Enjoy This Season
Withering grass of this season
with your abundance of green,
take advantage of Today -
Contribute to this Earthly scene.
Enjoy your present strength;
ignore worries of the past.
Let the distant failures fade
and let sweeter memories last.
Be true to yourself always,
standing tall and strong.
Focus on your own meadows and...
Learn to hum to Life's song.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Standing at the threshold
of Death's ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me...
As I've never experienced before.
Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.
Standing in God's throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.
Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.
Having been given my kingly reward,
in these times of everlasting days,
willfully I set my crown at His feet.
For upon my head, nothing gold can stay.
Spiritual Irony
Foolishness of Jehovah
exceeds the wisdom of Mankind;
torture by crucifixion
was to serve as a deterrent
to stop all forms of crime.
Inhumane treatment
demonstrates insatiable blood thirst
in a vain attempt to bring out
the best character of man
by placing World's justice system first.
However, death of the Innocent Lamb,
a perfect sacrifice God did decree
to bridge the gap of sin
using Man's worst punishment
in a twist of spiritual irony.
His Blessings
His blessings upon my life flow -
No matter where I am
or wherever I happen to go.
Overcoming the curse of Mankind,
is a consuming, infinite Love
from the One declared divine.
As I continue inside His Will,
sheltered by Sacrificial grace,
His many promises are fulfilled.
Truly blessed, to be a blessing
is simple for anyone to see -
As I'm fully submerged... in God's covering.
Forgiveness
We are wronged by people daily,
but to not forgive is unconscionable.
The Universal King had died for all;
for in eternity's view, we're pardonable.
He has given absolute amnesty
to everyone who has accepted Him.
Make no mistake about this unmerited immunity -
Grace's favor (over the course of Life) wears thin.
Death is inevitable, and our spirits
this mortal frame will leave;
so take advantage of God's condonation
to be granted a heavenly reprieve.
Human lives hang in limbo
under the penalty of death;
speak kindly of others and refrain...
From another wasted breath.
Author Notes:
Condonation is a real word: you can see more about it at:
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&va=condonation
Since I believe in the Christ's resurrection, His death is
in the past tense.
Moments of Clarity
Oh, how I desire more
of Your Light's essence,
to clearly penetrate
the core of my being.
How much can I endure
without Your Presence?
Though I may be frustrated,
it's You Lord, I'm believing.
It's been said before,
in Your Word's eloquence -
"nothing new" has been stated
and it agrees with what I'm seeing.
Moments of clarity, at the door
of Your Kingdom's brilliance,
are revelations of my faith's fate,
found under Your grace and loving... kindness.
Poem: Prism to our Past
A humbling profession is
Biblical archaeology,
where people are found prostrate -
Searching for glimpses of Man's history.
Forgotten souls and evidence have been
covered by layers of earthly dust,
as recent discoveries now include...
The decoding of Israel's "Exodus".
An eclectic collection of artifacts
of the "Hyksos Expulsion" have been laid bare
by Simcha, the "Naked Archaeologist",
on TV's "The History Channel" everywhere.
Proposed is a brilliant theory,
that spans a labyrinth of time,
while he employs computer graphics
to capture believers' hearts and minds.
An unending excavation
of God's Truth will forever last,
while we focus our attention
and gaze through... His prism to our past.
Author Notes:
Simcha J., the "Naked Archaeologist", recently released a
two-hour video called "Decoding the Exodus".
As a Joint Heir with Thee
What a blessing it would be
as a joint heir with thee,
sharing the Father's affection
for the numerous days of eternity!
What a honor you've bestowed upon me
as a joint heir with thee,
being adopted by the universal King
and connected to the divine, family tree.
What a grand responsibility
as a joint heir with thee,
proclaiming your name and love
to the World's expanse of humanity.
Avoiding Hell?
Have you sealed your fate
with the rejection of Him?
Accept Christ now
before your life wears thin.
For in permanent separation
there's no God or peace -
Only continual torment and anguish
without any comfort or release.
Alone in the dark
as fallen angels without light,
you too will become a demon creature
lacking hope of spiritual sight.
Forget about Purgatory,
but make a decision today -
avoiding Hell can be done,
for Christ is the Life, Truth and Way.
And Yet His Hand...
Despite the trials of this earthly world
and the continued foolishness of men,
God wants His Principles completely unfurled -
For He loves His Children, while hating sin.
His anger is not turned away
and yet His Hand is outstretched still.
Our Salvation awaits its appointed day
with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.
As long as we continue to breathe,
there's Hope for us to loving cleave;
He's promised that His Spirit will never leave -
So open your heart now... and simply believe.
Today's Great Undead Poets
Today's great undead poets,
awash in the internet sea,
seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness
of our cyberspace world.
Following the heroic tradition of Man,
these daring individuals look to gain acceptance
through the expression of concepts.
Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,
in defiance of critical naysayers,
the blankness of virtual paper
is scribbled upon with hurt, hope and ideals.
Writing styles and topics,
whether expressed in romanticized language
or the coarseness of profanity,
are brilliantly reflected in individualized glory
and authors bask in the personal satisfaction of
achievement. In the ever continuing flow of poetic thought,
today's great undead poets find treasures in the discovery of
self.
The Cross, Stark and Still
Into the depths of untold depravity,
a perfect creation had fallen away;
unimagined grace poured out from our God above -
As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.
The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
subtly calls for the World's attention.
Since the dawn of everlasting time,
our Savior awaited His appointed day;
despite humanity's race to certain doom -
His Hand of wrath was intentionally stayed.
The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
continues to demonstrate His gift of Salvation.
The twinkling stars danced across the midnight blue
as songs arose from the angelic array;
quietly the Messianic babe in a manger lay -
As His Hand of wrath was lovingly stayed.
The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
serves as a testament of Love's perfection.
A carpenter's son? He's just a man!
His godly claim on earth displayed
had believers searching for purest faith -
His Hand of wrath was securely stayed.
The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
reminds that our debt was paid for sin's violation.
In the face of false accusations,
Christ held His tongue to Pilate's dismay,
for God's plan played out for all to see -
As His Hand of wrath was purposely stayed.
The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
is a backdrop for a risen Lord calling us with adoration.
Author Notes:
This is a collaboration piece with Mr. Jeffrey Jordan of
Wichita Falls, Texas.
