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To the Sabbath
by Donna Rene Falco
We will dance and sing, play the tambourine,
The flute will sound forth its voice, as the Lord
my God wins victories and I give to Him my choice.
As high as the sky, as far as the east
are His thoughts so much better than mine.
His Spirit groans what my soul cannot say,
"Your will be done, not mine."
Flesh die your last gasp and make rise no more,
In His rest your labors are done, take ease
to perfect what His Spirit adores--
"Your will be done. Not mine!"
As high as the sky, as far as the east
His love better than wine: "Your will be done,
Your will be done, Your will be done. Not mine."
--donna renee
Farmersville, TX, USA
donna.falco@sbcglobal.net
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Message In The Shroud
By Cecil A. Dorsett
The natural and the supernatural combined;
Leaving a true relic of Our Lord's promised sign:
Blood-stains and a "photo-negative" in three-D;
Imaged before modern photo-technology.
The evidence is there in the shroud of Turin:
A crucified Saviour bled and died for our sins;
The finest and most unique "photograph" ever__
Could human ability produce this? Never.
A thousand words is suggested by this picture:
A visual validation of the scriptures.
At Cana the finest wine was made from water;
Miracles with power is our Lord's "signature".
Awesome healing power surged at the woman's touch;
God's resurrection power is the same as such.
Unknown disciples deemed the linen shroud precious;
The sign of Jonah recorded--preserved--for us.
As God's omnipotent power caused the great fish,
To release from its belly the wayward prophet;
Who in Nineveh, moved a repentant people,
To history's greatest spiritual revival;
So His mighty power caused the sealed guarded tomb,
To release the One whose mission was seen as doomed.
In the tomb the shroud was found without the body;
The folded head cloth said that this was no rob'ry.
Ensuring Christ's death--the spear thrust was done in vain;
He laid down His life, and He took it up again;
He was raised because of our Justification;
Through faith in Him we are God's Sons by adoption.
God's sinless Son died--we have been redemed from sin;
Now all those who believe are dead to sin in Him;
Being baptised into the death of Jesus Christ;
We also rise up with Him to newness of life.
The prophesies found in the book of Isaiah,
Is duly fulfilled in the suffering Messiah.
Look, the Living God is the God of Israel;
And the virgin's son, Jesus, is Immanuel.
This same Jesus, within the truth He has spoken;
Testifies that the scriptures cannot be broken.
"Search the scriptures", says He, "because they tell of me";
"The world's only Saviour, Yes, I Am He".
Two thousand years passsed without bodily remains,
Being offered to refute the Apostles' claims;
So if any more doubters or scoffers there be;
Empty tomb, picture shroud, is there for all to see.
Some seek after signs, some after the world's wisdom;
God gave us a visual of the piercéd One.
The sheep--with child-like faith--will hear the Shepherd's voice;
The First-fruits of those who sleep lives! Mankind rejoice!
Cecil A. Dorsett
Nassau, Bahamas
steelpan@batelnet.bs
http://shroudpoem.freespaces.com
TO BE A MAN OF
GOD
by Graham M Barlin
To be a man of God,
No earthly joy compares,
There is no price that can be paid
No worldly gift so fair.
A tongue that can't be twisted,
Two eyes that can't be lured,
A heart that can't be bought with gold
A mind that can't be snared.
How precious in God's sight are these
And yet to find, so rare.
A godly man that walks the earth
A Glory beyond compare.
Back To Earth
by Graham M Barlin
When the cries of tumult echo
Down the halls of passing time,
And history's page is littered
With conflicts lost or won,
When the bones of men lie scattered
Beneath a blazing sun,
Return to earth my brother,
The battle has just begun.
Though the fallen lie forgotten
In the crust of dusty earth
And she rolls on retarded
By the weight of Adam's curse,
Though the sky be filled with darkness
And our filth infect the sea,
Return to earth my brother
'Tis how He said it would be.
Though memories fade like embers
as the sun begins to set,
He will return in Glory
Yes, He who does not forget.
Though glory to man is nothing
But the glow of passing fame,
Return to earth my brother
And you will be born again.
Graham M Barlin
Centurion,
Gauteng, South Africa
tamalekie@telkomsa.net
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