By His Own Blood!

The Messiah hung dying,

between heaven and hell.

While the crowds, 
mocked His name,

as His blood fell.

His blood shed on a tree,

of the roughest of wood.

Of the crowd down below Him,

none understood.

They said, “He’s a man,

just like all that are here”.

But you see,
 deception was in place,

so that redemption 
could draw near.

By His blood,

the law was now grace.

The scriptures fulfilled,

with mercy in place.

A life that was sinless,

for all sinful lives.

Blood that’s eternal,

for blood that dies.

The crowd never realized

what they had seen.

Only the death of one man,

not what it could mean.

For on that day,
 He was rejected as King.

But life by His own blood,

is what He did bring.



Romans 16:25-26

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 to the sea,

too man's very soul.

He is still GOD,

and yes, He is still there.

He's the God of Forever,

and He still cares!

Genesis 1:1

New Wine

 
There are many things that intoxicate,

the senses of the mind.

But to intoxicate mans spirit,

there's only one to find.

Now our flesh has the ability,

to drink of the fruit of the vine.

But our spirit calls higher,

for it seeks new wine.

Wine not of man,

nor the fruits of the field.

For this wine pours only,

for those who will yield.

New wine in old bottles,

would surely break the glass.

For this New Wine of the present,

was foretold in the past.

Joel wrote,
"upon your sons and daughters,

The Spirit shall pour out."

From Pentecost to present day,

that's what New Wine's about.



One Little Drop



Clouds drift in,

moisture begins to build.

Then the clouds break open,

as rain begins to spill.

 One drop in time,

just a one time drop.

Origin from above,

sent from the top.

Just one little drop,

headed for the ground.

Lost among the masses,

all headed down.

Just a vapor in time,

falling to earth.

Sent for a purpose,

to add to it's worth.

Unsure of who it may touch,

as it flows strait down.

Given just a moment,

then on to the ground.

Ecclesiastes
12:7 And the dust returns to the ground it came

from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

Forgiveness is...It

Don't just seek forgiveness,

speak forgiveness.

Don't just expect it,

direct it!

Don't just hide in it,

abide in it.

Don't just wish it,

fruition it!

Don't just listen,

as others sing it's song.

When it's time,

sing along!

Don't just think about it,

do something about it!

Don't just fish for it,

fish with it.

Don't capitalize,

on it!

Capitalize,

by it.

Don't just sense it,

dispence it.

Don't just get it,

give it!  

The Best Is Yet To Come!

As we look back,

and begin to reminisce.

We weigh our failures,

against our success.

We tend to weigh our losses,

against our gains.

And discover, our real losses,

were the ones with names.

We ponder our own history,

then wonder whats to come.

As life has written another chapter,

forgetting none!

We look to a future,

filled with uncertainty with man.

While realizing, certainty only comes,

with God's plan.

Certainty is not certainty,

less it's written in God's Word.

For the promises of man,

is just air that's heard!

Not with politicians,

nor corporate powers.

For all are subject to God,

in their finest hours.

All are guaranteed,

to see both, rain and sun.

But there will come a day,

when each life, is said and done.

At that very moment,

judgement will doom some.

But for those who knew Jesus,

The best is yet to come!

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!

I Was No One Special

As I passed through the valley of the shadow of death, I saw light growing stronger and brighter than words could describe, though the light was piercing, it was not painful.

My feet then touched down on what looked like streets of gold, shinning with great luster, to my right I heard my name, and as I turned, Jesus stood smiling, welcome; I’ve been waiting for you!

All my words were gone, I could only cry as a repetitive thank you, began to spout out over and over, thank you Lord, thank you Lord.

After a time of thanking and praising, I said, Lord you were waiting to greet me?

Yes, He replied I greet all who arrive; you were one of many today, come let Me show you around.

As I turned to go with Him, I was lost for words at my surroundings, I thought, Hollywood couldn’t have even dreamed this.

In what looked like mile after mile as far as I could see there were mansions, none small, none describable by earth terms, but mansions, oh were there mansions!

These homes were sectioned off like neighborhoods, just not like any neighborhood I had ever seen, all had yards and many had streams in the yard, some sat on hillsides, others on plains, none in valleys.

Vegetation seemed to be in full growth as I walked by, I recognized some, but most I did not.  I said, Lord is it harvest time?

 He smiled and said it’s always harvest time here, we don’t have off seasons.

Then I realized, they get plenty of Son-shine here everyday, except there was no sun in the sky, the Son was walking right beside me.

As we continued to walk the beauty of all I was seeing was indescribable, and as the Lord pointed out and explained what was what, I stopped in my tracks, I said Lord, pardon me for asking, but are You sure I was the one you were waiting on?

 Now I know You don’t make mistakes, but are You sure it was me. You know this I’m sure, but on the earth I was nobody special, as a matter of fact Lord, I wasn’t special at all, and I was more the nobody than the special.

 I had no great accomplishments; I’m sure all these homes we have walked by are for very important people.

Jesus turned to me and smiled, then said, they are,

 all these homes are for very important people.

 Come I’d like to introduce you to some of them, so we turned at the next yard, and walked right up to the front porch, where several people had gathered.

Everyone came toward us, I knew it wasn’t me they were coming to meet, Jesus told them He had stopped by to introduce them to their new neighbor. As He did they walked up one by one, the first one’s name was Jon-Ji, as I extended my hand I said it is an honor sir, what did you do on the earth?

Jon-Ji, smiled like he had been asked this before, and then began to tell me his story, I fished all my life on the river where my village sat, and I fished that my family and my village might eat. I only lived thirty five years, but not before I met an evangelist from your country, he introduced me to Jesus, until then I only knew of my little world, he explained how Jesus had came to our world and sacrificed Himself for all men, including me, and asked if I would accept Him as my savior, and so I did. With a great smile he said, I was no one special, until I met Jesus.

The second to come up and introduce themselves to me was a woman by the name of Elandria, as I extended my hand, I said it is an honor madam, and what did you do on the earth?

I was a mother of five, a wife, a daughter, and eventually a grandmother, our village was small, we all worked the fields, day in day out, that we might survive. The crops were all we had, they were our lives, until one day an evangelist from your country came to our village. She taught us that God, had sent His Son Jesus, to the very earth we lived on, on our behalf, to be a sacrifice for all on the earth. My life on the earth was sixty one years, with a smile she said, you see, I wasn’t anybody special on the earth, until I met Jesus.

These introductions and life stories continued for dozens of ordinary everyday people, from different ages, different walks of life, all ending with the sentence, I was nobody special till I met Jesus.

I stood silent as the last one finished their story; all had now walked off the porch except me and Jesus.
 And as I looked at the Lord, He spoke, you see, all are special people here.  You expected people of great merit, like those who died in preaching the gospel, or were killed for what they believed, and they are here, and you will meet them.  

But understand this, there are no ordinary people here, all are special. All lived lives that honored Me, all sought to bring friends and family along, some came, some chose not, but all were invited!

Now you said you were nobody what on the earth?

I was nobody special… till I met You Lord!

And with those words I awoke, in my bed with the most amazing sense of peace, then realizing this had been a dream…...or had it?

The Pendulum Winds Down

In God's perfect time,

There was no end.

For time never mattered,

When there was no sin.

But the day Adam fell,

Times clock began.

As the world started spinning,

From the sins of man.

Round and round,

Time and again.

As the earth grew drunker,

from spinning in sin.

Sinning and spinning,

Spinning in sin.

Time cries for more,

Now sensing the end...

For as true as beginning's,

Even time has an end.

As the pendulum winds down,

On the time of sin. 

The Letter

In days of weakness,

When you've felt lost.

I remembered the day,

You came to the cross.

Bowing so reverent,

Before God's throne.

From that day forth,

You were never alone.

Oh, there have been times,

That you have strayed.

But My Spirit inside you,

Always has stayed.

The days you felt,

Covered in sin.

The day's you thought,

I'll never win.

Even the days you tied,

 My Hands.

Those days when you chose,
your ways,

and not My plans. 

The days you saw,

Loved ones die.

The days you cried,

Why, God why?

Though you didn't recognize me,
I was always there.
I longed for the moment,
That you'd find me in prayer.

You see I never stopped caring,

For you my child.

I just thought you should know,

Since...
 we haven't talked in a while.

The Martyr

There are many great lands,

Where worshiping God,
 Is a mans choice.

Then there are lands,

Where God has no voice.

Through pagans and politics,

God's message has been stilled.

And all who teach of His Son,

Are tortured and killed.

From the time of Stephen,

To present day.

Many are still martyred,

For to whom, they pray.

Death by torture,

If you teach God's Word.

Many have died,

But more have heard!

When one martyr dies,

They become like a seed,
 To the earth.

Their fruit may be gone.

But they died to give birth.

http://justpastthebend.blogspot.com/

The Storm!

Clouds began to blow in,

then the rain began to fall.

Then the lightning followed,

as the thunder did call.

I looked for the sun,

but it was hiding it's face.

As the storm continued,

at a wicked pace.

The waters rose quickly,

as the sky wept.

And with the force of a hurricane,

my dreams seemed swept.

I looked to the skies,

with questions, to enlighten.

But no answers came,

as the winds did heighten.

To the east and the west,

I saw the skies clear.

But directly overhead,

the storm was here!

Is it fair to question?

When the storm will not cease.

Is it fair to wonder,

when will I have peace?

Many times I pondered,

did this storm just find me?

Or have I moved somewhere,

I shouldn't be?

Isaiah 25:4

http://justpastthebend.blogspot.com/



Pilgrims

In this land,

that's not our own.

We pilgrims... still journey,

and continue on.

Traveling life's road,

taking in the sights.

Experiencing this life,

with all it's joy and frights.

Weathering life's storms,

by enduring it's worst seasons.

Pilgrims, committed to a journey,

void of earthly reasons.

For some, today,

will be their very last mile.

While most continue this journey,

yet, for a little while.

Just pilgrims on journey,

to a place we've never been.

Inviting all we meet,

to join we journeymen.

Declaring great beauty,

about cities adorned by man.

While faithfully continuing,

toward the city, 
not of human hands.

Just pilgrims, just travelers,

just simply passing through.

We're headed to a land,

just beyond the blue.

Hebrews 11:13 

Time of Trials!

When it seems that life,

is going so well.

Somewhere in the shadows,

a trial is beginning to swell.

To walk in trial,

yes, we've all been there.

But to walk on through,

still takes... much prayer.

Oh yes, we've fallen,

when trials have come.

Some are still down,

while others have run.

Trials still love,

those who fall and just sit.

Just as much as they hate,

those who won't quit.

But should we fall,

we mustn't stay down.

For the race is not won,

face first... on the ground.

2 Timothy 4:7

My Name is...Change!

Time...knows my name,
just like his days of the year.
For when I arise,
Change does appear.

I come to those who travel,

and to all who remain still.

I come those who are willing,

and those of stubborn will.

I come when the time is right,

and when there is no right time.

I come when you're at your peaks,

or even the beginning of the climb.

I've come when I was called,

and I've gone when I was sent.

I was the future to the past,

for all who came and went.

My position is like the ocean,

as my waves continue rolling in.

And just like the sea's,

there is no stopping them.

Unlike the things I touch,

which change day by day.

Only the heart of man may chose,

whom he serves along the way.

Psalm 55:19