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

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 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

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

The Call

desperate prayer

 

Call in the lefties,

those rambunctious boys,

to hammer and clamor

and make lots of noise.

 

Fill folks with fear.

Tell them some lies.

Make them stay home

under health safety guise.

 

Bark out strict orders.

You have the potential

to keep open businesses

you deem essential.

 

Use some scare tactics

of falsely called science,

lest the masses get wise

and rise up in defiance.

 

Daily and nightly

spew out fake news.

Blind obedience of people

you don’t want to lose.

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Call the true Christians

to get on their knees

and cry out to God

in desperate pleas

 

for wisdom to know

how to fight the corruption

that oozes and flows

like volcanic eruption,

 

for restoration of freedom

that teeters and lurches

threatening long closure

of our much needed churches,

 

for courage to speak,

the gospel, still spread

and boldly declare

our God is not dead!

 

Our grit is not sufficient

God of battle, our Lord.

Give us the strength

to wield your sword.

 

Use common folks

like you and like me

to help us preserve

sweet liberty.

 

5/5/2020

 

Ephesians 6:12-18  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.
Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness,
and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace.
In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one;
and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God,
praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints, 

 

 

 

Stirring In The Stable Part 3

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After making this exclamation, Othniel took off again in a flurry of feathers, circling around the roof and landing again.

Chava in an agitated voice boomed , “Could you please stop with the aerial acrobatics and tell us about this baby?”

“Oh yes, of course, “ replied Othniel. “I am just beside myself in wonder and amazement. As soon as I looked upon the child, I knew, yet I don’t know how except that it must be by divine revelation. It sounds outlandish, but that baby that is lying there is the God that created me! Somehow, when I looked at his face I just knew it. God has come to earth in a human form, although I’m not sure why.”

As soon as Othniel made his startling proclamation, a bright star suddenly appeared that lit up the sky, and light began filtering into the barn. If that wasn’t strange enough the doors to every animal stall began to open as though guided by invisible hands.

“Chava,” exclaimed Adonijah excitedly, “You are not going to believe this but the door to my stall just opened of its own accord!

“Adonijah, I’m a believer!” bellowed Chava. “The same thing has happened here. What Othniel has said must be true. What are we waiting for? Let’s go see the God baby!”

Adonijah and Chava then rushed out of their stalls, followed by the rest of the barn animals who also had been liberated from their nooks.  They quickly rounded the corner and came to the place where Mary and Yosef dwelt and the young child, who had been placed in Tikvah’s feeding trough.  Mary and Yosef did not notice their presence at first, because they were lost in the glory of beholding this new little life with which they had been blessed.  Mary looked up toward the barn roof and spoke to her husband.

“Yosef,  does it seem to have become lighter in this barn?” Yosef was about to answer when Mary clutched her heart, pointed and said, “Yosef, look!”

There stood a group of animals about ten feet away from them. There were cows, donkeys, several sheep and baby lambs and even an owl, which was gracefully perched on a beam.

“Fear not, Mary,” replied Yosef tenderly, “Somehow these animals know that something special has happened here and that this is not an ordinary baby. I’ve always felt that animals can sometimes sense things that humans are slow to pick up. The animals will do us no harm.”

“But love,” answered Mary, “How did they all get out of their stalls? There is nobody else in this barn besides you and me.”

“The same One who has caused this heavenly light to shine into the barn, must have chosen to also loose these animals from their dwelling places,” answered Yosef.

While this discourse took place between husband and wife, there was also communication going on between the animals.

Chava, always the outspoken one, questioned Othniel. “Oh wise owl, I don’t understand why the God of the universe would choose to be born here, in our humble stable. Wouldn’t a palace be more fitting as a birthplace, and why aren’t there kings and queens and dignitaries to come and pay homage to their Maker?”

After a thoughtful pause, Othniel  replied, “These are deep and noble questions, dear Chava. I’m afraid I can only offer my limited opinion. God is sovereign and will do as He pleases and knows is best. Perhaps the mode of coming as a baby would not seem threatening to others. Everybody seems to love babies. You know how we animals dote over our young ones. It could be there are no dignitaries or important people here because they are too wrapped up in their own meager kingdoms  to notice God coming to earth in such an unpredictable way. But we are here, and we know the identity of this Babe lying in a manger.  For that reason, we should not hold our peace, but we should glorify this great God who has come to visit our lowly stable.”

Having spoken these words, Othniel lifted his wings in flight, and as he began to soar through the barn, the spirit of prophesy came upon him as he roared,

“Cry out and shout, thou  inhabitants of Zion, for great is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of thee!”

Upon hearing this proclamation, the animals began to worship in the only way that they knew how. The cows bellowed and mooed, donkeys brayed, sheep bleated and the wise old owl hooted until he was hoarse.

As Yosef, listened to the orchestra of animals, he broke out in a wide grin as he turned to Mary and said, “Beloved, these animals recognize who the Babe is, God manifested in the flesh. They cannot help but praise Him. Oh, this is a holy night, but it definitely will not be a silent one!”

The End

12/6/19

Just Five Letters

Just five letters don’t have power

to save me from my sin,

heal my broken body,

or a victory to win.

 

Just five letters would not be enough

to cleanse my wretched soul,

fix the broken pieces of my life

or make me perfectly whole.

 

But there is a name, five letters long,

whose power and authority,

can vanquish every demon.

Give each captive liberty.

 

When on my baptismal day

name of Jesus, o’er me was spoken,

by all power vested in that name,

my chains of sin were broken.

 

Does the efficacy of that name still live on

J   E   S   U   S  ?

With all heaven standing behind it,

the only answer is YES!

 

9/10/19

Act 2:38,39  Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. 

For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call. 

 

Act 4:10-12  Be it known unto you all, and to all the people of Israel, that by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom ye crucified, whom God raised from the dead, even by him doth this man stand here before you whole. 

This is the stone which was set at nought of you builders, which is become the head of the corner. 

Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. 

 

Matthew 28:18  And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. 

 

Colossians 3:17  And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.