Month: March 2021

Love is everything
The core of the universe
The substance of Heaven
The hope of God’s children

Love is the reason
That Christ gave His life
Love is the anchor
In life’s fiercest storm

Love is the miracle
Of a new birth
The door to eternity
Purchased by blood

Love is the source
Of all that is good
Love’s the fulfillment
Of all that God promised

Love is the healing stream
Man’s quest for righteousness
All these and more
For love is born of God

So many dreams of yesterday
Forever lost along the way
So many more not yet fulfilled
Though spiritually they’ve been instilled

Lord, You have not revealed to me
The visions I was blessed to see
My future is a mystery
I don’t know where You’re leading me

But this I know, You’ve given me
Prosperity ability
Now is the time to use that gift
Time for a major paradigm shift

And daily as I grow  in You
I know Your grace will see me through
Direct my footsteps, Lord, I pray
That I might walk in destiny’s way

Though storm clouds clothe the sky in gloom
Beyond them lies the sun
Though oft our lives seem worthless
There’s hope for everyone

Though oft’ our hearts are broken
There’s healing for each wound
The Healing balm of Gilead
To patch up lives once ruined

Though there is death around us
We’ve life abundantly
For Jesus took our sin away
Through death at Calvary

Swiftly the years
Have passed me by
On gossamer wings
Unnoticed did fly

Many years
Have withered away
And a new dawn has broken
To herald the day

Many years
I’ve been given by grace
And many more promised
As I run this race

Much time has been wasted
And much time well spent
Of time that was wasted
My Lord, I repent

Swiftly the years
Still allotted to me
Will come to an end
And Your dear face I’ll see

May I use wisely
The time still decreed
Exalting Your name
Both in word and in deed

A Dove once saved some soldiers
Surrounded by their foe
During a bloody battle
Many years ago

It was a soldier’s mascot
And it was their last hope
Of fetching re-enforcements
By delivering their note

The little dove flew bravely
Though wounded in it’s flight
With broken leg and crippled wing
Continued in its plight

At last, mortally wounded
It reached its journey’s end
And in its death saved many lives
This worthy little friend

The dove reminds me of Christ Jesus
Who left His Heavenly throne
Our lives were in His hands
He had to take the message Home

Though hacked and bruised and bleeding
And nailed upon a tree
Mortally wounded for our sins
He died to set us free

His message was delivered
I’ve paid the price of sin
My blood has washed man white as snow
Death has no hold on him

He learnt to use his talent
As a little boy of three
Singing to the adults
As he sat upon their knee

He learnt to play the music
That he loved on a guitar
His little face aglow with pride
As he played each bar

People loved to listen
For they thought he was unique
For this boy had developed
His very own technique

Throughout the years that followed
This talent ruled his life
It caused him endless heartaches
And arguments and strife

Yet he so loved the music
That it possessed his soul
He played all kinds of music
From a waltz to rock and roll

The people cheered and clapped and screamed
And called for an encore
As the music blared and people danced
And swirled across the floor

Though he did not realise it
Many souls were sent to Hell
As they worshipped to the music
That he learnt to play so well

She loiters in a doorway
Or the corner of a street
Dressed to excite the passion
Of the man she is to meet

Her attire is seductive
Her demeanour self assured
Her every move enticing
She is loud and unperturbed

She knows he may be married
But that’s not her concern
Her only interest is
The sum of money she will earn

He’s only one of many
Who fall into her snare
She doesn’t even know his name
Nor does she really care

There are so many like her
As shallow and as cheap
Destroying many souls
In the destruction that they reap

Their end is in Hell fire
On that great and dreadful day
When Christ Jesus passes judgment
For they walk the evil way

But what about you, Brother
You know they’re doing wrong
And yet you will not help them
Your pride is much too strong

You could tell them of Jesus
Whose precious blood was shed
For forgiveness of their sins
For He died in their stead

And what about you Sister
You look the other way
You do not stop to speak to them
For what will people say

Yet Jesus loves the prostitute
The woman at the well
Was a predestined seed
She did not go to Hell

But on the Day of Judgment
When your very soul’s laid bare
What will you have to answer
Knowing that you didn’t care

So often the sins of the fathers
Cause fingers to point at their kin
“Like father, like son” reads the idiom
“Like mother, like daughter” they grin

So often the sins of the children
Are laid at the parents’ door
They’ve either been spoilt or neglected
Of this the gossips are sure

Though it’s true there are family curses
Hereditary demons passed on
We need not give in to their influence
We can rid us of them and move on

But how many look a bit deeper
They’d see just how wrong man can be
Each person’s an individual
With a choice of being bound or being free