Heaven Help Us! 5-31-11

Whether a grown-up, a child, or a teen -

We want to be noticed, we want to be seen.

We buy a new auto, with soft leather seats -

or buy a new wardrobe that nobody beats.. 

But buying top brands at all the best stores -

is just simply futile if showing our drawers.

 Our pants must be pulled up with shirt tucked down in -

and must walk with stature, as dignified men. 

Ingrained are small habits in ways we have found -

to draw the attention of folks all around.

But I am much better than all of the rest.

There's no need to ask me.  I'm simply the best.

And seldom - oh, seldom - so seldom I see -

a person more humble - more humble than me.

I don't spit tobacco, gossip, or 'cuss' -

so please, Heaven help them - to notice Jesus.

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100% 12-7-06

I hear you say, "I need that car-
look, shiny paint and chrome!"
But listen up you foolish one,
it's breaking up your home.

Your spouse is mad, your children cry,
your bills are piled high.
It's envy, greed- not self-control.
It's just a sinful lie.

Trust in anything will wither,
no matter how it shines.
Time rots and rusts our newest wants,
can you not see the signs?

So turn your head, and turn your mind,
away from all that flaunts-
and set your eyes on God above.
Ignore all other wants.

Now should you hold back hope in Him,
a quarter or an eighth?
No, put ALL trust in God above,
oh, ye of little faith!

The armor from our God above,
shall never rust or dent-
by faith in God who meets our needs,
one hundred full percent.

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The Perfect Man 2-16-06

Joe is perfect. He wakes up just before the alarm goes off. He shaves with the perfect razor, brushes his teeth with the perfect toothpaste, flosses, takes a shower, combs his hair and holds it with perfect hair spray. He puts on his perfect suit, his perfect tie, and his perfect shoes. After his perfect breakfast, he pats his perfect kids on their heads and kisses his perfect wife goodbye. He gets in his perfect car and backs out his perfect driveway past his perfectly groomed lawn. He gets to his perfect job and performs his work perfectly.

No. Did you really believe that? Nothing is perfect - despite the appearance. If you really knew Joe, you'd find many imperfect circumstances in his life. And, you'd observe that he isn't perfect either. Not in the least - especially on the inside.

And just like Joe, another man woke up - but with confused friends. He didn't use perfect toothpaste or perfect hair spray. He had no suit - much less a perfect one. He had no perfect wife or kids. He had no perfect vehicle. He had no perfect home. His work didn't pay much. He didn't have perfect friends. He did have some perfect enemies, though. In fact, one day, He was beaten with a whip. Later that day He died. He was hung from an imperfect tree with imperfect nails and an imperfect crown - not at all fitting for a perfect Man. Why?

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