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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Behold my hands




There he stands hoe in his hands, fresh turned earth beneath his feet.
Callused hands and whetherd face, seamed with scares from what seems like fate.
Praying for rain but not too much, wondering if he’s done enough.
Day is over night has come the songs of life have all been sung.
 Songs of suffering and of pain little ones crying, hunger reins.


Driving through a dark street last night, saw her standing by the side.
Scantly dressed under the light, waiting to be chosen for the night,
eyes of pain and heart so drear, Longing for love but finding fear.
Question of beauty in her soul, afraid to leave, where can she go?


Awake in the dark the suns gone down, the cold floors hard he dare get up.
The sound of what’s called love flows through the wall, He’s six years old, yes that’s all
The stillness broken the white car halts, shots ring out another man falls.
His mom cries herself to sleep, the dads been gone since he was conceived.


Betrayed by a friend life must be cheap, king of glory tried as a thief.
His back in ribbons, the blood flows free, collapsed exhausted, then came the tree.
Three spikes of iron driven deep, there wept His mother at His feet.
And when at last His voice did cry, they said surly the son of God just died.


Peace be unto you don’t fear is what He said when He appeared.
Behold my hands and my feet, it is myself come and see.
The King of glory feels your pain He know the suffering He’s seen the shame.
For all mankind He bleed, He died my Christ my Lord was crucified.

 

 






Wednesday, July 18, 2012

A man in need



Please pray for our midnight masked friend. Pray for his heart that it would be broken before God. His broken life of inner turmoil and unrest, fighting for an identity, a validity for life. Claiming to know Christ yet oppressed by the enemy not being able to experience the joy and fulfilment of worshiping our Creator.
Pray for us as we relate to him socially behind the mask of courtesy. That our actions, words and our thoughts would worship God and display His love to this man. That through our testimony he would receive God's grace to redeem his broken life.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

God needs men




God needs men to climb the mountains.

 God needs men to ford the streams.

Men with fire in their spirits.

Men with empires in their dreams.



Men who move like soldiers, marching.

Men of peace and men of war.

Men who live and die for Jesus.

As our fathers heretofore. 



Men with eyes like steel, and noble.

Men who speak the truth and die.

Men who walk within the furnace.

Ne’er complain nor ask Him why. 



These make fodder for the canon.

These make kindling for the flame.

Men who walk among life’s ashes.

Head erect and heart the same. 



Men who match the tracks of Jesus.

Men who pattern after Paul.

Men who hear the call of duty.

And respond by giving all. 



Men whose conscience can’t be purchased.

Friend indeed when your not there.

When the teeth of foes are gnashing.

You feel twice a millionaire. 



Let me be this man, oh let me.

Qualify from day to day.

Faltering flesh but not immortal.

Face like flint I’m on my way.


-Author unknown-