The tree of life is watered with her tears
Who mourns the Word of Truth denied by fools.
She weeps amid the sounds of jests and jeers:
While mockers mock she sheds her sorrow's jewels.
Her jewels return to dust whence all jewels come.
Rivers of flawless tears run rapid, fed
By bottomless wells of grief; the ****** scrum
Disgracefully disports before the dead.
A bleeding heart and broken, her heart's quake
Trembles the earth and splits it; streams of blood
Divine and purest tears into a lake
Puddle and pool with sorrow, dust, and mud.
Within her heart a sea of bitterness swells.
Her grief, the ocean's roar, resounds in shells.
The Most High in Heaven
Seventy times seven
Times has forgiven
This sinner who should
In twain be riven,
For the LORD is good.
The day is done;
The summer sun
In quiet nests
Soft lovebirds' *******
My fledgling faith
Will soon defy death,
And fly about
A day without
Good morning, God.
The dawning day
Chases night's ghosts
The heralds of morn,
The early birds,
Are singing songs
Good God, who sees
Each every squirm,
And gives the bird
Give us this day
Our daily bread
(And light and life)
How doth the merry little lamb
Whose fleece is white as snow,
And who was born a very ram,
A-frolic to and fro.
He sports and plays, doth safely graze,
And spots a busy bee;
And then a minute he doth chase
The bug with mirthful glee.
A minute more, he's crying out,
And bleating with dismay.
The bee has stung him on the snout
And marred his splendid day!
Beware, the bee is only friend
To others of his kind.
The stinger on his latter end
Was made for lambs to mind.
From the last supper eaten with the twelve,
To His ascension into highest Heaven,
The Son of Man endured, and drank His cup,
Obeyed the higher will of Father God.
And the one man that ever was truly guiltless
Submitted to a trial by the law;
And guilty found, He spilled His spotless blood
For me, for you, for every one of us.
Thanks be to God for His great sacrifice.
Thanks be to God for His longsuffering.
Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift.
Thanks be to God who gives us victory.
In trying times, may always I remember:
Golgotha proves the road to Paradise.
Yes, life is short.
It's a short cavort.
But when it's done,
You live again
Where time there's none
And never's been.
And when you wish
A pun a star,
The Jesus fish
Were better far,
Since Jesus can,
Lord, save a man.
He makes the sun to rise and shine;
His breath inspires the wind;
He fattens the fruit, ferments the wine;
And makes the grape thin-skinned.
Because of Him fat raindrops fall;
He clouds and clears the skies.
God makes the deaf to hear His call,
And makes the foolish wise.
[based on a true story]
While searching through dumpsters to see what treasures I could find, I discovered in one a trapped raccoon that had no way out. He was there at the bottom with a couple bags of garbage, looking concerned. The walls were too high for him to climb, but his stomach was bigger than his foresight, and all he could see was food, and he jumped in from an overhanging branch of a tree. And now he was in a bind that he couldn't get out of.
Being, to him, the very image of God, I solved his problem immediately by carefully laying diagonally inside the death trap a long plank of wood (nearby trash) that extended out of it, into freedom. And even as I was arranging the plank, he was already on it and making his way up.
My Lord, Jesus Christ, thank you for saving the raccoon that was me! and for extending to me the cross that I climbed to salvation!
I'm neither what nor who I'd choose to be
If such were up to me:
A most inferior
Ex- and interior,
By intelligent design,
Even as grace received makes me divine.
Yet, what I am is not what I shall be
When Him, the Lord, I see;
For then the glorious,
Person of Christ, our Lord,
Made flesh, will make us two of one accord.
The LORD will have us
As he wills:
He will chasten us
And chastise us,
And, by fire,
He will baptize us;
For the Lord, Christ Jesus,
Came not to please us,
But to save us.
Without a whit of goodness from my birth,
Iniquitously living day by day,
Out from the center of my sinful earth,
T'ward self-fulfillment, poor, I made my way.
Nothing to glorify within myself,
Yet glory-seeking for my own self's sake,
I heard vain fancy, too deceiving elf;
And, cheated well, I listened to the snake.
But now, the Holy Spirit having entered
Into my life and spirit, and my soul,
I have within (the which within is centered)
The holiest of holies to extol.
Glorious God! I render unto Thee
The glory that is Thine that is in me!
Hotter than hell, the sun is burning
The firm, fixed earth that isn't turning,—
The firm, fixed earth that's very, very,
Verily, very stationary,—
Immovably firm on its foundation,
As God has made it, His creation.
Guilty, convicted I have been
For unconfessed, undisclosed sin.
I’ve stood in court, and there denied
My sin, and Him who for us died.
And never can a pardon be given
To those who never give an admission
Of guilt, but who maintain the lie,
Deny the truth, and thereby die.
Only the total truth declared
In open court, openly aired,
With honest rue and true contrition,
Will win a sinner’s sins remission.
The truth avowed is the one solution
For souls that seek their absolution.
sprouting a tree of life
I love You, LORD, with all my heart,
And all my soul, and all my mind,
And all my strength (my weakest part),—
With all myself in all combined.
Strengthen me, God; refine my core,
That I may love You all the more.
Jehovah be praised
Ever and always!
Christ, Your begotten Son
Righteous on Your right hand
Sitting on His
Who's heard me has a miracle heard:
God makes this ******* speak The Word.
Neither to gain a place in paradise,
Nor yet to win a pride vainglorious,
Should any true believer sacrifice
And follow Christ by taking up his cross.
For that the King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Gave up the ghost for others to atone,
Likewise deny yourself for no rewards,
But only thus, to serve the Lord alone.
Glorious God in highest Heaven works
His wonders here on Earth for sinful man,
For love of man, in whom vile evil lurks,
Beneath the firmament's star-vaulted span.
Praise to the Lord! the Father and the Son
And Holy Ghost! Thy will be ever done!
Babysweet, sleep a deep deep sleep,
Woolly and soft and white.
The pure white dove of peace and love
Follow upon his flight.
This is the day the LORD hath made;
He makes them even and odd.
Float down the stream of gentle dream
To Him, the Lamb of God.
You're yes or else
no middle way
you're anti Christ
Glory to God in the highest!
Glory to Him whose throne is in heaven!
Glory to God, the Lord Almighty!
Glory to seventy times seven!
Bedeviled by sin,
And sick within,
Please, make me whole,
Spirit and soul.
My middle name,
I pray, O Lord,
To be restored.
In truth I've heard
The sacred word.
May every lie
Within me die.
Thanks be to God
for saving grace
and for the bloodstains on the cross.
Lord Jesus Christ,
of Father God,
(whose will be done
in heaven, in earth),
the day was good
when light and shade
day one, and He
our Father knew,
but I've had doubts,
but now I see.
— The End —