“No man cometh to the Father but by Me,” is a verse written in red;
These are the words of Jesus, and not of fallen man. “Your ways are not My ways,” The Lord hast said. “Ye must be born again,” separates His sheep from the goats that bother. “He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold,...is a thief and a robber.”
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One of God’s richest blessings is a grateful heart;
Always scanning the horizon for God’s handfuls of purpose He sets apart. Like the Heavenly Manna God strewed for Israel every morning, The grateful heart eagerly searches for Celestial Dew, while others are scorning. A wild horse that rears its hooves against us all is rage;
It thunders into our lives uninvited, whether we be sinner or sage. No man can tame, nor even ride, this stalwart stallion very long; Its snort is too invasive, its hooves too sharp, its stride far too strong. “I the Lord thy God am a jealous God,” scriptures relate;
“Thou shalt have no other gods before me,” withstands my pate. “I have loved you with an everlasting love,” comforts my heart; Knowing I am the apple of His eye sets me, for Himself, apart. At the age of five my Godly grandmother took me into her home;
At the age of six one revival night, Jesus claimed me for his own. I am sixty-four now, as my mind’s eye blinks to all the years; I witness many of God’s Finger Prints, through all the laughter and the tears. In days of yore, sailors encountered areas of no currents and no breeze, seemingly never to end;
They had to row day after day, under the blazing sun, with not a breath of wind. Their only respite was hope that conditions would change, a promise from their Captain of a better day; The only fuel for their labor was faith in their Commander to lead the way. Only two paths can we travel in this life;
Pursuing the path of sensual fulfillment has the most strife. The fleshly, carnal world is “wirelessly” connected by their sensual “internet;” “If it feels good, just do it, there is no need to feel regret.” “Man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward,” according to the book of Job;
Many are the problems and difficulties of all of mankind, regardless of his abode. Whether he abides in the carnal realm, or whether his sway is toward the Celestial city, All of man’s days are filled with labor and toil; the same hot sun bears down without pity. The human tongue, the smallest of our members, boasts of great things; it is a world of sin;
It sets on fire the course of nature; by it we bless God and curse man, formed after Him. Man who was made in God’s own image, the human tongue is quick to attack and to desecrate; God’s cherished creation can be bitterly poisoned by this tiny assassin of hate. As with any savory and dainty confection,
All the necessary ingredients must be measured to perfection, Thoroughly blended, and carefully baked with temperature and time, Cooled to just the right degree, layered in sweetness, perfectly sublime. |
AuthorJim is a devoted follower of Christ, and a dear friend. He has given me permission to share the poetry that God inspires him to write. We both pray that it will draw you to a deeper and more intimate relationship with your Redeemer, the God of your salvation. Archives
January 2019
CategoriesUpdate: Jim has published a collection of his poems under the title "David's Shield and Buckler." It can be found online at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and many other internet outlets in both paperback and digital versions.
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