Coming to Jesus

Friend, if you go to God with arrogance,
He’s apt to keep you out of Heaven’s dance.
And if you come for honor for yourself,
He’ll put your proud position on the shelf.
But if you come to call Christ Jesus, “Lord,”
He’ll meet your pure request with faith’s reward.
For if you seek the good of one another,
You’ll find Christ’s not ashamed to call you, “brother.”
Come together to be fully healed,
And then Messiah’s church will be revealed.
Acknowledge Jesus as the great “I AM,”
And He will feed you as His little lambs.
If you would enter Father’s very home,
Your constant praise and pray’r must be His Throne!
Offer God your life, your love, your very best:
For He’s prepared for you His joy and rest.

Based on my reading of Matthew’s account of the Gospel
during a trip to Western Europe.

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Rain

The dew, a drizzle, drenching rain …
When water falls upon the ground
the barren earth is slowly changed
by echoes of the dripping sound.

A cloud far off collects, descends
and rinses air of dust and dry
as God directs the whirling winds
and hears the holy farmer’s cry:

to gather as a roaring flood,
the fuel for some fragrant thyme,
transformed as trees and creatures’ blood.
Its constant motion measures time

erodes hills, deepens valleys, fills
the rainbow, quiets games, then sparks
the lightning-thunder dance; distills
the oceans and leaves dried drops as marks.

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Seasonal Greetings from on High

A raindrop from the household eaves
now falls upon and glistens lips
and then the fallen raindrop leaves
as it goes on its way and drips.

Bright summer sun shines down: it sends
the morning shadows far away
yet draws out lonely, home-bound friends
and turns the dark of night to day.

The earth is filled with rainbow shards:
the autumn leaves have left the trees,
fell down to color children’s yards.
If set aflame at night, they’d see.

A snow flake comes into my hand;
It’s carried by the winter wind.
I do not fully understand
how snowflake met its brutal end.

Creator comes to earth;
as sinful nations eyed
the One with virgin birth,
fulfilled His pledge: He died,
yet rose, as preachers cried–
revealing God’s own worth.

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The Body

Rather unique, yet we’re related

distinct, but not too different

pride is humbly dulled

vital part of the whole

gifts shared

mutual care

unite

our

insight

friends pair

lives spared

the team is made full

fruit is lovingly culled

no longer are we indifferent

rather together, we’re elated.

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Faith, Hope, Love

Faith proves what is unseen like dust

makes evident the hidden wind.

With a simple promise heard, one trusts

for pardon for the times he’s sinned.

Hope presses on with certainty

because at hand is proof of more

to come. Sight sees what was unseen:

Our rising promised by the Lord’s.

And love perfects the rest by service

to the least, the gift secured

by joyful deeds that do not swerve

away from faith and hope assured.

When heaven fin’lly kisses earth,

we’ll know the fruit of our new birth.

 

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Confessions of a Selfish Person & Prayer of a Person Desiring to Love

I am a very selfish person.

I smirk, when I should serve.

I gather when I should scatter.

I hold on to things when I should let go.

I beg when I should offer.

I consume when I should produce.

I pollute when I should come clean.

I get the best of things when I should help things get better.

Let me not clatter meaning like a gong, but speak with simple courage.

Let me not be proud of my knowledge but use it conscientiously.

Let me not give merely of my time, nor my things, nor offer my body without offering my heart.

I long to be kind to both kin and kings and commoners and cursors of men.

Lord, let me love you and let me love my neighbor,

But do, Lord, simply let me love.

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Patience

Waiting to get there.
Waiting for a friend to come back.
Waiting for grandma to get in the car.
Waiting for eternity.
Waiting for now. …

Not everything happens at once.
Not everything is fast.
Not everyone has the courage.
Not everyone is in a hurry.
Not all dreams come true quickly.
Not all days pass in a flash.

… still waiting
will be waiting still when the end of all things come.
And so I won’t pass by the roses,
their thorns or fragrances,
eternity won’t pass me by
for it is in my life today,
for my heart has found the way.

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Non-Fiction

How in the world can I be sure?

How can I forever be secure?

I take refuge in the truth

that the Messiah came from Ruth

and David, Abraham, and Isaac and Jacob

Judah and yet his still had taken

a throne but still poured out His Life

for His own. He obtained a bride

by serving the least, preparing a feast,

called insane when fasting and choosing to eat

with sinners from the south and seekers from Greece

and making the poor rich and the weak

he made strong. He trough us to do right

and not to get worried or all uptight

but to rest in the hands of the King

His Joy descends on those who seek him and sing!

Hallelujah!!

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Sand or Rock

(I read this parable this week from Matthew, but the writing is from about 4-5 years ago)
House of brick & mortar built on sand:
requiring constant maintenance,
in the desert,
distant, deceptive father of lies.
The father of this house mocks and abuses his children.
Castle carved out of mountainous rock:
Receiving a constant flow of refugees,
amid gardens,
Father of Truth & Love is the Host.
The Father loves to see His name in His many children.
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Wacky Weed

From Rocky Mountain High,
to back alley lows
now in a pseudo-pharmacy
raised by pharmo-farmers,
sold by semi-pros,
smoked and swallowed by licensed sufferers,
deals with doctors:
gateway drug,
now welcomed in the gates,
sold civilly in cities.
Chemical inspiration: no more pain;
lack of motivation: no more gain.

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