Prayer a Lame Excuse

The beggar looked right in my face
His request  I could not avoid
Would you help me get a bite to eat
I tried not to look annoyed
I used a lame excuse that time
I told him, I would pray
He wanted something definite
Instead I chose to say
I see your need is real my brother
Give me time to think about it
Besides what is the rush right now
God will show me, please don’t doubt it
And then I turned away and left
As though trying to resolve it
I knew that if I ignored this man
For sure someone else would solve it
I like to use the prayer excuse
It’s spiritual and neat
And then I can sit at table full
And not worry what others eat

Proverbs 3:27 Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of your hand to do it

James 2:15 If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food,

James 2:16 And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit?

Isaiah 1:13 Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.

Isaiah 1:14Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hates: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.

Isaiah 1:17 Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.

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.

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:

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.