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:

Deny Him

He knew that I would deny Him
Refuse to even acknowledge His name
Yet He loved and even embraced me
Though I held Him in contemptuous shame
When asked ‘do you know Jesus?’

I held my tongue, silent, in fear
Who would notice or care that I claimed Him
Though He named me as precious and dear
Now I question, I wonder, I fret

Why did I hold Him in such awful reproach?
Then He holds His scarred hands towards me
He bids me come near and approach
Oh the wonder of such love that embraces

Despite my refusal, my pride, and self interest
The Christ bids me, He even does beg me
Come close; lay my head on His breast
So even though I deny that I know Him

He will never deny whom He calls
He picks me up no matter how filthy
I am when I stumble and fall
Come unto me all you are burden and heavy laden

And I will give you rest
Take My load, I’ve done the hard work
I have already passed the test

Matthew 11:28

Isaiah 53:3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.