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.
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 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
My Blood was shed for all to share
Eternal Life Divine.
So play the Game
And by the rules,
In the allotted time.....
OUR TIME.....HIS TIME
When time has come
And time has gone
You can't get back the time.
And there is no cost
To bring it back again.
The value of each day,
Cannot be measured here
But when we stand
Before our G-d,
A reckoning we will give.
Of each minute spent alone with Him
And each hour in search of play,
But when the hourglass has been tilt
And all the sand there has been split,
We'll wish for longer days.
O, help us Yah, redeem the time,
To think of it as gold,
So when at last we see Your Face
And enter into timeless grace
What glory we'll behold!
"So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom."
Walk in the way that I ordain.
Walk in My Ways and give Me praise.
Learn of My Statutes.
My Precepts be thine.
Uphold all My Judgements
And in your time,
The world will stand back
With wonder and say,
"Who is his G-d?"
"Who does he obey?"
For in You alone does Wisdom reside.
And in You alone can mankind abide.
For You are the Wisdom that comes from above
That seeks out and covers Your children with love.
You anoint them,
You call them,
You fill them with grace
And then give them a hunger to seek Your Face.
Oh, how then can man his own plans devise?
When without Your Wisdom it is his demise.
"A man's steps are decided by the LORD;
What does a man know about his own
way?" Proverbs 20:24
Like a man in the midst of the ocean alone,
With no where to turn or to plea,
This is the man in the depths of his soul,
This is the man without Me.
O, WHAT IS MAN?
O, what is man that You bow to speak
Such words of wisdom, words so sweet?
To tell him of Your time, Your space,
That he may bask in Your embrace?
O, what is man, so frail, so weak,
Without a chance himself to keep
The purposes of Your plan in time
That he may walk with You Divine?
Your plan of heaven You've made known
To those who live for You alone,
To walk in mercy and in truth,
What man could do it without You?
"When I behold Your heavens,
the work of Your fingers, the moon and the
stars that You set in place,
what is man that You have been mindful of him,
mortal man that You have taken note of him,
that You have made him little
less than divine, and adorned him
with glory and majesty." Psalms 8:4-6
I planted The Seed in the garden of time.
The Seed did blossom and grow.
The Perfume of The Seed fulfilled My desires.
The Blossom was whiter than snow.
The Blossom died and was placed in the earth.
But in three days The Blossom revived.
The Fragrance of Life in the hearts of men,
The Beauty of G-d Glorified!
"I will be to Israel like dew;
He shall blossom like the lily...His
fragrance like that of Lebanon." Hosea 14:6-7