Thank You Lord for the Poem
(Ps 31, 2/23/08 2:18 am)

Together we accomplish much and with God on our side
we cannot be denied.
No confusion/no shame,
only ourselves to blame.

Our foolishness -- as we grow from infants -- to teens
-- to mature saints. O' Father our God is the one who truly SEES.

He knows our weakness and all our pain,
He knows our path and what we are about to gain.
He knows our up's and our downs,
He knows our joys and all our rounds frowns.
He calls us, equips us and sends us one and all.
Then it's up to us to answer HIS CALL.

Hey, will you preach, will you teach, will you reach a dying soul?

All for my glory or have you become waxed cold?
Come to me my weary soldier, I'll stir up the passion and kindle the fire, the zeal you carry deep down in your embers.
Just a little wind (mighty whirlwind) from heaven
can purge out that little piece of flesh called leaven.
You'll become white as snow, you'll begin to glow.
And pretty soon all will come and want to know
"what has happened to you, we want to know.
We need that reflective glow,
but our lamps are dim, the oil is low."
Oh you'll say "do not fret, it's easy, get back to basics and rekindle the passion.
LOVE ON JESUS and soon you'll carry this heavenly fashion.
Just when you think there's nothing but gloom,
The Holy Spirit will give you a new beautiful tune.
He'll tell you the banquet is closer to you
that there is no more time for you to snooze!
All things are in order, your name tag is in place,
you're about to finish this journeys race.
So get ready for dancing, singing and stuff
'cause pretty soon this place will seem like all junk.
You can only imagine what's waiting for you in heaven.
Just get ready, stay ready, stay pure and without leaven,

Because there is no place like the glory you'll experience one day soon, standing with the saints who finished the race to HEAVEN.