Mar 2020
We have been confined to our homes. Pray, Pray, BUT especially that we get back to our first love where we did the thing from a burning that was in our hearts.
( This poem was inspired from the fact that the following verse, II Chronicles 7:14, is so often misquoted. The phrase in is often forgotten. “and turn from their wicked ways; )
If my people who are called by my name
Would only understand who I am.
I’m the Alpha and the Omega
Their Creator and their unique Saviour,
The One who died for them
To forgive them of their sin,
To save them from eternal death,
And therefore giving them eternal life.
If my people who are called by my name
Would know how to humble themselves,
Forgetting all and concentrating on me,
Becoming meek and unpretentious and lowly,
Having a holy respect and submission
And renewing their obedience to me,
In a complete surrender and trust
In a daily commitment without reserve.
If my people who are called by my name
Would pray and seek my face
And cease from their own works,
Seeking My will for their lives,
Desiring to listen to My voice,
In the stillness of My presence,
Discerning in the quietness of time,
The vision I have for them.
If my people who are called by my name
Would be hot and not cold,
And not lukewarm accepting worldly doctrines,
Of tolerance and other such philosophies,
In the name of political correctness,
But with an unquenchable fire accepting,
My holy doctrine of divine righteousness,
And entirely trusting My divine justice.
If my people who are called by my name
Would desire to see My honour,
Acknowledging My total acceptance of them,
And would turn from their pride,
Learning the true meaning of sacrifice,
Following Me no matter the cost,
Placing in My hands their dreams,
Allowing My glory to shine through.
If my people who are called by my name
Would not so much be concerned,
With rights and claims and comfort,
Taking their focus away from Me,
Rather if they would be willing,
To endure the shame and suffering,
Of the cross, the loneliness of it
Enabling me to radiate through them.
If my people who are called by my name
Would extend the hand of reconciliation
And remember My commandment of forgiveness!
Why do you judge others so,
In the name of constructive criticism ?
Why don’t you love each other ?
I forgave you all so unconditionally
Why don’t you forgive, oh why ?
If my people who are called by my name
Would comprehend these their wicked ways
And see the sin in the camp
And repent of their wicked ways,
Then I would hear their prayers
And I’ll forgive their evil ways
And heal their sick backsliding land
My people, I’m waiting for you …
( This poem was inspired from the fact that the following verse, II Chronicles 7:14, is so often misquoted. The phrase in is often forgotten. “and turn from their wicked ways; )
If my people who are called by my name
Would only understand who I am.
I’m the Alpha and the Omega
Their Creator and their unique Saviour,
The One who died for them
To forgive them of their sin,
To save them from eternal death,
And therefore giving them eternal life.
If my people who are called by my name
Would know how to humble themselves,
Forgetting all and concentrating on me,
Becoming meek and unpretentious and lowly,
Having a holy respect and submission
And renewing their obedience to me,
In a complete surrender and trust
In a daily commitment without reserve.
If my people who are called by my name
Would pray and seek my face
And cease from their own works,
Seeking My will for their lives,
Desiring to listen to My voice,
In the stillness of My presence,
Discerning in the quietness of time,
The vision I have for them.
If my people who are called by my name
Would be hot and not cold,
And not lukewarm accepting worldly doctrines,
Of tolerance and other such philosophies,
In the name of political correctness,
But with an unquenchable fire accepting,
My holy doctrine of divine righteousness,
And entirely trusting My divine justice.
If my people who are called by my name
Would desire to see My honour,
Acknowledging My total acceptance of them,
And would turn from their pride,
Learning the true meaning of sacrifice,
Following Me no matter the cost,
Placing in My hands their dreams,
Allowing My glory to shine through.
If my people who are called by my name
Would not so much be concerned,
With rights and claims and comfort,
Taking their focus away from Me,
Rather if they would be willing,
To endure the shame and suffering,
Of the cross, the loneliness of it
Enabling me to radiate through them.
If my people who are called by my name
Would extend the hand of reconciliation
And remember My commandment of forgiveness!
Why do you judge others so,
In the name of constructive criticism ?
Why don’t you love each other ?
I forgave you all so unconditionally
Why don’t you forgive, oh why ?
If my people who are called by my name
Would comprehend these their wicked ways
And see the sin in the camp
And repent of their wicked ways,
Then I would hear their prayers
And I’ll forgive their evil ways
And heal their sick backsliding land
My people, I’m waiting for you …
