Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Hope for the Lost

 


Hope for the lost

Your wind of four corners,

blows on our faces.

Your children are mourners,

for the lost in life’s races.

Man goes his own way,

seeking wisdom and signs.

God have mercy each day,

for those lost in line.

Our time is like vapor,

It will soon be my turn.

I’ll be saved by your blood,

when your court is adjourned.

Lord Jesus my God, hear what I pray!

That those in the dark,

will accept you one day.

Hallelujah.

I wrote this poem as the lost are consistently on my heart.  A favorite traveling evangelist of mine Pastor McCrackin once said: "I know, that I know that I'm saved, do you?"   Christ made me a new creature in September of 2015, and after trusting in Christ, and believing on the name of the Son of God; I became a new creature, I knew him.  I resonate with those words, I know that I know that I'm saved.  Do you? God's Word says you can.  Have you been born twice? 

 These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God. -1st John 5:13 

Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. -John 3:5

Everyone knows when a woman's water breaks new life is about to enter into the world. We are all born of water when we enter this world, but not are all born of the Spirit.  All those who believe can be sons and daughters of God.  Trust is all God requires:

But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: -John 1:12 

What do we trust in?  We trust in the gospel of Jesus Christ.  Paul sums this up in 1st Corinthians 15.

For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures: 

Christ died for our sins, and was buried and rose again.  I will die one day, but will raise again in newness of life because of Christ's free gift on the cross.  Baptism by immersion pictures this same process.  The Holy Spirit tells us:

Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. 1st Peter 2:24

The word tree that the apostle Peter writes is the Greek word xulon according to the Greek New Testament lexicon. It is translated as a beam for hanging or a cross.  Christ died for our sins, was buried, and rose again. We will be buried one day in death and walk in newness of life so long as we trust in him.  Praise God for his free gift we don't deserve.

Sunday, March 7, 2021

Life is but a vapor...






Squandered Time 

Men sprouted from dust; his motives inverted.

In a monetary exchange, he trades the truth for his lie.

His bedsheets are a woven dark mist, its frame is like rubber.

He adores his reflection, as time wears it to wrinkles.

His folly, the fool, is his foundation towards wisdom.

Death is his love; its picture surrounds him.

Christ’s order in view, he puts on his blinders.

Each day the sun rises, each day the sun sets.

Each day the moon sheds her light.

The man is too busy, distracted by distraction.

One foot in front of the other, he knows not his end.

By God's grace, he’s alive, but by choice he has slept.

The love of the world is too much to sacrifice.

Years later death finds him, he awakes in decay.

His worm never dies, and his thirst stays alive.

His reflection has melted, the truth is in sight.

His fate is decided. The grace is gone. His cries fall on deaf ears.

Perpetual pain. Perpetual sentences. Each begin with:

“If only…”

    I have always been fascinated by the countless excuses men make to avoid their creator, this curiosity was my motive for this poem.  Much of this fascination comes from reflecting upon my own experience before God made me a new creature.  It should be this way.  It should be that way.  It should be my way. Our way. Man’s way.  The further you embark down the left-handed path the more burdensome it becomes.  No matter how overbearing, Christ's yoke is easy. Praise God for a good savior who brings us from death to life, and only requires our trust in him (Romans 10:9).

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. Ephesians 2:8-9

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