Get Aboard...(Last Call)

The sky's were clear,

As Noah stepped in the ark.

But...in just day's,

The sky's went dark!

The people saw them boarding,

And began to laugh them too scorn.

But...Noah knew,

There was coming a storm!

All those who mocked and laughed,

Had never seen it rain.

And for that reason,

Thought Noah...insane.

Could water really fall,

From the sky?

Enough...

That every person alive would die?

Noooooo....

He's just a silly old man!

He's been talking floods,

For generations in this land!

Not one drop of water,

Has ever fallen from the sky.

He's believed a hoax,

He's believed a lie!

Noah waited patiently, seven days,

With hopes for more.

But after seven day's,

GOD shut the door!

Water began pouring down,

But there was nowhere to go.

Then the springs of the earth bursted,

And began to flow!

What many had thought a fairytale,

Was now coming to pass!

The mocking and the laughing,

Had now...dried up fast!

It was to late,

To now get on board.

Judgement had came,

As promised by The Lord!

Will there be,

One more boarding call for you?

Or will many awaken one day,

To a fairytale too?

God...In A Box?

From the time of the Pharisee’s

Till present day.

Man has sought to define GOD,

By man’s own way!

But GOD has spoke for himself,

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

Neither are your ways My ways.”

Is this a verse we have forgot?

To quote the Apostle Paul,

“Surely not.”

Does man see himself,

More shrewd than a fox?

And in his shrewdness,

Does he dare…

Put GOD in a box?

Put GOD Almighty, in a box?

No, no, my friend I think not!

The one fault of every great revival,

Man seems to have forgot?

For in those times that He visited,

 Many believers… they just stopped!

Stopped right there,

And built GOD a box!

We now call them Movements,

By name!

But it was God, who visited all,

Just never the same!

     Are we any different? 

Even today!

As we try to box in GOD,

Who…in His own Words,

Is indefinable in all His ways!

Perhaps like those before us,

we too have forgot.

That God was moving in those moments.

But its always we...

who choose to stop!

 

 

Jesus... Where Are You?

                                           

So, where is Jesus

when the mountains are tall?

When bad turns to worse,

and we feel abandoned by all?

Has The Lord thrown up His hands,

 and just walked off?

Are we alone in our struggle?

As the onlookers scoff.

Look back with me,

if you will.

To the center cross,

on Golgotha's hill.

His friends now scattered,

His Father withdrawn.

His adversary rejoicing,

as the crowd jeered on.

Mine and your sins,

 laid at His feet.

With a chance to come down,

He chose no retreat.

Does this sound like someone,

 who would abandon His own?

Turn His back on family,

as they battle alone.

So where is The Lord,

when the mountains are tall?

He's standing right behind us,

so we won't..... fall.





Peace Be With You!

Do we face tribulation,

From time to time?

Test, troubles, and trials,
All do find!

But to the believer,
There's more to us,
 Than flesh and bone.
Inside of us,
We stand not alone.

“My peace I leave with you,

My peace I give unto you.”

Jesus very words,

“Peace Be With You!"

They who find Him,

Find also His peace.

In a world of turmoil,

He is their release.

As the fires of our life,

Rage, in its flame.

Peace is still found,

In just One Name!

As the waves of our oceans,

Cast us to and fro.

His peace is still upon us,

Regardless the throw!

Though the prisons of our life,

Sometimes find us locked in.

His peace is our pardon,

Given...from Him!

Peace not of this world,

Or of the things it can give.

Peace found only,

In He…that Lives!

They who find Him,

Find also His Peace.

But they who neglect Him,

Still await their release.

Shalom

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...