Cancelled Fear

I’m canceling the fear culture

in Jesus’ holy name.

No longer do I submit to its tyranny,

and I refuse the shame.

For fear is not the state of mind

in which God wants me to live.

It robs me of my needed faith

until I have none to give.

By the power of the Holy Ghost

I’ll walk in liberty.

God filled me with His Spirit

that I might be set free

from the terrors, doubts and what ifs,

contrary to His Word.

If I keep my eyes on Jesus,

I walk in vision not blurred.

So fear culture, get thee behind me

in Jesus’ mighty name.

I will not be a participant

in your selfish and deadly game.

2/17/21

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Sanctity of Human Life Day

Before leaving office President Trump designated this day, January 22, 2021 to be Sanctity of Human Life Day. This was written in defense of the unborn.

Tempted By Their Helplessness

Tempted by their helplessness,

you know they can’t speak out.

It’s such a convenient bargaining tool 

to help assuage the doubt

that what’s inside the mother

is more than a blob of clay.

You soundly silence your conscience 

as you take that life away.

Tempted by their helplessness,

but it’s legalized you say.

Wouldn’t you want this unplanned pregnancy taken out of the way?

You don’t have to let an unwanted fetus

hinder your plans and dreams.

The simple in their simplicity

then fall prey to your schemes.

Tempted by their helplessness, the unborn don’t yet have voice.

You rationalize their killing

with “it’s my body, my choice.”

The unborn, a fetus, dehumanized 

despised as a pile of mud.

Humanness denied, so you feel justified

in the shedding of innocent blood.

Tempted by your helplessness,

Lord Jesus will never be,

lest you turn and obey the gospel

‘fore you head to eternity.

1/22/21

Written in honor of Sanctity of Human Life Day

Rob not the poor [being tempted by their helplessness], neither oppress the afflicted at the gate [where the city court is held], [Exod. 23:6; Job 31:16, 21.]

 -Proverbs 22 : 22

“These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,” Pro. 6:16,17

Victory Is From The Lord

Fools will oppose with senseless prattle,

binding the truth with chains that rattle.

Though the horse is prepared for the day of battle,

Victory is from the Lord.

Liars, over simple, seek to hold sway;

cruelly intend to have their own way.

Tides can turn as we watch and pray

Victory is from the Lord.

Situation’s can often look rather bleak,

leave us feeling like we’re up a creek.

God’s face we must not fail to seek.

Victory is from the Lord.

We cannot succeed in our strength alone.

We need help to flow from heaven’s throne.

And in its arrival, this truth fully known

Victory is from the Lord!

11/21/2020

“A horse is prepared for the day of battle, but victory comes from the Lord.” Proverbs 21:31

You Are The Potter

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

As handcrafted creation

I’ve no right to say

“Why hast thou made me thus?”

It’s not open for us to discuss.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

On your spinning wheel

teach me to stay.

Let  your hands shape me in the right direction,

yielding to  pressure

that works out imperfection.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

Perhaps I’m not exquisite 

and put on display.

Let me be content

just by You to be used

in the exact manner 

that You wisely choose.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

If you see part of me

that’s in disarray

to you I make this earnest appeal

although it may hurt, put me back on the wheel.

You are the Potter.

I am the clay.

You know what’s best.

Dear Lord, have Your way.

In your mercy and patience

cease not to work on me

till I’m fit for a God filled eternity.

11/27/2020

“But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” Isaiah 64:8

“Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.” Jeremiah 18:3,4

“Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?” Romans 9:20,21

A Tale Of Two Tomes

The finest Moroccan leather tome
sat regally on display,
the Bible from her grandma,
a gift on their wedding day.

Scarcely touched pages still snowy white
graced by golden filigree,
sitting safely inside the curio
for all passersby to see.

To have such a lavish copy as this,
one might say they’re quite blessed
but God looking down from heaven
felt sad rather than impressed.

She told herself she should read it
but with busy cares of life,
work, family and pressing plans,
with excuses her mind was rife.

So sacred writ sat there year after year
just merely a decoration
not life giving words to be read and loved
to procure a soul’s salvation.

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But not very far away

on the other side of town

lay a Bible on an oaken coffee table

its cover, a faded brown.

Sticking out from the bottom of this tome

that looked to be bruised and battered,

blue ribbon that served as a bookmark

hung limply, its end frayed and tattered.

Upon opening the much used Book

the pages were yellowed and worn

many were scribbled with notes

and some damaged and slightly torn.

One look at this bestseller’s spine

revealed a binding quite loose.

There was even a page stained purple

from unexpected spilling of juice.

Tear stains were found throughout

that could not be denied

from the owner of this Blessed tome,

evidence she was moved and had cried.

Turning through the threadbare pages,

declared that its leaves were hue loaded,

with verses that with colored pencils

had been categorized and coded.

There were browns for repentance, blues for baptism,

reds for the Holy Ghost,

purples for holiness, greens for creation,

with the One God yellows, the most.

To the eye of the average beholder

this manuscript, not a pretty sight

but God looked down from Heaven

with wonder and delight.

For the Bible was never meant to be

just an ornamental frill,

but to be read and loved and believed

its wisdom, our lives to fill.

No treasures can be found

in pristine and unturned pages

only gold diggers of this Holy Book

can extract the Rock of Ages.

9/25/2020

Failing Marx

“Thus Heaven I’ve forfeited, I know it full well.

My soul, once true to God, is chosen for Hell.”

Karl Marx(author of the Communist Manifesto) – excerpt from a poem written in 1837

I reject the spirit of Karl Marx
and the rampant evil on which it embarks.
It confuses, disturbs, deceives and blinds,
preys on impressionable, youthful minds.

I refuse the spirit of Karl Marx.
To its call I’ll not be one who harks.
A deaf ear I turn to it’s every beckon.
Dead to such lies, myself I reckon.

I despise the spirit of Karl Marx
that’s brought looting and violence to cities and parks
aligning itself with satan’s ploy
to murder, steal, kill and destroy.

I rebuke the spirit of Karl Marx.
How it has ignited hatred’s sparks!
Tempers explode and patience grows thin
with perceived injustice over color of skin.

Yes, I rebuke that spirit in Jesus’ name.
Go back foul spirit, to your pit of shame.
Your gruesome and diabolical toil
isn’t welcome on American soil.

8/29/2020

A Better Country

I seek a better country
that is, an heavenly
where sweet peace and righteousness
shall reign eternally.

I seek a better country
a hallowed, celestial sod
where Jesus only does rule
revered by all as God.

I seek a better country
where never is shed one tear
pain and suffering unknown
for sin can’t enter there.

I seek a better country
of its splendors I have heard
prepared by the Savior returning
for those who obey His Word.

I seek a better country
where the forever fashion will be
putting off this veil of flesh
to dress in immortality.

I must enter into that country
whatever sacrifice I must make
for only then will my soul be satisfied
when in His likeness I awake.

9/4/2020

“But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.” Hebrews 11:16

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” Revelation 21:4

“In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.” I Corinthians 15:52,53

“As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.” Psalm 17:15

Is It Party Time?

Here is the church.

Here is the steeple.

Open the door,

but where are the people?

They should be inside.

There’s plenty of room.

 Due to pandemic lies

they’re meeting on Zoom.

They were told temporarily 

stay home for your health,

yet it was propaganda

sneaking in by stealth.

We need to recover

this freedom we lost.

Let us ask ourselves

“Will we pay the cost?”

It’s up to you.

It’s up to me.

Perhaps once again

we will dump Boston tea.

9/2/2020

When Queen Covid Quakes

wicked queen

 

Covid 19

she sits as a queen;

her rule, in very grave error.

Mainstream media seen

on many a screen

promoting her reign of terror.

 

 

She’s forcing compliance

based on false science;

making each subject wear mask.

Some will not make alliance,

rise up in defiance

Face coverings, they take to task.

 

 

She bids you bow knee

to her Marxist decree

close your business that’s deemed non-essential.

Many can’t see

that their destiny

brims with communistic potential.

 

 

At one word she does jeer

for it fills her with fear,

but I think it’s just divine.

Let’s rise up and cheer.

Shout that cure in her ear.

Hydroxychloroquine!

8/10/2020

 

The Writer Of My Story

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The perfect pace

of His comforting grace

has brought me thru many a trial.

Whate’er I face

as I run life’s race,

He aids me to go the next mile.

 

 

My God makes it known

that I’m never alone.

I’ve never by Him been forsaken.

My mind’s  often blown

with the wonders He’s shown.

By blessings I am overtaken.

 

 

He’s that constant friend

on whom I depend,

in sunshine and in rain.

He’s faithful to send

the ideal blend

to my life, both joy and pain.

 

 

I’m fully persuaded

each day I am aided

by the Writer of my life’s story.

I have anticipated

with breath that is bated

for that moment I’ll see Him in glory.

8/9/2020