornication begins.

Since the first day,

that man welcomed lust.

He's sought new ways,

to revile and disgust.

In the thousands of years,

from the day it did start.
 Mans still seeks new ways,

to harden his heart.



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.