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Every fiber every synapse
Every sinew every cell
Every heartbeat, every breath
Every word I speak should tell

That Christ alone is Lord
That He alone can save
That our Father showed His power
By raising Him from the grave

So shout it from the marrow
Exclaim it from each hair
Let every joint and every organ
This good news loudly share

While I yet can breathe I’ll do it
While my heart still beats I’ll show
While this body still has life
I’ll help the world to know

That Jesus Christ is King
And before I return to dust
I proclaim He will return
Before my lips are cold, I must

Let everything that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD. Psalm 150:6

It’s not the tens of millions
Who never know His name
Not the endless wars
He won’t hold me to blame

It’s not the starving masses
Nor those who die from thirst
The naked refugees
Nor those who suffer worst

Oh yes His heart is grieved
After all He is the great I Am
But what really breaks His heart
Is that I just don’t give a d*mn

Oh yes some might take great offense
That I have so gruffly spoken
But the sense of indignation
Is a farce, a mere token

I pretend to wince and cry
At the tragic news today
And I feel I have done my duty
From the emotions I display

Then it’s on to my daily topics
What’s on tonight to entertain
Who will win the next awards?
Will tomorrow’s sky be rain?

I pretend to care, why bother?
If I won’t move or even budge
That is what breaks my Father’s heart
That is how He our God will judge

As I treat the Least of These
As I ignore those who are nearest
As I look down and not lift up
The poor and broken who God holds dearest

Oh yes His heart is touched
By each tragedy of mankind
But what truly breaks His heart
Is the fact that I don’t mind

I am not bothered by their pain
I am not moved to lend a hand
What breaks my Father’s heart
Is I don’t seem to give a d*mn

“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.”

You ignored your neighbor
You accused your friend
Despite your failure
You can breathe again

You lost your temper
Things you said offend
Despite your failings
You can breathe again

You covet you’re jealous
I count that as sin
Despite your shortcomings
You can breathe again

I have in my power
Your life’s beginning and end
It’s all up to Me to say
You can breathe again

Psalm 146:2 While I live will I praise Jehovah: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any …While I have breath I will give praise to the Lord

James 4:13-15 Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business, and make a profit.” You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If the Lord is willing, we will live and do this or that.”…

Lord give my enemies peace
Let their smiles and laughter increase
May they know increasing strength
To their life days add great length
May their joy and comfort never cease

Lord use their wealth as distraction
Let them know only sweet satisfaction
So that when I come to mind
They only have energy and time
To pursue peace as the right course of action

“But to you who are listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you
Luke 6:25

But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked.
Luke 6:35

I asked the Lord
Why can’t they see?
He said too much of you
And too little of Me

I defended myself
Lord, I live selflessly
He replied soft and sweetly
Still too little of Me

I cried to Him Savior
I live so humbly
They notice, He said
Still too little of Me

He listed my strengths
Things I am so proud to be
And He made me realize
There is still too much of me

When I notice my best
When I want others to see
There is too little of Him
And too much of me

John 3: 30 He must increase and I must decrease KJV

Matthew 6: 3-4 But when you give to the poor, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving will be in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.

I opened one gift last Christmas
To my great surprise and dismay
It was not close to what I wanted
Why did I bother to pray?

I’d given very clear instructions
My list was long and complete
Numbered and even highlighted
Not one item did I repeat

I did find several good things
I dare not answer in wrath
But this Holy Child Jesus, the infant
I threw this baby out with the bath

He invaded that party, that Christmas
He seemed to want center stage
I’d imagine what else He’d want
When He became fully of age

So if a repeat performance is coming
If this Christ shows up once again
I think we should rename this season
Season’s Greetings, good luck to all men

I carefully measure the money I share
I don’t want my own cupboards to ever go bare
I could actually give more
But there are so many poor
After all Jesus said; they’d always be there

I even measure the mercy I show
Being quite kind to those I love and I know
But if you cross my path
You will sure know my wrath
God’s up there, I’m in charge down below!

I dole out my pity with pride
Take a picture, and get my good side
I am sharing my wealth
But I won’t risk my own health
Now let’s go shopping on the high side

I dole out the small coins I disperse
Way down deep in my pockets and purse
I am sure they can live
On the tidbits and scraps that I give
After all without me, it’d be worse.

Matthew 6:2-4 So when you give to the poor, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be honored by men. Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full. “But when you give to the poor, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving will be in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.

Luke 6:38 Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.

I am so proud to be humble
So perfectly sure that I’m good
I have the kind of demeanor
I really know all Christians should

Unlike my less sensitive brethren
Who remain unaware of their faults
I keep myself well attuned
To the do’s and the don’ts and the ought’s

When it comes to good manners I’m keen
I open the door for old ladies
I allow the infirmed the best seats
I smile at loud crying babies

Humility is just one of my good points
With the others, I could fill volumes of books
Don’t ask others what think of me
This sin is more deadly than it looks

James 4:6 “God resists the proud,
But gives grace to the humble

I’ve made myself a vow
A creed by which to live
Remain a hurting victim
So I never need forgive

Remind the one who hurt me
Their wounds have caused me pain
Then when the wounds have healed
Rip them open once again

I’m determined to remind them
Just in case they might forget
That though they have moved on
I’m in the past still yet

I refuse to let it go
I refuse to let it cease
I will remain a victim
I don’t want them to have peace

But Jesus Christ the victim
Of my lust, my pride, my sin
Covered wounds I caused with Mercy
Never brings up my past again

If I want to be made whole
I forgive those who cause strife
There’s only death for victims
The forgivers have true life

To learn to forgive is to learn to live

Mark 11:25 And when ye stand praying forgive if ye have anything against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.

come die with me
my sweet savior bid
your life is no good
til in me its hid

die to your pleasures
die to your pain
to your earthly treasures
the things you count gain

die to your pride
die to your rights
in me fully abide
on me set your sights

for too long you contest
for too long you strive
give in to this death
submit, come alive

lose yourself in my will
lose yourself to my way
if you are dead, just be still
I will indwell you that day

come die my sweet child
take your last selfish breath
let my spirit inside
let my life give you rest

Php 1:21 For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

Col 3:3 For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.