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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
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.
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
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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..... poem submitted April 2008
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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.