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Another day above the dirt
The clay from which I came
Another day to give God praise
Instead, I still complain

Why did You not grant my prayer?
Why don’t I have more stuff?
Why did You give to others?
It’s obvious they have enough.

Why did it have to rain today?
The day I chose for fun
Why not chase those clouds away?
I’d rather have more sun?

Yes another day above the dirt
The earth and common dust
Much easier to groan than grin
So much easier to fuss

But as the African proverb says
We come to a common end
A leaf spends more time on the ground
Than it does upon the limb

Psalm 150:6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord

I am pro-life
I am pro-drone
A mixed bag of buts
Yet I am not alone

I am pro-choice
Death penalty no good
Mixed bag of buts
Not understood

Second Amendment
High taxes, high spending
Mixed bag of buts
List never ending

We buy it in bundles
Traditional values aren’t real
Kill, enslave, and dominate
Free markets that kill

A mixed bag of buts
I like this but not that
Doesn’t matter what’s true
Don’t confuse me with fact

Terrorists wear scarves
Have strange sounding names
Like Smith, Jones and Walters
Mixed bag of buts, just the same

I want to be like my Father
Holy, Perfect and Kind
Forgiving Just and Peaceful
I want His thoughts in my mind

I want to know of His mercy
Filled with His unending grace
My life is totally self-centered
I want Christ to be seen on my face

Holy Spirit, make me like my Father
Give me His tender, generous love
I want to be more like my Father
And that can only come from above

Matthew 5:48 Be perfect as your Father in Heaven is perfect

Philipians 2:3 Let this mind be in you as was in Christ Jesus

I delivered your baby in pieces
Bits of flesh a hand then a foot
I tore it from your safe body
Threw to the trash with the soot

The heart had already stopped beating
I injected it with an adult overdose
So by the time I delivered those pieces
Was it alive? No, not even close.

But the remnants put up a struggle
I scraped the remains from your womb
What God intended as nurture
I instead made it a tomb

I have no idea where those parts are
Those bits of flesh now have no breath
I delivered just bits and pieces
And I was paid for causing its death

Psalm 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knows right well. 15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

Without the Resurrection
He is just another guy
Just one more fanatic
With another cause to die

Just a man who felt important
Just a man who did much good
Just a man who lived his life
As best as he felt he could

But because He rose from death
Because He felt its sting
Because He knew its sorrow
He alone can bring

New life to all who know Him
Perfect peace to all who claim
That He is not just another guy
God incarnate, Christ Jesus is His name

1 Corinthians 15:55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

Will there be gut sucking in heaven?
When I stand on the Savior’s scale
Will it matter that I overindulged
On things that are worthy of hell?

Will Jesus look at the weighty issues
Like avarice, gluttony and greed?
Will He overlook those extra pounds
As wants substituted as need?

Will God in heaven notice the difference
From the forms I filled out at Pearly gates?
Will He look down at the real numbers
That speaks in kilos, pounds and stone weights?

Will Christ discern the real difference
Will He ascertain that I’m not so light?
Will the Father pay real attention
Will my robe in heaven be too tight?

Such weighty matters concern me
I want to look good for the King
So I stand on balances to see
Does God’s scale measure all things?

Did I reach out to the naked and hungry
Did I soothe the wounded in pain
Or did I further indulge my own pleasures
Adding more to this hefty weight gain?

No there will be no gut sucking in heaven
God measures by heart not by sight
He sees through my veiled self-assessment
He measures perfectly, He gets it right.

Luke 12:2
For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known

1 Corinthians 3:13
Every man’s work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is.

Song of Songs 2:16
“My Beloved is mine, and I am His…”

Give Me your body
Just as I gave you Mine
A seductive request
From the Savior divine

I have seen you naked before
I saw your parents conceive
About you not a thing I ignore
This one truth please believe

I’ll shield you from fire
I’ll keep you by grace
From filth, muck and mire
You will have no disgrace

Give Me all of your thoughts
Release to Me your whole mind
The temptations you fought
The sins that still bind

I’ll give you good rest
I’ll cleanse and make pure
When you are put to a test
Your success will be sure

Give Me all of your love
Your hopes and your dreams
Think on things up above
Not on things as they seem

Make Me all you desire
Make me your heart’s treasure
Of My love you won’t tire
It’s not transient pleasure

I’ll add delight to your smile
I’ll make your soul feel complete
Other lovers and friends
Cannot really compete

I know where to touch you
Where it hurts, how to soothe
I created your body
I know where you’re bruised

If true love is your hunger
If it’s true peace you seek
Look no further, no longer
I am the Lover who is meek.

I am buying God a watch
To help Him keep better time
He shows up when He wants to
His concerns don’t seem to match mine

I have a list of questions
A short list of demands
He seems so disinterested
I want to know where He stands

So I have decided the Almighty
Must have overslept
He has given me some promises
I expect them to be kept

So Dear Father lets do this
Our watches synchronize
I’ll send up prayer requests
Just asYou open your eyes

It is not that I am in a hurry
But I am indeed finite
I have lots of stuff to do
So I’ll send my list tonight

By tomorrow, if you’re not busy
Read my lists, grant my requests
It’s a long list, so don’t get dizzy
WhenYou are finished, then You can rest

Ps 90:4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

It was a horribly, terribly wasted day
Because I wanted to do things my very own way
I had a list of things I felt I must do
But, You had an agenda that You wanted too

So I wrestled and fought so I could realize
The things I desired, the things that I prize
And though You reminded me of my free choice
You kept calling me with that smooth loving voice

At the end of the day I took note that my list
Was somehow deleted, it did not exist
There were people with whom I had shared a big smile
Some I don’t even like, in my way, in the aisle

So to say that it was a horribly, terribly wasted day
Is to really ignore that You did have Your way
You used me to help and You used me to heal
You used me to let others Your real presence feel

So I thank You sweet Lord for your persistence and grace
Each day given me is to let others see Your kind face

Ps 32:8 I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will counsel thee with mine eye upon thee.

If all of my patients survive
If I only made perfect decisions
If those near death were still alive
I would glory in my own great precision

If all of the wounds I created
Were perfect in size and in length
If no flesh was crushed or macerated
I would have perfect knowledge and strength

If I never had to deal with a death
If I never had to confront pain and sorrow
If I never had to pronounce the last breath
I could let Jesus some of my own wisdom borrow

Lazarus though once raised life still ended
And those healed by the Savior’s strong hand
Disease in remission, fevers cooled, bones mended
Still faced illness and perished from the land

If I did not know Jesus’ comfort and care
If I relied on my own knowledge and reason
I would glory in myself without prayer
And find no one to comfort me in my season

Yes my season of illness and death does draw nearer
Each breath that I take is one less
With each heartbeat eternity is much clearer
So I must ask my sweet Savior to bless

Don’t move over Jesus, I’m too weak
Take center stage take control as You will
Remind me again please do speak
I’ll stand quiet, I’ll submit, I’ll be still

Isa 42:8 I am the LORD: that is my name: and my glory will I not give to another, neither my praise to graven images.