“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.
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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.
When a brother sharpens the countenance of his brother, it is iron against iron – sparks must fly;
Care must be taken these sparks do not ignite passion, or a friendship can die. If passion is tempered with love, rough edges become smoother – character is refined; God is pleased as scripture is fulfilled; life becomes richer; this is how true friendship is defined.
Anxiety, heartache, and confusion, are the fruits of misplaced love;
God must be the sole owner of our affections; passion must only fly with the Heavenly Dove. Earthly affections must never pull us down from Heavenly Currents that stay our wings; Our hearts must be constrained by our Creator; our sway must be only to Celestial Things.
Jacob’s walk is a straight and narrow walk, only a Godly canter doth he make;
A worldly stride is not in his foot, he swaggers not, with any step he doth take. An idle and thoughtless posture, in him, is rare, though perfect he is not; He is still flesh and blood, redeemed by the blood of his savior; humanity is still his lot.
The worst poverty of all, is poverty of the soul;
When faith and hope famish, our love for life sinks below. Anxiety of the mind screams his discontent; Panic chimes in rhythm; his complaint, he must vent.
Even as we read God’s Word, and seek Him in prayer, we still feel a gnawing hunger;
Even as our coffers are filled with God’s Divine Treasure, we still can suffer A feeling of emptiness as we see many of our loved ones living in sin, Knowing that Hell awaits, because they know not the Savior, never inviting Him in.
There is a real world the natural world cannot see;
They cannot see, touch, or taste it, but it is inside you and me. The Kingdom of God is more real than the natural world today. It will endure forever; it shall never pass away.
The hallmark of a Godless society is not freedom, but bondage; their’s is a misplaced trust.
They think freedom from Godly Admonition is enlightenment; their “liberty” soon turns to dust. The only real freedom fallen man has is when he submits to God’s direction; He knows our frame. He fashioned us to love and serve Him; receiving Him as Lord, frees us from guilt and shame. |
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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