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

Gone Home

At the death of a loved one,

my emotions run deep.

As I long for one more moment,

with the one that I weep.

Perhaps, I'm just selfish,

for I cry not just for my friend.

But I weep for the friendship,

that has come to an end.

I remember the good times,

and all the moments we had.

For few were the times,

we ever called bad.

As long as I live,

I'll miss my friends that are gone.

But I rejoice in my heart,

for they've gone home.

Now their days may be over,

for the end of this race.

But they've begun again,

in a far better place.

It may be years,

but I'll see them again.

Where The Son always shines,

and life never ends. 



One Stepped Out

After feeding the masses,

And praying all night.

Jesus set out,

Just before light.

Walking the sea,

Like no mortal could.

When the disciples first saw Him,

None understood.

They said, "it's a spirit,

Walking the sea".

Jesus, called back,

No, it's just Me.

Peter said Lord,

If it's really you.

Allow me to come,

And do as you do.

Jesus said come,

To this man of the sea.

Then with his eyes on Jesus,

his trust was in He.

Peter walked on the water,

Like no mortal before.

Then he felt the wind and the waves,

Pushing from shore.

The wind and the waves,

began coming so near.

Then Peter's faith began to falter,

As he did fear.

In the blink of an eye,

The water was cold.

Attempting to drown,

One fearless and bold.

Jesus saved Peter,

When he fell into doubt.

For though he fell...

Only Peter stepped out!

City of Gold

I've read of a city,

where the streets are pure gold.

With walls of jasper,

and emeralds so bold.

It's a city that bellows,

and rejoices in light.

For this city of gold,

knows no night!

It's the home all joy,

worship and praise.

Home to the saints,

and The Ancient of Days.

It's home to a Lion,

with the heart of a Lamb.

Home to The Son,

Who's Father's, I AM.

The faithful and true,

shall never grow old.

As they move to that city,

The City of Gold.

Judgement Day

At the edge of infinity,

Where time stands still.

Past the doors of the ages,

And the days of mans will.

A time of great judgement,

Has been set for the earth.

For this day of appointment,

Awaits all from birth.

The princes and paupers,

Will stand side by side.

Where wealth nor poverty,

offer nowhere to hide.

Billions of people,

From millions of places.

All will stand before GOD,

as eternity faces.

Many will weep,

With tears that rejoice.

While the rest are all reminded,

You were given a choice.

GOD's Spirit called all,

By His Presence and Word.

No excuses that day,

For all will have heard.