What Is Wrong With Humanity?

Why can’t we as humans get along
Why do we strive and fight
Could it be deep down inside
That something is just not right
Why do we feel entitled
Like life should treat us fair
But who determines right and wrong
To what do we compare
Is there anyone in this broken world
Who holds the missing key
To release us from our prison cells
Who can stop our enmity
Yes, there is One; I know His name
I walk with Him each day
He takes away fear and anxiety
That the world daily throws my way
So if you truly want to know
How life was meant to be
The answers are found in Jesus Christ
And the Godhead Trinity.

Hope this poem gives you the push today that Jesus got you anytime, any day.

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The Best Is Yet To Come

It’s another Friday and the weekend is here. This piece is for the road. Hope you like it!

I closed my eyes in what seemed like a dream, and opened them in another land. I saw trees that were perfect, the bluest sky, and many things I could not understand.

I heard sounds that appeared as great choirs, all singing with a melody of praise. I saw people arrayed in the brightest apparel that blinded of heavenly rays.

There were creatures I saw that were so different, yet all were so beautiful and kind. I searched my thoughts to see if I had seen such a sight, yet nothing like these came to my mind.

Their appearance was very awesome, and yet somehow you still had no fear. They just stared as though they were beckoning you to follow, with a love that just drew you near.

The grass was so green, with not a blade out of place, and the streets seemed like streams made of gold. Everything looked, as though it had just been created, for nothing was battered or old.

I saw no sun casting shadows about, yet the brilliance was of a shining array. I saw no darkness just magnificent colors, as if waking to a perfect day.

The families I passed all turned, waved, and smiled, with a joy that just seemed so complete. As I turned around I saw a massive throne, with others kneeling down at God’s feet.

Crowns were now being laid down before Him, the rewards of the faithful and true. One of them called me to come forward, yet I had no crown, so what could I do?

I lowered my face, looking down to the street; I had shame, guilt, and despair. Then I felt a hand take hold of mine, and He promised to walk with me there.

Tears began to fall from my eyes, yet He reached out and wiped them away. He introduced me as faithful and true; I was quiet with nothing to say.

My knees gave way, and I fell down in worship, as a crown was then placed in my hand. The shame and guilt then disappeared, and I began to, now understand.

I turned my face up to the throne; I saw Jesus He was smiling so sweet. I took that crown that He had given to me and I laid it at my Savior’s feet.

Then I stood to my feet as others had done, and then received His very best.

When I heard Jesus, say “well-done good and faithful servant, now enter my Father’s rest.”

The New Chance: His Love

How have you reacted to the murder of Jesus Christ? Did you laugh when you heard? Cry? Ignore? Or have you taken the chance that His death on the cross and subsequent resurrection affords you?

Evilness, corruption and disarray,
The world is full of it today.

Yet He was loving, compassionate and filled with care,
When I was so ignorant and stuck in sin’s lair.

He endured nails, blood and shame,
While I laughed at His terrible but patient pain.

Before the death He said, “I shall rise from the grave, I will,”
And His covenant He did fulfill.

He loved us, He cared for us and saved you and I,
And now I’ll take the new chance of His love and turn from Satan’s desperate cry.

How Can I Love Jesus More?

A question from a concerned reader.

Love is never centered in the external things we do, but in the longing of the heart. The Pharisees read and memorized many books of the Scriptures, prayed long prayers, fasted two times a week, and strictly adhered to all of the religious requirements that they had been taught, but they did not love God. It is great to read the Bible and pray, to sing and praise, and to do all of the other external aspects of religion, but only if we first love God.

Jesus said of the Jewish leaders of His day that the people honor Him with their lips but their heart is far from Him (Matthew 15:7-9). Love towards God is making God the object of one’s affections in the heart. The first and great command is to love God with all of our hearts. As we draw our hearts towards our God, the heart’s desires for sin will weaken.

You ask how you can love Jesus more.

Love is a command in Scripture. Love is drawing our hearts into another. We grow in love as we draw our hearts towards our Savior. We long for Him.

We seek to be with Him. We treasure His company. We meditate on His words. We adore Him. We thank him from the heart. We spend quality time with Him. We do not see Him as the means to something else, but He Himself is the special treasure we seek.

May Jesus become the love of your life, your joy, and delight. If you draw your heart to Him, you will gain a treasure that will supersede the passing pleasures of sin.

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Paradise Vs Pleasure

God forgive us when we leave your side
When we hop on that haunting black ride.

Only to hop right back off again
Returning to you asking forgiveness of sin.

It seems to be an ongoing routine
There’s still filth in our life Lord and we want to be clean.

However these are choices that you give us to make.

For Heaven’s sake . . . literally speaking
What is it that we’re actually seeking?
A life with you or a life of our own selfish desires.

As we continue helping Satan stoke them fires.

When will we recognize this and actually turn . . . for good.

As we should . . . and I know we all mess up that’s very clear.

But when we continue to do the same things over and over again it’s like we show no fear.

No reverence for the one who made us
The one who said he’d never forsake us
The one who felt as though he was forsaken.

Hanging on the cross after the beating he had taken.

Lord give us eyes to see the flesh being torn from your body with each unforgiving strike.

Lord gives us ears to hear your cries so that we may know what it was like.

Lord give us a heart that will feel the excruciating pain that you willingly felt
Lord show us that we are those Romans carrying out the punishment dealt.

Will we scoff at you as one did or will we ask that you remember our name?
When we make that decision to follow you Lord our lives should never be the same.

Eternal paradise or temporary pleasure?

Which one do you really treasure?

Silent Words Are Useless

I’ve got my opinions as any other;
Hopefully, I’ll be clear and you’ll understand that our silent words are useless –

For the trees will willingly clap their hands.

The one true God spoke into existence
the birds, fishes, plants, mammals, Earth and all forms of life including . . .
Humble beginnings of Mankind’s birth.

The sound of our individual voices
is something that God covets and enjoys;

He wants our unadulterated praise verbalized with heartfelt, cheerful, and celebratory noise.

Our real outward expressions of faith
for acknowledging His holy ways
can only be accomplished via . . .
Sincere, loving and audible praise.

So open your mouth during Church worship and praise Him without doubt!
For your silent words are useless –
Causing even the rocks . . . to cry out.

The Fall In Each Person’s Life

This,is an example of a human life..

When and how it happen.
But never knew why it did…
Playing in the whiten pure snow,
Feels free with no darkness and envy,
Spins your body around with ease,
No pain,
No stress,
Until the year of your age pass,
The curiosity,
The confusion,
The smoke and thick clouds surrounds you,
The whiten snow in which you are stepping on turns dry,
Piece by piece inside you starts to die,
The ground cracks and you fall,
Fall and fall,
The lights fades further away,
Don’t know where to grab,
Don’t know where to stay,
Cannot run, cannot hide,
Because the darkness, are already inside,
Too alone to scream,
Should you still now follow your dream?
You stumped into a dark pitch forest,
None colour of white,
Not even a beam of light,
You stand up,
Try to find a way out,
No clue of how many years passed,
The pain,
The torture,
The sadness,
You gave up,
Struggled to get use to it,
Then,
A loud roar you heard,
A light of flame you see,
What is it going to be?
You run towards,
You see,
A humongous dragon,
Firing the forest,
The light you have not seen for so long,
No weapon to fight,
But the determination becomes your shield,
And your bravery becomes your armor,
It is never meant to slay,
You run and climb on to it,
controls it,
and made it fly,
Fly and find where you have fallen,
Fly into the sky and you try,
to fight more for freedom..
To fulfill your life with justice,
while you fly up high
you see,
All the stupidity,
the ignorant of human nation,
which cannot be stopped unless they know what pain is,
is that what it called eternity?
You defeated the darkness and you finally fly,
maybe its not darkness,
but a blessing in disguise….

Dust And Destiny: A Reminder That We’re Here Is No Accident.

God formed the first man
From the dust,
As an earthen vessel of clay,
Then blew in his nostrils
The breath of life,
His image to set on display.

As a Master Artist
Shows his passion for life,
On canvas, gold, silver or stone,
So the Lord demonstrated
His wisdom and love,
By not leaving His vessel alone.

The Maker gazed
At earth, water and sky,
At all living things He had created,
But of all the great creatures
That He had made,
In mankind He was pleased and elated.

Some say we are here
By random chance,
Without purpose or reason or rhyme,
But I know the Lord God
Fashioned my life,
Long before the beginning of time.

So you can choose
To think that life,
Is a product of happenstance,
But I will choose
To believe in the God,
Of new life and second chance.

A Sheep Among Wolves

They led Him away bound with chains,
To the mob gathered by the High Priest,
The ones who the very night before,
Celebrated the Passover feast.

He faced off against His accusers alone,
For His friends had forsaken and fled,
The High Priest deemed Him deserving of death,
Long before any words had been said.

The leaders thought they were in control,
That by killing Christ they would soon win,
Blind to the fact that they were on trial,
And that they were condemned in their sin.

They angrily questioned Him and accused,
Claiming blasphemy, treason and lies,
While He spoke not a word to defend Himself,
For He knew He was pure in God’s eyes.

They cried out, “Are You the Son of God?”
Jesus said, “You say rightly I am.”
By those words He sealed His destiny,
Of becoming God’s sacrifice Lamb.

The God who created all mankind,
Chose to lay down His life to atone,
And endured the penalty for our sin,
So that we would not face death alone.

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A Sinner Like Me

Pushing this flesh into alignment,
guided by The Word most holy and pure,
I’m striving to learn principles
for a sanctified life to endure.

My Lord loves me without hesitation
and allowed a part of Himself to die.
He’s calling me homeward without reservation;
by His Spirit, to His side, I’ll eventually fly.photo-1445964047600-cdbdb873673d

Knowing I’m a child of His,
during trying times I find true encouragement.
I’m able to lean on His strength
while in search of heavenly ascent.

Stumbling forward with pained progress,
I’ve chosen to turn myself towards Thee.
On Your path, lit by spiritual Light, I’m hoping…
That You will still forgive… a sinner like me.

Drugged and Delivered

This is not just a poem, but a true life story of an anonymous sister who decided to share her story with the world.

I was once living in a world of drugs
Smoking and drinking not caring who I was
The devil had my life and a good hold on me
I was fighting a battle that I just couldn’t see

I smoked all day and I smoked all night
I prayed when I finished because I knew it wasn’t right
But soon as I got money I started again
Not realizing I was lost in sin

I still prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ
Praying that the Lord would change my life
My family turned their backs on me
My children’s dad he just let me be

So I stayed away doing my thing
Smoking and drinking every day the same
I lost everything that I ever had
My life started to look really bad

But one day the Lord had mercy on me
He answered my prayers and he set me free
I’m filled with the Holy Ghost and speaking in tongues
and now I have the power to make that dirty old devil run

Yet There Is Hope

Why do I love what I hate to do?
Why is there such strong attraction?
To that which wages war with my soul,
And would seek to cause death and destruction?
Why is there such a strong longing for,
The things that I know are so wrong?
My fight seems to be, without much relief,
In a world where I truly don’t belong.

Are there others out there, who feel the pull,
Of enticements the world throws their way?
Or am I the only weakened warrior,
The only sheep that has gone far astray.

I cry, beg and plead and I sense the deep need,
To stop the dark path that I’m treading,
If I were a surgeon, I would operate,
And cut out the cancerous spreading,
Oh wretched man that I am!
Who could ever save me, who has strayed so far from the path?
Still there is hope worth clinging to,
To be saved from God’s powerful wrath.

Could it be true, that God Himself,
Was subjected to that which we face?
That He suffered and died and was brought back to life,
To redeem us from sin’s every trace.

Oh, if it is true, what a glorious thought,
To be called the King’s own special friend.

To live with Him in sinless paradise,
And to know life that will never end.

There is a grand mystery in the great trinity,
A love that’s both fierce and all wise.

For when we are weak, then He is strong,
And blessings often come in disguise.

So if you ever feel like quitting the race,
Remember He’s there right beside you.

Quietly, lovingly cheering you on,
Your Champion just waiting to guide you.

Victory Through Suffering

Precious blood, so innocent, shed,
Crown of thorns forced upon His head,
Nails piercing, hands full of love,
His Father watching in pain from above.

Though love cannot stand,
The heinous scene,
By divine restraint,
He does not intervene.

Holy eyes behold,
More than heart can bear,
Holy ears hear,
The son’s cry of despair.

Such a cruel ordeal,
Does the old dragon dare
To flaunt his work,
And appear from his lair?
Yes in pride he appears,
And mocks through the crowd,
His spirit haughty,
Malicious and loud.

Sinless Man of Sorrows,
Well acquainted with grief,
Taunted by rulers,
And mocked by a thief.

His words are few,
His sacrifice great,
Seeking the lost,
In a world full of hate.

Victory cry, loud and clear,
The end has come, death is near,
Triumphant and confident, silence is broken,
Words of power, “It is finished!” are spoken.

His mission completed,
The journey is through,
But the story lives on,
It is faithful and true.

One And The Other

Both men received the same sentence,
Both would serve the same penalty,
One man would live in paradise,
The other too blinded to see.

One’s heart was stonily calloused,
His sins he refused to see,
The other fully acknowledging,
Why he’d been led to Mt. Calvary.

Dragging their crosses behind them,
Gave them time to reflect on their deeds,
One man defiant and hostile,
The other aware of his needs.

But along with the two walked another,
Sentenced to die that same day,
What did he do to justify,
Them treating Him in the same way?
When they’d reached the place called Golgotha,
One thief could no longer pretend,
As their bodies were raised on the crosses,
It was certain his life would soon end.

Both men had heard the stories,
Of this carpenter from Galilee,
Who raised the dead, gave sight to the blind,
And taught of God’s great mystery.

In one it stirred up a yearning,
Of hope that endures past the grave,
The other found only anger,
And a feeling of being betrayed.
One man joined in the mocking,
“If you’re God come and set us free!”

The other studied His countenance,
His poise and His calm dignity.
In the midst of the hatred and taunting,
Jesus spoke words beyond all belief,
“Father please forgive them,”
Not in anger but chocking back grief.

At the words one man’s heart had melted,
The other stayed hardened as stone,
One entered in eyes wide open,
The other in darkness alone.

The words gave one man confidence,
To ask of Him one grand request,
“Lord remember me in your kingdom,”
“I am weary and need peace and rest.”

In the midst of the pain and anquish,
While suffering for all of our vice,
With a look of love, He said to the thief,
“Today you will see paradise.”