Without Jesus...

Without Jesus,

sin would be king.

To rage and too rule,

over all living things.

Without Jesus,

there would be no mercy to find.

For Christ brought God's mercy,

to all mankind.

Without Jesus,

no hope could appear.

Just man all alone,

ruled by his fear.

Without Jesus,

no prayer could be heard.

For in whose name,

would we pray any word.

Without Jesus journey to Earth,

Earth could be,

 no longer where we dwell.

 For this placed I've described 

is a place called, hell.

Something... In the Air!

Something is coming...

Can you fell it in the air?

Can you sense it in your spirit?

Does it seem... like its everywhere?

The days as we've known them,

Are winding down.

But though the heathen may rage,

Yet...they can't hear a sound.

Yes there is something,

Electric in the air.

 A sense of foreboding, 

Not far from despair!

Just like John the Baptist,

Prepared the way!

The Spirit Himself,

Is warning these days.

A coming moment,

A climatic event.

A world changing order.

For all...

 Who refused to repent!

No...we're not cracking up,

Nor are we emotionally falling apart!

We're just sensing our flight,

About to embark!

Who Prays for the Lost?

“For the eyes of the Lord, are on the righteous.

and His ears are open to their prayer’s.”

1st Peter 3:12

When we know this promise,

That’s been given to the saints.

Should our prayers be more than wants,

More than listing…our complaints?

There’s a world outside our walls,

One many choose not to see.

One dyeing in it’s sin,

The way we used too be!

Sometime somewhere, someone,

Prayed for me and you.

When we were still outside those walls,
Lost, without a clue!

Someone stood in the gap,

For the lost, they didn’t even know!

Not because we were something special,

But because…they love Him so!

Have we forgotten, it’s hell that awaits,

 For those who know Him not.

Lord forgive us, of our wasted prayer’s,

And those we have forgot.

“The prayers of the righteous,

Availith much.”

For with our prayer’s,

It’s heaven that we touch!

A dyeing world awaits,

For all who will stand in the breach.

One hand holding to the lost,

 the other,
 touching heaven in it’s reach!

The Watchman Trilogy

The Watchman

The Watchmen stand tirelessly,

On the walls.

Their eyes focused on what lay ahead,

They warn only with their calls.

Change is coming,

Calls the watchman from his perch.

The weather is changing,

Here in the earth.

The storms are building,

Just outside the walls.

The clouds are darkening,

Are the words of their calls.

Many still walk aimlessly,

Ignoring the watchmen as they go.

Thinking the storm will pass yet again,

As it has before, moving to and fro.

Certain that the storm,

Could not come this way.

Thinking, that storm,

Is reserved, for yet another day.

As a fine rain,

Begins to fall.

Now the Watchman grows louder,

 with his call.

Ezekiel 33:6 

But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman‘s hand


The Watchman - Part Two

Standing at his post,

As the rain gets, more steady.

Still warning all, who will hear?

Prepare, be ready!

The storm draws closer,

To all within the walls!

But no one seems to hear,

As the watchman calls!

We’ve seen storms before,

A voice calls from below.

This too shall pass,

Roars the crowd, as they go!

Drenched with rain,

They continue on their way.

Thinking this to be,

Like a storm of past days.

The winds are coming stronger,

Calls, the watchman from his post.

As he sees the forest start to bend,

His words, still ignored, by most.

The crowds continue on,

Thinking this is now the norm.

After all, they say,

A storm is just a storm...?



The Watchman - Part Three
 
 
As the tree's of the forest,

begin now to break.

The walls of the city,

start to tremble and shake!

The warnings of the Watchman,

were ignored in score's.

But now those within the wall's,

can't ignore anymore!

A few still stand and proclaim,

this is not the end!

It's only a shaking,

we'll repair...and begin again!

The Watchman now trembles,

as he holds to the pillared post.

And with one last great cry,

he calls out to the host.

Pray, pray,

pray all ye who will!

Call out to The God of Heaven,

on His Holy Hill!

Save us, Oh God,

from our arrogance and sin!

Save us, Oh God,

that we might, live again!

The defiant now curse him,

as they toil in dismay.

Defiant to the end,

unwilling... to pray!

Like a thief in night, 

the watchman is gone.

The crowd now stunned,

standing alone!

Amidst all the chaos,

and the confusion.

The crowd is now left,

to their own disillusion...

 

 

Time...Runs Out!

The sand's of the hour glass,
Continues to pour.
But when the bottom cylinder fills,
Time is no more.

No more time to measure,
From the glass above.
Not one moment,
 Hidden in the funnel,
For the time that was.

All moments are collected,
And all will be judged!
Every second, every minute,
From all that was.

Some never believed...
That this time could come!
But this time comes for all,
Not just some.

With every second,
 And every moment,
The glass is filling,
 With no time... to spare.
Be warned, Be ready,
Be aware!

What were the mountains of the sands of time,
Will now be the seas of eternity.
What was all the time in the world,
Is now a world without it.

Tribulation (Jacobs Troubles)

Far past man's greatest fears,

There lie's, a time that awaits him.

A time the world doesn't believe in,

Yet, it hearkens to greet them!

A time of chaos and death,

Beyond description.

A time of famine and plague,

Without restriction.

Man's rejection of God,

Will now come home.

But the wrath accompanying it,

Will not come alone!

Day in and day out,

A new plague or a war.

For the years of Jacobs Troubles,

This is in store...

Calamities, catastrophe's,

Massive earthquakes,

Even the heavens shake.

Star's falling, masses dying.

Nuclear war,
 carnage and gore!

Beast arriving

From the bottomless pit.

Destroying Angels,

Just to mention a bit.

Demon's and devils,

Will make man's rule's.

As man finally gets his desire,

A world full of ghouls!

But eventually even the demon's,

And ghouls must answer the bell.

For after those seven long years,

For many,

It's going to be Hell.

                       

Praise Him

Praise GOD,

in times of plenty.

Praise Him,

when there isn't any.

Praise Him,

when there's overfill.

Praise Him,

when your cup is nil.

Praise Him,

when you're caught by sorrow.

Praise Him,

that there'll be tomorrow.

Praise Him,

when the winds are cool.

Praise Him,

when the world says, you fool.

Praise Him,

even in times of loss.

Praise Him,

for the Gift He gave us, 
at the cross!

If the world knew Him,

Like we do.

Then they would,

Praise Him,

 Too!

Praise Him!

The Birth Pains Begin!



We in America always see

 God’s Blessings at hand!

For we are so blessed a nation

 Throughout the lands!

The world even envies our poor, 
We have so much!

But America's forgotten...
The One,

Who blessed us with such!

We’ve listened to fools,

Who cried, “worship whom you please!”

“And it’s not that important,

In whom you believe”!

Has America forgotten?

From whence she came!

Has she sold out her beliefs?

To cover her shame!

Must fire fall from heaven,

To get America’s attention?

What awaits a nation that takes pride,

 In new sins,
 As their own invention!

Must we see judgment?

Before we turn from our ways!

Or is political correctness our answer?

In the last days!

America, will we fall on our face?

 And repent of our sin!

Or have we reached that moment in Scripture

where the birth pains begin?

Mark 13:8

A Gathering of Ages

At a date known only to God.

In a place, He has chose.

The stage is already set.

The official time...only He knows.

A gathering of the ages,

Will take place.

And all are coming,

Of, the human race.

One gathering, will be,

For all who answered His call.

Then later another gathering,

For all...who embraced the fall.

For all who say, 

They've had no such invitation.

All this talk of a gathering,

Is nothing more,
 Than a wild imagination!

For all, our choice will decide!

Sooner...or later?

Answer His call?

Or answer, the fall?

But a gathering is coming my friends.

And the time is already set.

So believe it...or not?

This is a gathering...
 You will not forget!

The Watchman - Part Three

As the tree's of the forest,

begin now to break.

The walls of the city,

start to tremble and shake!

The warnings of the Watchman,

were ignored in score's.

But now those within the wall's,

can't ignore anymore!

A few still stand and proclaim,

this is not the end!

It's only a shaking,

we'll repair...and begin again!

The Watchman now trembles,

as he holds to the pillared post.

And with one last great cry,

he calls out to the host.

Pray, pray,

pray all ye who will!

Call out to The God of Heaven,

on His Holy Hill!

Save us, Oh God,

from our arrogance and sin!

Save us, Oh God,

that we might, live again!

The defiant now curse him,

as they toil in dismay.

Defiant to the end,

unwilling... to pray!

Like a thief in night, 

the watchman is gone.

The crowd now stunned,

standing alone!

Amidst all the chaos,

and the confusion.

The crowd is now left,

to their own disillusion...

The Watchman - Part Two

Standing at his post,

As the rain gets, more steady.

Still warning all, who will hear?

Prepare, be ready!

The storm draws closer,

To all within the walls!

But no one seems to hear,

As the watchman calls!

We’ve seen storms before,

A voice calls from below.

This too shall pass,

Roars the crowd, as they go!

Drenched with rain,

They continue on their way.

Thinking this to be,

Like a storm of past days.

The winds are coming stronger,

Calls, the watchman from his post.

As he sees the forest start to bend,

His words, still ignored, by most.

The crowds continue on,

Thinking this is now the norm.

After all, they say,

A storm is just a storm...?

A Prayer of Awakening

Great and Mighty God,
God of the Ages,
God of Eternity,
 Ancient of Days!

Come from the four winds,
And awaken me.
Open my eyes,
 Help me wipe the slumber from them.

Shake me!
That the dust of this world,
Will fall from me.
Revive me, Oh Lord.

Lord, I ask for revival,
In me.
If no one else wants revival,
I do!

I entreat You, Oh God,
Come from the four winds.
And breathe upon me,
With Your Mighty Holy Spirit.

Intrigue me,
In all the things of You.
Enlighten me,
In Your Word and Your Ways.

Wake me!
Shake me!
Remake me!
In You...

 I ask in Jesus Name.

A Bowl of Soup

A friend stopped me the other day, and asked, just what am I supposed to be in my Christian walk, how do I know what I am, and what I'm supposed to do?

Big question?

But one asked daily around the world, for believers.

Before I could even think, The Holy Spirit filled my mind with this, for an answer.

I said, you see this large building full of people, it's a bowl of soup, and you're part of it, you're the salt.
You season and preserve, there are many vegetables in this soup and they will all rot without salt, and even in there prime they need seasoning, and we as believers are that seasoning.

You don't have to be the next Apostle Paul, all you have to be is salt to the world.

How do I do that he asked?

By allowing the Jesus in you to come out, in all believers there is a supernatural deposit from God, be that coworker that is kind, caring, helpful...people notice. Be that Dad, brother, husband, friend that not just loves, but cares.

And sooner or later, that salt changes those around it, but it's not us changing them, it's the Jesus in us, salt is literally the Jesus in you.

Because we would've rotted also without Him, and someone was salt to us, now we've been preserved, your actions now have the ability to show the world a Jesus with some skin on him.

Because when we lean to our fleshly nature, we are nothing more than another vegetable in the soup, waiting for someone else to come along and salt us.
And we've all done it, when we had the salt already deposited in us, we just selfishly refused to let it out for whatever reason. 

We can't all be Billy Graham, but we can be salt!


Colossians 4:6
Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.