My Weakness, His Strength

It oft produces a feeling forlorn

can leave me feeling spent and worn

when in my own grit, its fury I’ve borne……

My weakness.

It should elicit bended knees

on which to offer humble pleas

to the One by whose help, those burdens ease……

My weakness.

It just might  be the vehicle,

troubles that come to weary the soul 

 to prompt relinquish of mine own control…..

My weakness.

That grievous weight I struggle to bear,

when at last it is given over in prayer,

that blessed assurance my God does share…..

His strength.

My liberated being truly sings,

renewed by the joy His presence brings.

I find myself lifted on eagle’s wings…..

His strength.

So when I’m trembling and brought down low,

my world is rocking to and fro,

how else, but through weakness could I know????

His strength!

9/1/21

“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 

2 Corinthians 12:9

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

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

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

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

 

Fifth Column

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I speak of a subject most solemn
The rise in our land of fifth column
a downhill tread
in which masses are lead
gaining momentum of slalom.

With sleight of hand, downright delusion
They’re stirring up hatred, confusion
to the gullible soul
taking fully, control
in critical thinking’s exclusion.

These swindling no good magicians
some disguised as our own politicians
sing a misleading medley
with lyrics so deadly
they may be our country’s morticians.

6/13/20

The term “fifth column” referred to ancient warfare, where two columns of soldiers were in the middle of the battlefield, with two flanks on either side. The fifth column was spies who had infiltrated the enemy camp to demoralize and confuse them. This practice was used by Philip II of Macedon, the father of Alexander the Great, who took gold from the mines near the Greek city of Amphipolis and used it to bribe citizens of Athens to betray their city. These paid betrayers and bribed politicians would organize around themselves what have been referred to as “useful fools” or “useful idiots,” naive people who actually believed their propaganda.

No, I Will Not Get Used To It

 

No, I will not get used to it, the wearing of a mask;

for accepting forced facial coverings is just too much to ask.

 

No, I will not get used to it, oppositions of falsely called science.

Although it is often promoted, I raise my voice in defiance.

 

No, I will not get used to it; mainstream media lies that I hear.

I reject the constant fear mongering. To their voice I turn a deaf  ear.

 

No, I will not get used to it. I don’t want to defund our police.

It’s indecent and lacking in common sense. The idea just plain needs to cease.

 

No, I will not get used to it; corruption hiding behind safe health guise;

for truth is never satisfied to take a backseat to lies.

7/14/2020

 

 

Pleasant Perk Of Aging

fruit in old age

Each day I’m engaging with this thing called aging,

and sometimes it doesn’t seem fair.

I let out a sigh as in mirror I spy

on my chin a new granny hair.

 

It seems my forgetter works better and better.

Now what was I going to do?

For those in your youth, let me tell you the truth.

This reality is heading toward you.

 

My get up and go never more says hello.

It left without saying adieu.

Rocking chair is my friend, right up till the end.

With marathons, I think I’m through.

 

Age spots dot me like sprinkles. There are plenty of wrinkles.

Most of physical beauty has waned.

Yet I do not despair. For with joy I declare

I can see one thing I have gained.

 

Through life’s school of hard knocks and its aftershocks

and Biblical application,

wrongs I have spurned and lessons I’ve learned

give me cause for celebration.

 

I’m now somewhat wiser, can be an adviser

to those traveling life’s shifting road.

By God’s grace be spurred to give encouraging word

and perhaps lighten somebody’s load.

 

Though steps are measured, still there’s one thing I’ve treasured

in spite of youth taking backstage.

Experiences of life have left me rife

with the gift to bear fruit in old age.

6/6/19

Psalm 92:12-15  The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 

Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God. 

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing; 

To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God Is Faithful!

As a new convert to Acts 2:38 salvation at the age of 16, I remember hearing various saints in the church testify about how they had been living for God for 20, 30 or even 40 years. This was amazing to me, because I really felt so weak and pitiful in my fledgling walk with God. “What a pillar of strength they are!” I thought to myself. In my heart, I hoped that one day I would be able to have a testimony like theirs.

On June 16, 2019,  I was blessed to be able to celebrate my 40 year anniversary of being baptized in Jesus’ name and filled with the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in other tongues. My perspective has certainly changed from the one I had as a teenager. I realize now that none of the people I heard testify about living for God many years were pillars of strength. God is the pillar of strength, and without His faithfulness and steadfastness, we would not be able to live for Him.

As I reflected on my relationship with God, I could see that there were many times when

my attitude was wrong

my thinking was messed up

I wasn’t focusing on the right things

I was half-hearted in serving God.

But God was faithful to

put preachers in my life to tell me what I needed to hear

let me hear preaching or teaching from the Word of God, so I could see myself

convict me when I was wrong

forgive me when I came to Him in true repentance.

As I thought about my 40 year journey with the Lord, the words of a chorus came to my mind.

He’s been faithful, faithful to me.

Looking back, His love and mercy I see.

Though at times I have questioned,

even failed to believe,

yet He’s been faithful, faithful to me! 

I am so thankful today for God’s great faithfulness, and I’m trusting that  His faithfulness coupled with my obedience to His Word will carry me to the day when I shall behold Him face to face.

Lamentations 3:22,23  “It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”

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