Change the Weather

Don’t wait for the weather,

To change.

Change the weather,

Around you.

When the heat gets to great,

You bring the breeze.

If where you’re standing is dry,

You bring down the rain.

If it's cold

You bring the heat.

         If the storm is raging,         

You calm the storm.

When the winds are to strong,

You shelter those around you.

If it’s raining everywhere you go,

You show off The Son.

Don’t let,

 the world change you.

You change,

The world around you!

For Greater is He,

that is in me.

Than he

that is in the world.

The Power Of Forgiveness

The most powerful thing,

one can receive.

Is also the most powerful thing,

one can give.

It's not some secret,

meaning of life.

But rather, a choice,

in how we live.

It's not some riddle for the wise,

nor a puzzle for the keen.

It's simply Forgiveness,

and I forgive you,
 is all that it means.

It runs the gambit of emotions,

for it brings joy, 
as well as tears.

It brings freedom to the bound,

destroying bondage, and fears.

To receive it is more precious,

than gold's purest ore.

For its power restores relationships,

once embattled and tore.   

To give it echoes the words,

that Jesus taught us to believe.

For it is more blessed,

to give... than receive.

What is Value?

Value is a word,

we hear bandied about.

For the greater ones value,

the greater their clout.

Though value is not,

  just one size. 

It's that element of worth,

regardless the prize.

 All have value,

all have worth.

While much is apparent, 

some is hidden,

 upon this earth.

Value to one,

may be loss another. 

While loss to one

may be value to others.

Where your heart is,

your treasure is too. 

And where you place value,

are the things that you do.

Do you value your flesh,

more than your soul?

Are the things of this world,

 your highest of goals?

There's nothing wrong, 

With goals and success. 

But if that's all that moves you,

You're settling for less.

This Lane Ends

Every highway has a sign,

directing to and fro.

Warning us of the hazards,

in all the places we must go.

Merge right, one sign says,

while another, warns of weather ahead.

All signs are for the living,

it's now too late for the dead.

No more passing, along the way,

to go as fast as you choose!

Yield, is now the sign,

and Yield is your clue.

Dead End, coming up!

A warning this lane will end.

Last warning on a highway,

filled with accidents and sin.

There is still time to change lanes,

and still, begin again.

But know this my friends,

this lane will surely end!

 

Reflections

Past, present, future!

Past, present, future!

Where I am, where I’ve been.

Where I’m headed, where I’ll end!

My reflection in the mirror

Shows what others see.

But the direction of my path,

Is the true reflection of me!

To reminisce in a looking glass

Only pays tribute to where I’ve been.

As times return of days forgotten,

I judge my losses, by my wins.

To look behind me

With my eyes fixed straight ahead.

Makes it hard to see the living,

As I resurrect the dead.

Time to put away a past,

That robs my here and now.

If I am ever to enjoy the present,

Today, I must learn how.

No more hurts or unforgiveness,

To look upon with remorse!

For GOD has given me the present,

To change my former course!

The shadows of my past,

I choose to bury with the dead.

With any choice other than,

Only blurs the light that is ahead. 

Forgiven and forgotten,

Are the pains of my past!

The present is my home,

With the future closing fast!

Times Of Travail

We have all walked,

through the valley of the shadow.

Some times we won,

and sometimes we lost.

But Jesus was always with us,

even if we didn't recognize Him.

He was there,

to console our loss.

We saw only the pain,

through our times of travail.

It's so hard to see anything,

when it's your time to wail.

But without the pain,

it's hard to appreciate the blessings and praise.

From those moments of loss,

to the hurts of our days. 

Do we overcome our pain,

through our emotions and flesh?

Or is it the hand of the Master,

that reaches down,
 and renews us afresh.

The place we're headed,

pain cannot follow.

Nor sorrow, nor despair,

nor tears that wallow.

 Lord, 

let our pains, of the past.

 Fuel our praise's today!

For only in You Lord,

do they pass away!

The Wounded

In the field of battle,

that is the Christian life.

Many lie wounded,

 just clinging to life.

As the smoke rises,

from the field of war.

Some lie dead,

while many lie tore.

Some wounds were inflicted,

by evil ambushes from behind.

While others fought carelessly,

trusting only their mind.

Warriors lie wounded to the point,

that their mission is now incomplete.

Reduced to a causality,

though their hearts still beat.

Their faith wounded,

Now they lie as lifeless as death.

Willing to lie on the field,

until final rest.

Wound's of ones spirit,

heals not, like the skin.

For these wounded warriors,

are wounded from within.

Every story is different, 

But the end is the same.

Only they can choose to arise,

And cast away the blame and shame.

Encourage the wounded,

As you cross their lane.

It may be your words that restores them,

From walking as the lame.

The Prayer of Zeal

If I am to live Oh LORD,

Let it be with great zeal.

Not with pompous words,

Or even in how I feel!

Oh LORD, may just a part of Your passion,

 Live in one as simple as me.

And may my steps honor You,

For all to see!

For to live without Your passion,

Is to die slowly each day.

Like a ship with no compass,

Sailing away!

No port ahead,

No mission to complete.

Just another day on board,

Lost to the fleet!

Sailing the globe,

But never seeing the sites.

Passing great cities,

Only at distance, 
seeing their lights.

May The LORD call me home,

Should I grow this cold.

For should my passion die,

May I never grow old!

Eternity Calls

Where will you be,

in a thousand years?

Rejoicing with JESUS,

or trembling in fear?

Will you have met,

the apostles of old?

Or have been in torment

for what seems, like time untold.

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...

Ancient of Days

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.

Millenniums 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.

GOD Most High

                                   

  Oh GOD, Most High,

maker of everything.

You are awesome in power,

and in the love that You bring.

When the words are sung,

their is none other like You.

Few realize...

these words are true.

With the most colorful imagination,

that man can explore.

It falls short of the majesty,

of The GOD I adore.

Most High, Your ways are holy,

Your heart so pure.

With all that life offers,

only in You am I sure.

Your ways never change,

Oh Holy One.

For, You are the same this day,

as when time begun.

Psalm 7:10

GOD of Forever

Praised,

be the GOD of Forever.

For He is always welcome,

 in this place.

For through His Spirit,

and by His Son.

He is GOD,

and He's the only One.

But as time marches on,

man seems to have 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 GOD who spoke,

and all became whole.

From the land too the sea,

too mans very soul.

He hasn't aged,

Or lost control. 

He's The Mighty One,

From the times of old.

Oh, He's still GOD,

and He is still there.

He's the GOD of Forever,

and for you, He still cares!

Genesis 1:1

Lead On Lord Jesus...

When I couldn't walk,

You held me.

When I could only crawl,

You carried me.

When I tried to walk,

I fell and stumbled.

Then You picked me up,

and let me lean on You.

Though it took me longer,

than most to learn to walk.

You never complained,

You were never upset.

I still fall from time to time,

but it's never far.

Thanks to Your hand,

holding mine.

Though I don't run as wildly,

as many do.

It's because I know how it hurts,

to fall away from You.

I just wanted to say,

Thank You, Lord.

For everything You've done,

and too tell You, I love You.

May I never forget,

how far You've brought me.

Lead on Lord Jesus,

Lead on...



Season's

Just as the earths seasons,

rotate round and round.

The lives of we Christians,
follows suit,

right here on the ground.


Winter
In this time warmth seems,
nowhere to be found.

But in days of winter,
GOD Himself,
 is working on the ground.


Spring

Spring sprouts life,

as seeds are planted in the clay.

 Deep beneath the soil,

 now lies potential,

 for a harvest one day.

Summer

Summer brings the heat,

as growth begins to shape.

The pruning now begins,

lest the harvest,

 He forsake.

Fall

Fruit now hangs heavy,

where simple earth once stood.

The fall has brought a harvest,

through the bad,

 and the good.

Soon it will be time
to work,
 the field again.

For as long as The Son shines,

there is seasons my friend.

Ecclesiastes 3:1