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To the Sabbath
by Donna Rene Falco
We will dance and sing, play the tambourine,
The flute will sound forth its voice, as the Lord
my God wins victories and I give to Him my choice.
As high as the sky, as far as the east
are His thoughts so much better than mine.
His Spirit groans what my soul cannot say,
"Your will be done, not mine."
Flesh die your last gasp and make rise no more,
In His rest your labors are done, take ease
to perfect what His Spirit adores--
"Your will be done. Not mine!"
As high as the sky, as far as the east
His love better than wine: "Your will be done,
Your will be done, Your will be done. Not mine."
--donna renee
Farmersville, TX, USA
donna.falco@sbcglobal.net
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Message In The Shroud
By Cecil A. Dorsett
The natural and the supernatural combined;
Leaving a true relic of Our Lord's promised sign:
Blood-stains and a "photo-negative" in three-D;
Imaged before modern photo-technology.
The evidence is there in the shroud of Turin:
A crucified Saviour bled and died for our sins;
The finest and most unique "photograph" ever__
Could human ability produce this? Never.
A thousand words is suggested by this picture:
A visual validation of the scriptures.
At Cana the finest wine was made from water;
Miracles with power is our Lord's "signature".
Awesome healing power surged at the woman's touch;
God's resurrection power is the same as such.
Unknown disciples deemed the linen shroud precious;
The sign of Jonah recorded--preserved--for us.
As God's omnipotent power caused the great fish,
To release from its belly the wayward prophet;
Who in Nineveh, moved a repentant people,
To history's greatest spiritual revival;
So His mighty power caused the sealed guarded tomb,
To release the One whose mission was seen as doomed.
In the tomb the shroud was found without the body;
The folded head cloth said that this was no rob'ry.
Ensuring Christ's death--the spear thrust was done in vain;
He laid down His life, and He took it up again;
He was raised because of our Justification;
Through faith in Him we are God's Sons by adoption.
God's sinless Son died--we have been redemed from sin;
Now all those who believe are dead to sin in Him;
Being baptised into the death of Jesus Christ;
We also rise up with Him to newness of life.
The prophesies found in the book of Isaiah,
Is duly fulfilled in the suffering Messiah.
Look, the Living God is the God of Israel;
And the virgin's son, Jesus, is Immanuel.
This same Jesus, within the truth He has spoken;
Testifies that the scriptures cannot be broken.
"Search the scriptures", says He, "because they tell of me";
"The world's only Saviour, Yes, I Am He".
Two thousand years passsed without bodily remains,
Being offered to refute the Apostles' claims;
So if any more doubters or scoffers there be;
Empty tomb, picture shroud, is there for all to see.
Some seek after signs, some after the world's wisdom;
God gave us a visual of the piercéd One.
The sheep--with child-like faith--will hear the Shepherd's voice;
The First-fruits of those who sleep lives! Mankind rejoice!
Cecil A. Dorsett
Nassau, Bahamas
steelpan@batelnet.bs
http://shroudpoem.freespaces.com
TO BE A MAN OF
GOD
by Graham M Barlin
To be a man of God,
No earthly joy compares,
There is no price that can be paid
No worldly gift so fair.
A tongue that can't be twisted,
Two eyes that can't be lured,
A heart that can't be bought with gold
A mind that can't be snared.
How precious in God's sight are these
And yet to find, so rare.
A godly man that walks the earth
A Glory beyond compare.
Back To Earth
by Graham M Barlin
When the cries of tumult echo
Down the halls of passing time,
And history's page is littered
With conflicts lost or won,
When the bones of men lie scattered
Beneath a blazing sun,
Return to earth my brother,
The battle has just begun.
Though the fallen lie forgotten
In the crust of dusty earth
And she rolls on retarded
By the weight of Adam's curse,
Though the sky be filled with darkness
And our filth infect the sea,
Return to earth my brother
'Tis how He said it would be.
Though memories fade like embers
as the sun begins to set,
He will return in Glory
Yes, He who does not forget.
Though glory to man is nothing
But the glow of passing fame,
Return to earth my brother
And you will be born again.
Graham M Barlin
Centurion,
Gauteng, South Africa
tamalekie@telkomsa.net
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The Game
by Tricia Van Seters
Life is a game we each must play,
With purpose and design.
The rules of life are in The Book;
The length of it is time.
You may decide to play the game
Without the rules prescribed,
But then you've played another game,
You've played your game..not Mine.
My Plan,
My Purpose,
My Design,
Is meant to bring you through
This game of life so hard to play
Unless you know the rules.
You may play the game with gusto,
With health,
With wealth and more,
But in the end you'll lose the game
Because the rules were yours.
Your Captain played the "Game of Life"
With Beauty and with Grace
He taught you how to play the game
For each one He did taste.
So seek to learn the rules of Life
By following the Son,
So in the end you'll be the ones
Who win,
Who overcome.
My Blood was shed for all to share
Eternal Life Divine.
So play the Game
And by the rules,
In the allotted time.....
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Yeshua is the Son of God Acrostic
by Pat McAllister,
Feb. 19th, 2009
Yeshua
is the Son of God, Who came to set us free.
Eternal
King of all the earth, He died for you and me.
Sacrificial
Lamb of God, He cleanses us from sin.
He
waits for us to turn to Him so new life can begin.
Until
we come before Him in lowliness of heart,
All
we’ll know is darkness and from Him kept apart.
He
desires that we choose to turn from deeds that are not good.
And
purge out the old leaven, such as malice, so we should.
May
our lives be pleasing in His sight, should be our aim.
And
may we follow all His Ways and of His Love proclaim.
Seek
and ye shall find Him, and knock for the door to open.
He
will answer if you ask, of this He’s surely spoken.
Image
of our Father He did perfectly project.
And
if you would be like Him, then His likeness you’ll reflect.
Cast
all your cares upon Him, for He truly cares for you.
He
gave His Life, what more is there you think that He should do?
He
is God’s own unspeakable gift to us so we may know
About
how we should live our lives and the way that we should go.
Dearly
beloved Son of God, He came to show the Way.
Entrance
into Heaven is for those who do obey.
Righteousness
is found in those who only Him do serve.
Eternity
is theirs because from Him they did not swerve.
Consolation
of Israel, devout Simeon would foresee.
He
died a happy man for God’s Promise came to be.
Healing
Christ did purchase, and by His stripes we have received.
And
if in faith you ask Him, it is yours if that’s believed.
Each
child of God lives holy and does keep his record clean.
May
we remember that to Him all sin He views obscene.
Each
one of us does owe Him an account for every word.
Take
heed of every word you speak for every word is heard.
He
told His own to watch and be prepared for His return.
And
if we don’t than we will find no light in our lantern.
Cease
from evil deeds and then do draw upon His Grace.
He
cautions us to do this so our name He’ll not erase.
A
fearful time is coming soon, it’s known as The End of Days.
Yet
those who overcome in Him will receive His Word of Praise.
If
we’ll draw near to Him in prayer, then He’ll draw near to us.
May
we with the Holy Spirit’s help be kept for Him spotless.
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| WHAT WILL IT BE
By Lyle Davis, Sarasota, FL
I put the nails in his hands.
And I put the nail in his feet.
I pressed on his crown of thorns.
And used my spear to pierce his side.
My name is Lucifer.
And I will not hide.
I want you as my slave.
For money and or fame.
What ever you want,
It's all the same.
I take the control,
You give me your soul.
What will it be?
Yes or no
God or me?
Oh I see.
God I ll let this one free.
Because he has chosen thee.
There's still so many more.
That hasn't knocked on Christ's door.
What will it be?
EPIPHANY OF AGAPE LOVE by Lyle Davis
I had
an EPIPHANY the other day.
The
LORD said to me,
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
You
can have money and such.
But
the love of the LORD,
It can
not touch!
I had
an EPIPHANY the other day,
the
LORD said to me.
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
You
can have the things of man,
but
bring you to the LORD it won’t.
Try
all you can.
I had
an EPIPHANY the other day,
the
LORD said to me.
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
Believe he died on the CROSS,
it
will bring you to the LORD.
Worldly things your only loss.
I had
an EPIPHANY the other day,
the
LORD said to me.
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
He
shed his blood for you and me.
Believe it son.
He
will set you free!
I had
an EPIPHANY the other day,
the
LORD said to me.
AGAPA
LOVE is the way!
Believe he cleansed your sin,
with
all of your heart.
The
devil he can’t win!
I had
an EPIPHANY the other day,
the
LORD said to me.
AGAPA
LOVE is the way!
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Agape is
pronounced "ah-GAH'-pay".
It is a Greek word.
Found first in the biblical New Testament,
agape
expresses
the spiritual, not physical, love of God for his people.
It is an unconditional love and concern for others.
Agape
is a love that accepts everyone for who they are.
This is the same love that God expressed for us through the
death of Jesus Christ, His Son (1 John 4:9,10). It is a
selfless
love. Everyone has capacity for
agape
love.
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The Poetry of Damian Balassone
Melbourne, Australia
The Pulpit and the Parapet
Once I stood on the parapet
and looked out over the crowd,
wine in my hand,
women at my command,
I
stood tall, mighty and proud.
Now I stand before a pulpit
and sing these songs of praise,
shaking my tambourine,
surrendering to the unseen,
I no longer count
the days.
Jeremiah’s Lament for Josiah
Then Jeremiah
chanted a lament for Josiah.
–
2 Chronicles 35:25
Weep for Josiah! He is dead,
the child-king has been killed,
and Judah could go to the grave,
the promise unfulfilled,
And precious Zion stands condemned,
Who will save Jerusalem?
Josiah, the resilient king
who overcame the odds,
and led us back to Je-ho-vah,
and trampled pagan gods,
Oh people hear my lamentation:
Who will heal this broken nation?
Josiah, who reformed our land
and strictly kept the Law,
Josiah, the courageous king
who led us out to war,
Once a promised land for slaves
is now a mass of tombless graves.
Weep for Josiah! He is dead,
the child-king has been slain,
the Egyptian king has murdered him
upon Megiddo’s plains,
And precious Zion stands condemned,
Who will save Jerusalem?
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