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He dealt in tissue paper reality
Layered upon layers of issues
Of Nothing at heart
As empty inside as the wind
That blew his papers apart
He wore his emptiness like a badge
Futility was his halo
A cold empty glow of nothingness
And as his tongue wagged
The sounds were unintelligible
And when he stopped his eyes
Beamed with approval .
While I wondered . . . pondered
Without disapproval
Simply dazed . . . amused
Wishing I wasn't there
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Does God Love Me?
By Harry Toye
He suffered and He died for you,
An agonising death on a rugged cross;
Tortured and crucified for you,
To save the sick, the lonely and the lost.
Black hearted Pilate washed his hands in a dish of delph,
It could have been in blood as much as in water.
He may as well have nailed Jesus to the cross himself,
For it was he who gave the fatal order.
They surrounded Him in the dark of night,
Armed guards with torches aglow;
The crowds milled expecting a fight,
But Jesus said, “It is I you seek, let the others go”.
On His Head a crown of black thorns they did add,
Their tips dipped in a deadly poison;
A practice that could drive ordinary men mad,
As the Blood of Christ turned those tips to crimson.
The mass of bleeding tissue was revealed,
As ruthless Romans scourged again and again;
Strips of skin were torn and peeled,
But not even once did Jesus complain.
They mocked and insulted,
They ripped the cloak from blood congealed;
They pierced His Hands and His feet,
His back was like a furrowed field.
When they nailed Him to that cross,
They nailed our sickness and our sin;
They nailed your pain and your loss,
So you would learn the Kingdom of God is within.
His friends who loved Him looked up and cried,
The sky darkened and clouds gathered as if nightfall;
When Jesus looked down at the mob, just before He died,
His Heart of Love still forgave them all.
He had created the very wood and also the nails,
And even the merciless men who drove them through;
Despite the leather whip with it’s leaded tails,
He pleaded, “Forgive them Father; they know not what they do”.
They took Him from the cross and gave Him to His Mother,
She cradled and she held this Blessed Fruit of her womb;
She cried for her baby that once she lay in a manger,
But now she prepared to lay her baby in a tomb.
However three days later the impossible happened,
And Mary’s pierced heart was healed;
She screamed with Joy as the tomb was opened,
Jesus had defeated death, to all it was revealed.
He had endured and He had triumphed, this story is true,
How He dispelled darkness with the light of love that day;
And He would suffer it all over again, even if for only you,
So that you too can live again in a most abundant way.
Who is this faithful man who now holds out His Hand?
This man who is always honest, always true.
Who speaks to pain and misery and it’s forever banned,
He is the one who will never leave or forsake you.
You may not know Him yet but He knew you before you were born,
He knows everything about you, your strength and your frailties;
He loved you in the womb, before you were even formed,
And He will love you forever, and through all eternities.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16
©Harry Toye 2014. http://www.fivefoldministryireland.com
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Picking this book
and yet another,
I was thrown into a bolt of awe,
Not of the writer’s ingenuity,
But of characters,
Who are laid bare
But still blazing.
Ooh, these iconic characters,
They lived a life
Impact alone,
Is less of a description.
I read;
Amazed,
Gasping,
Sighing,
Adoring
These radiant souls
Sold to one course:
“Jesus to all nations.”
Now in books,
Their trials,
Their triumphs
In Christ
Still breathing through pages.
God’s Generals,
Indeed.
Leaving comfort,
Overlooking odds,
They spread to nations
Like harmattan fire.
With just one aim:
“My Jesus must be known.”
In this great act;
Leaving family,
Losing property,
Losing love,
They marched gallantly
To nations
Where persecution waited.
Still, I reckon their wisdom:
One man;
No, not alone,
The Holy Spirit
Through a yielded vessel
Translated the Bible,
Wrote books
In another tongue.
Wow.
Stunned is my inquiry.
Not men alone;
Women too,
Beside their husbands,
Preaching, writing, singing:
“Your Kingdom come.”
Heaven rejoices over these;
Those who planted in hard soils.
Others now water
What their labor birthed.
But He;
He gives the increase.
God’s great plan:
“That all men will be saved.”
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC