The H Word

The H Words
There is a word; I don’t like to use it
Holiness! Makes me feel rather stiff
And so I do all I can to avoid it
Because I just want to know ‘what if?’
What if I miss out on the good things?
What if I miss out on the fun?
What if I don’t get all that’s coming?
What will I have missed when life’s done?
Should I choose to be Happy not Holy?
Should I choose to live as I please?
Do I really need to honor God in heaven?
Or indulge every pleasure every tease?
Or should I decide to be Holy not Happy?
Can holiness give me happiness too?
Oh the dilemma of these H words confused me
So I decided to ask God what to do.
He told me that life was not about me
That I was created to bring glory to Him
And that I could only be happy when holy
And to try other ways, I never would win
For Christ on the cross looked to Heaven
But to get there, He had Hell to face
He was not happy to die there
But He was holy and thus took my place
In Holiness, He pleased the Father
And that made the Father beam with delight
So if I choose to make my Father Happy
I’ll be Holy and walk in Christ’s light

Le 11:44 For I am the LORD your God: ye shall therefore sanctify yourselves, and ye shall be holy; for I am holy:

Well Done

I awakened quite early this morning
Before even the rising of sun
I knelt down at my bedside and said Master
I just want to hear you say ‘well done’
I went forth in the strength of that moment
Lots to do, life on the run
And with every encounter I paused and said Master
I just want to hear you say well done
The chores of the day seemed almost endless
Work is work, seemed there’s no time for fun
But as each task was completed I said Master
I just want to hear you say well done
As I returned home later that evening
Time to rest, before next day’s begun
I knelt down at my bedside and heard ‘my child
I just want to tell you well done’

Mt 25:21 His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.

Tender Anger

My anger is tender
That makes it unique
My wrath is quite gentle
It’s soft when I speak
I wound to heal
I break to correct
My own blood is the balm
Let it have its effect

Psalm 51:8 Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

Hebrews 12:7-8 If you endure chastening, God deals with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chastens not? But if ye are without chastening, whereof all have been made partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.

1Peter 2:24 Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.

I Won’t Be Found

I won’t be found by thinking
Your mind is feeble and flawed
Your reasoning won’t reach Me
I AM to be reverenced and awed
With logic you try to approach Me
With mere reason and simple wit
Like multiple choice questions
I AM the I AM, not some it
No I won’t held by your ransom
Following your advice and suggestions
I AM the I AM you can’t fathom
I won’t be found in today’s fashions
I won’t be found in your reasons
What seems fair and logic to you
Moods that change with the seasons
Don’t look for ME in what’s new
Your happiness plays no part
In whether I let you live or die
I speak not to your head but your heart
I won’t be found where you left Me
Where you shed tears of regret
But if you want Me, just call Me
I AM here and near for you yet

Ro 11:33 O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!

Isa 55:8 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.

Ps 34:4 I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.

Jer 29:13 And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.

Growing my Grudges

I plant each grudge seed with care
I make sure to give plenty of space
Each plant needs plenty of air
I delete any pretence of grace

Grace only inhibits the growth in soil
It won’t allow the seedlings to sprout
Mercy only makes grudges spoil
So like weeds I pull them both out

At the harvest I have plenty to show
Though nothing that can feed or make well
But the grudges are in a nice row
Take a taste and experience hell

I know my garden serves no Godly reason
It does not help, heal or even make whole
And at the end of each planting season
I lose a little bit more of my soul

I had better let Christ tend my small garden
It would be best to let Him till the ground
The fruit that He grows is sin’s pardon
And life forever in Him is found

Mt 7:20 Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.

Joh 15:4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.

Pimples and Dimples

My lover is keeps it simple
My lover makes it plain
My lover knows my laugh
My lover knows my pain

He knows I’m far from perfect
Even when I try my best
He focuses on my good points
And de-emphasize the rest

My lover kisses pimples
Those on the cheek and nose
Just as He smooches dimples
Because my lover knows

The pimples are a part of me
Their marks etched into my face
But my dimples will fade with time
Leaving wrinkles in their trace

So my lover chooses both
That is His preference, you see
Failures, faults and foibles
Is why my lover chooses me

For if he saw only dimples
And as those sweet traits do leave
His love in turn would grow cold
That would cause my heart to grieve

So he kisses every pimple
Every blackhead, mark and mole
That is love, true love indeed
My lover satisfies my soul

Psalms 103:14: For HE knows OUR frame; HE remembers that we dust.

C.S. Lewis: You don’t have a soul, you have a body. You are a soul.

Grace Followed Me There

My appetites were not really perverted
Food and water with no cupboards bare
But my hunger took me to bad places
And yet God’s grace followed me there

My senses and feelings were tingling
Sweet variations of all good and fair
I enjoyed them without even thinking
And yet God’s grace followed me there

Feeding my habits felt normal even healthy
No thought of what lay ahead, or even where
Getting drunk on the best life could offer
And yet God’s grace followed me there

When in trouble with no one to turn to
Deep in sin gasping for life saving air
Heavy darkness enveloped around me
And yet God’s grace followed me there

For His mercy would not leave me lonely
His forgiveness was my comfort and care
It seemed all was lost for eternity
And yet God’s grace followed me there

Oh the joy of sweet mercy undeserved
I thank God that He’s holy, not fair
I was in a state of depravity and uncleanness
And yet God’s grace followed me there

Ps 139:7-10-12 whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

On Husbands

It takes a tough man to be tender
Ready to forgive and not blame
To give up his rights, to surrender
To take what most would call shame

But to lead best, you become weak
Let God’s strength be yours
Its in surrender, being meek
His full strength on you pours

Being tough is the way to be tender
She knows you’re willing to die
From your own evil, you must defend her
God sends you real strength from on high

2 Corinthians 12:9: And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.

Ephesians 5:28: So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.

Feeding on Froth

I prefer to voice my disdain
To make all know my pain
I feed on my own sorrows
Feels good when I complain

I feed on my own spittle
I choke on what is little
When the feast is all around me
I chew on what is brittle

As a dying man’s death throttle
I collect my froth in bottle
When others come with struggles
I share with them these ‘bubbles’

So forgive me when I spit
Self-serving is my name
Feed on froth not satisfying
But it gives me cause to blame

God forgive me for my choking
Fixing things that are not broken
I confess my love for pity
My complaints make praise a token

Psalms 73:3 For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

Band Aid on His Cancer

I put a band aid on his cancers
I fed his hunger with a pill
I ignored the circumstances
That had really made him ill

I looked deep in my black bag
Stethoscope and BP Cuff
I assured him that in one week
My quick fix would be enough

I then took pictures of my doings
All good deeds must be recorded
When he asked: ‘ how much my camera?’
I said; ‘you can’t afford it!’

Then I bundled my belongings
Left behind unwanted clothing
Back to my air conditioned flight home
Full of self, full of loathing

Loathing the sights I again witnessed
Knowing his pill wore off that night
His cancer grows, his hunger increases
I am safe, away in flight

Do you too put band aids on the cancers?
Do you write the checks then sigh?
How on earth it got so bad?
Well, you are part the reason why.

For if you and I avoid the tumors
The wretched, filthy, destitute
We are both part of the blame
This truth we can’t refute

Give, go, or send is the commandment
That our God has long declared
Stop the quick and easy fixes
Don’t pretend I really cared

Stop the pills and, stop the potions
Short term, simple, cute, quaint answers
Lord when did I see you?
He answered; you put a band aid on My cancers

Matthew 25:40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

Isaiah 58:6 Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that you break every yoke?

Isaiah 58:7 Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that you bring the poor that are cast out to yor house? when you see the naked, that thou cover him; and that you hide not yourself from your own flesh?

Isaiah 58:10 And if you draw out your soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall your light rise in obscurity, and your darkness be as the noonday: