Zombies 8-19-12

Banana pudding, apple pie,

who wants to leave this place -

with all their friends and family

and each familiar face?

Who wants to leave these comforts now

and change their status quo?

If comforts want no changes, there's

no other place to go...

unless through faith we so believe

in Someone who is more,

in Someone who has paid the price

in Someone to live for.

But woe is he, though wealthy be

if faith is naught, when dies -

for faith is the prerequisite

for life beyond the skies.

And God speaks not through megaphone

nor through a king or queen,

but rather through our faithfulness

from Heavens yet unseen.

A still, small voice will call our names.

Be ready to go home -

for faith knows our direction but

those zombies always roam.

If claim, you are, a zombie not,
 who wanders aimlessly,
 then follow quick that still, small voice
and Heaven you will see.

And if you're not a zombie
but follow God's own Son,
 then love your neighbor as yourself,
attest to everyone.

And if you're not a zombie,
just following the crowd,
then clap your hands and stomp your feet
and praise your Lord out loud!!

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Exodus 14:3

For Pharaoh will say of the sons of Israel, ‘They are wandering aimlessly in the land; the wilderness has shut them in.’

These Humble Words 8-13-12

My Lord and Savior, hear my heart -

a heart that can't ignore,

Your love that chased me all my life

and proved to be much more...

Much more than rain drops from above

that fall from all around,

collecting in the ponds and lakes

and oceans that abound.

Much more than luscious meadows, green

where horses romp and play

much more than cool, clear bubbling brooks

where little ponies lay.

Much more than all the honey found

from bees that roam the hive,

much more than flowers from the plant

with petals bright, alive!

Much more than colors on the trees

in autumn's many hue,

of golden yellow, red and orange -

much more than rainbows too.

Much more than all the mountain peaks

that touch vast skies of blue

much more than questions I have asked

in prayers I've sent to You.

Much more than countless blessings from

Your miracles galore.

Much more than all my faithfulness.

But yet, You send me more.

Much more love that I waste on

such silly, selfish stuff.

Yet still, You send me greater love.

I can't love You enough.

Now may these humble words be passed

to everyone You touch,

so they, too, will have hearts to say,

"I love You very much."

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Deuteronomy 6:5
New American Standard Bible (NASB)
5 You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.

Dusk To Dawn 8-10-12

Why at dusk did Your evening sunset overwhelm the blue -

and how did I miss, with sunlight's fade, our dimming friendship too?

Why did the grasses so appear 'greener on the other side'

and how did You seem so far away - beyond the deserts wide?

Why did I always rivers ride, with every twist and bend -

and how was it all futility with needs that never end?

Why did I go my selfish way and how'd I cut my path -

right over the worst terrain I found, only to find Your wrath?

Why did Your roses lose their scent and how'd our friendship wilt -

and how when with repentance here, did truth exacerbate guilt?

Why did I seek man's wisdom when my stomach grew to yearn

then question straight and narrow path that lost my chance to learn?

Why did my heart seem hardened so and how'd I grow so old -

waiting for all Your answers here in this frigid midnight cold?

Why did the chills surround me so and shiver every bone

and how did Your stars stare down at me and make me feel alone?

How did the darkness blanket me though moon and stars shone bright

to seemingly mock my presence here?  It didn't seem quite right...

No longer will I cut my path nor crawl through desert sand.

I walk beside still waters here, beside You, hand in hand.

It's easy to say 'Forgive me', but hard to be sincere,

still harder to walk the narrow, harder yet to persevere.

But peering to the Heavens now and awed by what I see -

I'm so content in knowing that You're right down here with me.

I know Your love, Your faithfulness, Your brilliant haloed face -

and faith reveals that dawn has come with morning sun, Your grace.

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Everlasting Tears 8-6-12

With sadness in His furrowed face,

with sorrow in His eyes,

with stench of blood and streaming sweat

with death heard in His cries -

could we not tell, when grimaced He,

in pain we couldn't hear,

in anguish so, He couldn't hold

that first initial tear?

From One so pure and innocent,

from One who suffered loss,

was One who sacrificed for us

on such a wicked cross,

where one tear found an opening,

accompanied by more -

to open up the floodgates there,

as never seen before.

But were the tears that Jesus shed

from just the pain He bore?

Or were the tears that soaked His face

from something even more?

They were not tears of happiness,

or stirred up tears of joy.

They were not tears of anger's rage

or tears that would destroy.

His tears were mixed with sweat and blood

that poured down from His face,

then dripped upon His heaving chest

and quickened to a place -

a place where burdens rested,

a place so torn apart,

but place sincere and sacred too -

His heavy laden heart.

A mother knows the pain of love

when children disobey.

She'll cry for hours, days and weeks.

There is no other way -

no other way to share her tears

than blend them in a prayer,

and send them up to Jesus where,

they mix with His tears there.

So take a look at Jesus' tears

and do they not comprise,

of grace and vast eternal love

just like a mother's eyes?

Produce a single tear, can I,

acknowledging my years,

that Jesus sacrificed for me,

in everlasting tears?

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Understand? 8-5-12

Just seek ye- and ye shall find!

Each word here is important -

So stay on top your toes! 

Unless you're wide awake, you'll lose -

So let's see how this goes.

Let us play a little game

Of, let's see.... "Hide and Seek".

Very soon you'll see it clear,

Emerging with one peek.
So seek ye first God's kingdom,
You'll find His loving hand.

(Only read first letters in each line.  You'll

Understand).

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Matthew 6 (KJV)

33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;

and all these things shall be added unto you.

From Where I Sit 8-3-12

Up on the high majestic hill,

stands one great mighty oak,

that seems to mimic something else -

a world of prideful folk.

Some think that sin is not so bad,

they think it's overblown -

but I can feel that screaming wind

from Satan's megaphone.

Oh, we all know man's clanging wars -

his taxed and tortured slaves -

his used, abused or beaten spouse -

the sinful life he paves -

that plows up God's great symphony

with Adam's clumsy ox -

and pummels us with angry words

or painful, sinful rocks.

But God's created orchestra -

all people, black and white -

all babies born (or soon to be)

and elders have a right -

a right to live on God's great earth

in peace and harmony.

But pride seeks greater powers and

rejects humility.

From where I sit, I always see

His beauty deep within,

His loving, graceful handiwork -

though plundered so, with sin.

God's handiwork from birds to fish

and mammals great and small -

still bless me with their beauty here.

I see His work in all.

And when I think my Loving God,

has nothing more to give -

He pours out love in greater grace,

so ready to forgive -

where even I, through heavy heart,

so tearfully repent -

and seek that perfect sacrifice,

who God already sent.

A rhythm rolls with springtime breeze

across this valley pass -

right over meadow here below

and through His humble grass.

In unison, harmonic notes

from orchestra below -

still wave to those on mighty hill,

to folks who need to know...

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