| Which One
Am I?
Am I the soldier, prodding Him on tho' He
is weak with
our beatings, bloodied, tired, and weary? Am I the man who cried, "Give us Barrabas, but this Man must
die!"? Am I the woman-- weeping, helpless, and
afraid? Or--am I looking in apathy from a
distance, Curious about this drama unfolding before
me? I am the soldier pushing Jesus forward. I am the man who cried for Him to die. I did not weep as a sinner forgiven nor as
His friend. Oh yes, I was close to the cross, but-- I cheered the man with the hammer, and
jeered this man as he bled. But then . . . He cried out with a loud voice, a voice of
authority As one who'd done His job completely,
"It is finished!" Then He rested His head--- and died. I am the one who nailed Him to the tree. He is the One who forgives me. (This poem is available as a |
| Risen!
One Sunday morning early-- I walked beside a hill. The shadows of three crosses Darkened my heart, but still I crept along, heavy in my soul. My sins—they overwhelmed me. I had lost control. I neared a cave--a special room; I dared to venture in. It seemed to’ve been--it was a tomb, But no one lay within. I wondered why the linen cloth Folded on the stone Was set aside, unneeded, Put down. I stood alone Thinking this must be The former tomb of Christ Who had died for me. The angels sit no longer here,
The guards are still
away. Christ Jesus took my sin, my fear, And washed me clean that day!
In One I never see, But one day soon I’ll see God’s Son When there with Him I’ll be! (This poem is available as a |
| Peace
In the quiet stillness of this solitude I hear His voice call me to Him Saying, “All is well if you trust in Me.” Tension all around rushing From one place to another. They worry over petty things. Put it aside because He says, “All is well if you trust in Me.” Young children and babies fuss; Adults argue and rush about Acting selfishly because they Don’t hear Him saying, “Relax, all is well if you trust in Me.” Amid the bedlam, the mobs Crowd everywhere with No consideration. Be still! Listen! He still says, “All is well if you trust in Me.” (This poem is available as a |
| Soldier's Gratitude
Lord, when I did my partYou did Yours. When I crawled through the dirt You went with me. When I ran You gave me drive; When I marched You gave me endurance; As I pushed You gave me strength; During my situps You gave me spirit. As I performed each task You kept me alert. When I was nervous You stilled me. When I was uncertain You gave me confidence. When I was distressed You consoled me. When I was in pain You gave me grit. When I was tired You gave me Stamina and motivation. As I slept You kept me in peace. I did nothing without You there. I toiled and strove and You produced the results. Lord for this I thank You. I praiseYou and Magnify Your name. Because You gave it all for me I can only trust You more. You carried me this far And will walk with me from here. (This poem is available as a |
| Jesus, Make Me
Like a Child
Jesus make me like a child. Help me
trust in You. Help me overcome my doubts And reach for
Your hand too. Show me that my weaknesses Grow smaller
in Your strength. Lead me during my whole life Throughout
my journey's length. Give my steps a sure foundation On the
rocky hills I find; As I tread the valleys in the night Give
me peace of mind. In my busyness still my soul, Lead me to
Your heart Until I become like You. Lord
give me another start. I "messed it up" again Lord, I've blown it through and through. Jesus make me once more a child. Help me
trust again in You (This poem is available as a |
| To Be Like You
Oh Lord I want to be used by You
To touch someone, and glorify You; Take my hurts, my anger; And all my selfishness Fill me with Your Attitude- Others a bit more, me a little less. Whenever you test me, I always fail; Help me to yield and let you prevail. I may not be bad or evil within, But next to Your Goodness I'm smothered in sin. Empty my fear, my great distrust; Cleanse me and fill me to use as you
must. Take my priorities flown all askew. Change them Lord. Help me to rely on you. I know
I've blown it and I must confess That throughout my life I've got a big
mess.
Remake and use me
the way You do best. (This poem is available as a |
| It's God's Time
Lord, I try to sit here quietly. I try to
listen too. But when I ask things in a hurry I lose
touch
With You. I come here impatiently. Too Quickly I approach You, Carrying my burdens proudly. I sink into trouble and say, “Hey God, I’m here! Hurry! Speak to
me. I’m knocking on your door! Can You hear
me? Answer! Don’t you love me anymore?” Almost too late I realized I didn’t wait at all. Still You wear
humility To show Your love for Me. You knock Softly at my door. The all powerful
God—Waiting quietly, politely, And patiently. Until I slowed down couldn’t notice that You were yearning to draw me near.
Too often I have missed it. Why? Because unlike me—You are not
insistent. (This poem is available as a |
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One man, Many miracles. Twelve Followers. One betrayal. Three denials. Questions. False witnesses. Mockery. Two thieves. Three crosses. One Savior, One Sacrifice.
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| Parade of Heroes
A trail of blood flowed from prophets and martyrs; They didn’t want to suffer that way, But God said to each in their moment, “This is what I choose for you. Will you make a stand for Me today?” “Yes, I will” each one said, so they horribly died,
And history recorded the day. A trail of blood flowed from Jesus’ veins; He didn’t want to suffer that way, But as he cried “Please no!” God still replied “This is what I choose for you. Will You choose the cross today?” “As You will it,” He said, and was crucified,
And history recorded the day. A trail of blood will also flow from some who take that stand, By force they will have suffered that way Because they said yes when He said the words: “This is what I choose for you. Will you make a stand for Me today?” Will you stand? Are you willing to suffer or horribly die?
How will history record your day?
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Help me to trust You again I request.
Your
Holiness, Closeness, Comfort—