poem

Soft Crosses

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By louis gander

I’m under the leaves of tall coconut trees,
(on trunks that are warped in a curve).
They rustle up high in the oft windy sky.
Enjoying the shade, I observe…

…the Heavens above that are filled so with love
and grace only God can bestow –
from free virgin birth for the people on earth.
I ask, “Have I failed Him so?”

Am I like the leaves that everyone sees,
that wave to and fro in the wind,
drawing attention as if I’m important?
Could that, my dear friends, be a sin?

His sheep, under wool, must be fully faithful –
not warped as the coconut trees.
How is it fitting if I am still sitting –
not helping the poor “least of these”?

How disconcerted am I that Christ suffered?
I hold my small cross close to me.
Genteel, I’m living, but what am I giving?
Are soft crosses not meant to be?

Oh, should I be stunned if my cross isn’t cushioned?
I’m carefree- and comforts I seek!
Is love, au contraire, to this cross that I bear
as others are hungry and weak?

Our God sits above and He fills us with love.
We’re blessed with His soft, gentle breeze –
on tropical islands with soft, idle hands,
enjoying a lifetime of ease.

I’m under the leaves of tall coconut trees,
(on trunks that are warped in a curve).
They rustle up high in the oft windy sky.
Enjoying the shade, I observe…

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Matthew 6:24 (KJV)
“No man can serve two masters:
for either he will hate the one, and love the other;
or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other.
Ye cannot serve God and mammon.”

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Written 9-27-13 by louis gander. FREE to print and use, but only with copyright information included – NOT for resale. Thank You!

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Jesus Is My Redeemer

The Redeemer

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 By Cinda Carter

The glory of the Lord,
Shines through His word.
Salvation to proclaim,
Through His Holy Name.

Cleansed by the blood of the Lamb,
Forever to be His child I am.
I will never be the same,
When into my life He came.

Redeemed, Redeemed.
Hallelujah to the King.
Sitting at the right hand of the Father,
No need to look any further.

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If Tomorrow Never Comes (poem)

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By Jenna Fernandez

there is hope
beyond tomorrow
if tomorrow never comes

there’s a joy
deeper than sorrow
light greater than the sun

there is peace
beyond all suffering
and hope beyond despair

there’s life
beyond all mourning
an end to every tear

there’s a future
that’s more certain
than this earth could ever give

beyond death’s
dismal curtain
there’s a promise that will live

the hands
that made the heavens
hold the gift of life

of peace
that is unending
and love that never dies

there is an end
to sorrow
when life ends, we’ve just begun

there is hope
beyond tomorrow
if tomorrow never comes

Copyright Jenna Fernandez
www.eternalencounter.com

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Word of God

Rays of Roses

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By: Lisa Burks

The other day I went outside to weed around my roses, when I noticed beetles all over the shrubs. Normally they produce big beautiful, pink and red flowers that I enjoy looking at, instead they were unsightly to me. I knew what had to be done. I retrieved my bug killer and drenched the roses from top to bottom. In no time the bugs were falling to the ground, a week later the roses were back to their old selves.

While spraying the rose’s God gave me a thought, people are like roses if you let bugs, (anything not of God) into your life it starts to show from the inside out. Instead of soaking in pesticides we arm ourselves with the word of God. Luke 10-19 states I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions, and to overcome all the power of the enemy nothing will harm you however do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven. Hebrews 4-12 for the word of God is living and active sharper than any double-edged sword it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joint and marrow it judges the thoughts, and attitudes of the heart.

If we let the devil in, even though we may not see it with sinners eyes he starts to change us. We can become bitter, negative, abusive, worried, hopeless, helpless etc. We are hard to look at or be in the presence of, just like a beetle infested rose, but if we use the word of god to overcome evil, we can be an inspiration for others, and a pleasure to be around.

If your heart and mind are empty there’s more room for the devil to occupy. Filling that empty space with scripture is a good way to ensure he doesn’t move in. As Christians we should stop negative thoughts, feeling or actions as soon as they begin, remember the word of god is sharper than any double-edged sword, when the devil makes a visit, send him packing with the word of God.

Philippians 4:8-9

8 In conclusion, my friends, fill your minds with those things that are good and that deserve praise: things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and honorable. 9 Put into practice what you learned and received from me, both from my words and from my actions. And the God who gives us peace will be with you.

Your Word (Poem)

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By louis gander

Why can’t I write one poem, Lord,
that gathers people ’round,
that opens eyes and opens hearts
to all Your truths I’ve found –
among the pages of Your Book,
which tells me how to live –
which tells life’s truths, both good and bad –
and how I should forgive.

Why can’t I write one poem, Lord,
that brings the people ’round,
and opens hearts so they forgive
so that Your peace is found –
Your peace of dulcet harmony
which flows from day to day,
which brings us closer to Your Word –
and shows us how to pray.

Why can’t I write one poem, Lord,
that calls all wicked, wild,
the selfish men, bad women too –
and every sinful child –
who desecrate Your garden, Lord,
who desecrate Your laws,
who desecrate Your truth and love…
and then wait for applause.

Why can’t I write one poem, Lord,
that brings the people ’round,
so they’d forgive the other folks
and hopefully be found –
sitting on the many pews
inside these hallowed halls,
inside our humble churches where –
a still, small voice still calls.

Lord, You are so much greater than
my sorted words can brag,
coming from this shaky hand
attached to this old rag.
But maybe this reminder here
can make us humbly look –
at not a bunch of rhyming words,
but rather at Your Book.

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Written 9-15-13 by louis gander.   FREE to print and use, but only with copyright information included – NOT for resale.  Thank You!

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