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

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

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

BUT CONTINUE…..

rioting

Evil men and seducers do wax worse and worse
Many with actions to say the least, terse
With rioting, looting, as they scream and curse
BUT CONTINUE

Through lies, propaganda, the simple ,deceiving
And through self deception their own myths believing
Diabolical iniquity their minds are conceiving
BUT CONTINUE

It’s a spiritual battle, be this understood
Of those calling good, evil and evil, good
Wanting to bring crime to your neighborhood.
BUT CONTINUE
Bible background
Continue in the Word of God you have learned.
Continue in righteousness. Let sin be spurned.

Continue in Scripture to sink your roots deep.
Continue in wakefulness. Don’t fall asleep.

Continue in doctrine and to it take heed.
Continue in witnessing, sowing good seed.

Continue when you feel at the end of your rope.
Continue, for you have a lively hope.

Continue though the course of this world takes its toll
till you reach the end of faith; the salvation of your soul.

7/18/2020

“But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived. But continue thou in the things which thou hast learned and hast been assured of, knowing of whom thou hast learned them; And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:” 2 Timothy 3:13-16

“Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!” Isaiah 5:20

“Take heed unto thyself, and unto the doctrine; continue in them: for in doing this thou shalt both save thyself, and them that hear thee.” 1 Timothy 4:16

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,” 1 Peter 1:3

“Receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.” 1 Peter 1:9

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