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I was encouraging my healthcare provider and Christian brother  who turned and encouraged me even more by several comments he made.  The one that struck me most was him holding his palm before his face and saying, “If we keep the Word before our face it keeps changing us.”  We listen rather than work because our sanctification is by grace through faith as surely as our initial salvation experience.
 

 

Keeping the Word before your face
Concept and meaning ever trace
Continual changes in you
Please God and better run the race
 
Setting your mind on things above
The things of God you learn to love
Cleansing your heart so it is true
Undivided heart like a dove
 
Eternity within the heart
Begun in Christ and not depart
When I’ve sinned and turned away too
By His Spirit I may restart
 
Learn to live life by faith alone
No schemes and planning on your own
By His Word guided by each clue
To heed the Spirit’s call be prone
 
When in danger for Him you call
Secure in Him never can fall
Peace with God is ever in view
Assurance of heaven’s bright hall
 
The Word before your face again
Best deterrent to prevent sin
Knowing that all to God is due
Forgiveness, glory, life you’re in

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Last Sunday the pastor preached a Bible-based, convicting and practical sermon. The text was John 18:12-27.  Early on he said the theme of this intertwined story was “the glory of Christ in His trial; the sinfulness of Peter in his denial.”  As the sermon progressed this sentence kept working on me.  It rhymed and it showed great contrast. I began to think there was a poem here that might help me remember the sermon ideas reflecting the text.

Glory of Christ revealed in His trial
Peter’s sinfulness in his denial
Contrast Christ abiding in the Father
With Peter wandering, to then falter

  

Not shrinking from truth in the face of death
Fearing man when expectations a myth
If I spoke “rightly, why do you strike Me?”
One of His disciples? Not I, said he
 

 

Dependence on God and Christ is the way
Reliance on self will bring much dismay
Cohorts, commanders, courts could not dissuade
A slave-girl side-tracked allegiance once made

 

“I have spoken openly to the world”
Not a cold heart while warming hands unfurled
Boldly speak of Jesus the Son of God
Or rooster crow pierce your heart like a rod

 

Trust in the Father through Jesus the Son
Don’t shift allegiance to serve number one
Return to your first love, know of His grace
Don’t wander and falter, finish the race

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What happened?  In a moment from life to death, from intimacy to estrangement, from bliss to dread.  Oh that we, the beloved, might imbibe the last state of our soul as readily as the former.  His grace shines in the latter all the more in the light of our former. He has rescued us as “He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him” (II Corinthians 5:21) 

Temptations rife
Hazard all
Indiscretions, fall
Shame, strife
 
Blame wife
Cover all
Oh the gall
Death not life
 
Pay the fife
Lost all
Darkness fall
Sorrows rife
 
Took the knife
Once for all
Order tall
Gave us life

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Energy Intertwined

I am far from being a materialist but God has ordered a material world which is fascinating. It shouts of deep complexity and beautiful simplicity.  He is intimately involved and yet He set it to work. Oh, what a wonderful Creator and Sustainer is He!

Sunlight on the grass and trees
Photosynthesis within the leaves
Glucose stored in chloroplast
In the food web first, but last

 

Consume producers all day
Cell respiration at work and play
Glucose energy that may
Be used to keep death at bay

 

Up the chain energy flows
‘Eat or be eaten’ the saying goes
Predator and prey each knows
Watchfulness precludes dire woes

 

Top dog on a nonstop binge
Top of the food chain has its challenge
On catching the food will hinge
Life and on offspring impinge

 

Death comes to all in their time
Decomposers recycle the grime
The world would be full of slime
Life’s web would lose all its rhyme

 

In and out energy goes
Though inefficient transfer, life grows
From sunlight to plants it flows
Animals, then decompose

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May the Blessing of God   for an original song speaking blessing over you.

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Bee on flower in mutual dance

Mare with colt on a beautiful prance

Sword fishes school marshal every lance

Not a chance

 

Four main forces balanced precisely

Fingers on key board glide adeptly

Sun, Moon, and stars trace paths exactly

Not likely

 

All of life programmed in DNA

Beauty and function have interplay

Complex fossils in low strata lay

Hey, no way

 

Unless an all sufficient first Cause

Transcendent of effect, without flaws

Made it all, His rule the written clause

Let give pause

Bumblebee on Woodland Sunflower?

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I seem to be in an extended season of difficulty.  This time around I wondered what I could have done to cause the problem.  How had I strained my ankle?  Rain and responsibility had kept me from doing much activity for several days before the swelling and pain.  It turns out that it was not structural at all but rather inflamation.  It is yet another time to reflect on God’s goodness and man’s condition. 

Pain and pleasure juxtapose
First grow thorns and then the rose
Why these two rise side by side
One we cherish one deride

 

Must it be that we suppose
Foulness comes with the sweet dose
Neither so before the Fall
Nor in heaven eternal

 

Better does it good disclose
More thankful now more repose
By suffering our wants end
God does good superintend

 

Now I enjoy more the rose
Beauty of its top stem pose
Thorns diminish all one day
In His presence I will stay

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This poem does not feel complete to me, but it is all that I know to do with it now.  We are all saved by grace but I believe that God has and is dealing with us through different adminstrative dispensations.  This poem attempts to touch on that theme but as I say needs much “filling out”.

Set up for praise, honor, and fame
This good promise to Israel came
Nations are not treated the same
For the sake of God’s holy name
 
Obey His commands was required
Know your God and Him be desired
Never in idol worship mired
Not in doing the good be tired
 
It was by Him sovereignly planned
Blessing or curse on Israel’s land
And offspring few or like the sand
Obey and trust His gracious hand
 
We are the people of the Lord
By Christ’s blood salvation afford
Love Him well, keep His word the sword
In trusting Him comes great reward

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Like most anyone else I have experienced ambitions to succeed at this or try that or do the other.  As the years have passed my thoughts of ambition have continued to some small degree though experience has quelled the impulse to apply action to those desires.  The desires to do something noteworthy that have most bewildered me are those I thought to be directed at glorifying God.  Evidently all too many of them were colored by personal ambition I did not understand.  As I reflected on God’s goodness, my failure to take ahold of Him to the degree I desired or serve Him in the way I thought desirable, I saw in my mind’s eye what my ambition should be.  I possess because of His gift a most precious resource.  I don’t want misunderstanding of my poem so consider that holding the jug means to possess the gospel while raising it refers to witness, that is, offering the gospel, and pouring would equate with praying with someone to receive Christ:
Only a lowly servant holding a water jar
But oh, refreshing contents rescued the very same
Now to offer water to travelers near and far
Brings joy to him and to his Master fame
 
Standing by the seated Master pouring on command
As one by one thirsty souls file past the servant there
Water offered unto all, received by those pre-planned
Await the Master’s nod, then pour with flare
 
Why so rarely raised the jug Master offers to all?
Servant holding back more for self that supply not fail?
The joy is more when raised or poured, not one drop will fall
Every single draught will for sin avail
 

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My family and I have watched a 12 part BBC series on the Charles Dickens comedy Pickwick Papers.  Many scenes are funny and others sobering.  And since it is evidently true to the book, I could recommend either.  Without giving away the story, there is a despicable character named Mr. Jingle whose oddity is speaking in one to three word phrases with dramatic intonations and short pauses.  There is a complete economy of words and yet a rich and clearly understood meaning to all that he says.  I do not encourage his actions but his speech compels me to want to learn this mode.  While reflecting on this speech the other day I attempted to write a poem in that form.  I will know if I have succeeded if you understand the poem.  If you know the subject about which the poem speaks, comment your knowledge below:
 
Temptations rife
Hazard all
Indiscretions, fall
Shame, strife
 
Blame wife
Cover all
Oh the gall
Death not life
 
Pay the fife
Lost all
Darkness fall
Sorrows rife
 
Took the knife
Once for all
Order tall
Gave us life

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Pain is a teacher unlike the rest
Mastery through continual test
Speaks loud and clear the nerves to molest
Difficult friend and unwelcomed guest

 

Told to rejoice through various trials
How so when all comfort it defiles
Raises high fears deep emotions riles
Makes a few steps seem as many miles

 

The answer comes through what is induced
Frivolous pursuits greatly reduced
Priorities from limits deduced
Perseverance and faith both loosed

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What do you aspire to do?
What motivates and drives you through?
Is it comfort, security or ease of pain?
Power, influence, life in the fast lane?

Why do you work hard, or at other times sit idle?
Why do you follow rules, but then rear your head without bridle?
Are there goals, a plan, or reasons behind?
Fears, ambitions, or answers to find?

Do you know why the questions never cease?
Why all the efforts but no peace?
Would you want to know if you could be told?
Or shrink back in fear and your spirit fold?

If the answer is Jesus will you reject Him out of hand?
Will you still turn away if your reasons won’t stand?
Do you want peace and purpose, a plan you’ve sought?
Security, comfort, and answers that can’t be bought?

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On the hallway wall next to the door is posted “Room 417 Storage”.  In this fairly new facility it is used as an occasional office.  The majority could not tell you where it is or for what purpose it is utilized.  I was assigned to sit in silence in Room 417 with three other people for two and a half hours.  I’m a teacher; you figure it out.  Here are my impressions of the space, the activity, and our path.

In a claustrophobic room
Painted white no decor there
Neither flower nor mind could bloom
Though florescent lights and vented air

 

 White noise from conditioned air
Abundant plastic, metal too
Nothing the senses would find fair
Though clean and bright and also new

 

Sanitized of all that harms
Disease, sharp corners, tanning rays
Not a thing the spirit alarms
Though emergency exits map ways

 

Thus the danger to our lives
All is well but dead inside
No awareness that life never thrives
Except in Sonshine and change of tide

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Physics is the way to go
Or stop or go with the flow
Or at least know how it works
Like impulse of bumps and jerks
Who cares may be your question
Each action has reaction
Energy conserved as well
Even if you cannot tell
Not effect your life you say
Neglect it and you will pay
Efficiency or power
Safety of bridge or tower
Go away leave me alone
Please change frequency and tone
Add net force and head for home
Physics guide you as you roam

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Some old sayings recycled and rehashed for the

days we are in:

Desperate times require desperate measures

          So the old saying goes

But are we willing to take the cure

          Before we’re in the throes

 

If it were a snake beside the path

          We’d all been bit for sure

But will we extract the poison there

          So each one can be pure

 

Pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps

          Cannot happen nor would

Since Eve was deceived, Adam rebelled

          We can’t do what we should

 

Problem older than Methuselah

          Recent as your last breath

If not rescued by the Redeemer

          You have no hope but death

 

Right as rain, pure as the driven snow

          Our sin gone by His blood

The Christ has made His beloved so

          By grace’s abundant flood

 

Imitation’s th’best flattery

          Be pleasing in His sight

Now we will and can live for Jesus

          Evidence of His might

 

Oh, lost ones know that the gig is up

          Unless you trust Him too

He died on the cross to rescue you

          And give you life anew

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The more we see of God the more our praise will be raised and our lives be purified. Oh that this might be true of you and me:  

What praise can this feebled mind impart

          Or glory give to God

          But He commands the soul

Lift up words and life to make a start

 

Tell of wonders in the world abroad

          Of land, sea and sky

          Sing with the birds and waves

Praise with them, for silence would be odd

 

With the angels up above exalt

          See His untold beauty

          Awe at His purity

Oh a change in manner would result

 

Before God’s high throne see all that’s true

          Know deepest wisdom’s way

          Feel total power sway 

There have all that’s right and good in view

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Eyes on Things Above is a poem I commend to you if you are losing your focus on what your purpose and endpoint are. We need Him every day to give us joy, purpose, direction, and enabling power to follow.  Click on the poem title to see it.

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Here is an oldie but a …. well you’ll have to decide about that.  It certainly isn’t an easy one to get nor was it easy to do.  I sometimes get hung up in my own devices poetically.  I’m sure the poetry suffers but it’s about the challenge.  Hopefully the message does not equally suffer though it may need to be gone over several times to see.  So, with that somewhat disparaging introduction, see if you can figure out what I was intending to talk about by clicking on Source and Reality

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A Need to Create

Why are we creative? Look around. Consider. To expand your musings read my poem by clicking on  A Need to Create .   Here is a scene that brings back memories for me and could elicit creativity in most anyone:

Missouri River Sunset

Missouri River Sunset

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Preparing

As I looked out the window at the yellowing grass and the hills rolling back, I thought of the drought that is almost over but still lingers and the study my family is doing on revival from Hosea .  The Spirit works as He will and does accomplish what He wills.  And part of what He wills is that we be involved preparing for His work.  Hosea uses several images, the most obvious and powerful one being that of the marriage relationship and His pursuit of us.  But there is also this rain-farmer-ground-crop image.  I put my thoughts about it into a poem that you can read by clicking on Preparing for Rain

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