The Story

The story
That changed the world
The life of every human saved
Condemned to sin but rescued by him
How amazing is our Lord

Came as a babe
Vulnerable in flesh
Crying for mother as we did once
Born in a manger
We find it strange For God to come
How amazing is our Lord

Prophesied in our books
Memorized and taught
That the Son of God will come for us
Did he not?
Yet in disbelief we stood
With faith the size of an atom
And ridiculed and scorned Him
In forgetfulness of the Word

He healed
He preached
He humbled himself
No blaspheme or pride left from his lips
Rarely did he claim to be the Son
Still we denied him to be the one
How amazing is our Lord

Fed up with his suspected charade
We crucified him
On the cross he laid
No begging of mercy
No cries of regret
He bore the punishment
He paid our debt
How amazing is our Lord

The 3rd day he rose
Yes from the dead he rose
And he met the men and women
Who followed him
Mary cried
Peter rose his hands in praise
As Jesus ascended from his grave
How amazing is our Lord

The story that impacted you and me
Is more than a story
It's history
Power unimaginable
Love unconditional
How amazing is our Lord

Masculinity

What makes the man masculine?
The "m" in the word and the tower of its capital?
Or is it the assonance in the "a" that reveals his softness.
Could it also be the "n" that seals the word's end?
Or is it a physical thing instead of the word itself?
Building the biceps,
Working the triceps,
Exercising till the abs come home.
Wrestling a tool to woo a mistress,
And being her shield from harm.
Is masculinity in his mind, if it has left his body behind?
Advising every person and being the smartest in his class.
Or is it in his heart to mend brokenness in his family,
To love firmly and freely with no restraints?
Masculine is a word made by men.
The meaning stemming from their minds.
So really it is up to interpretation as the years go by.
Back then it was ruler and patriarch, sadly there's still that today.
But the majority of this century see protector and provider.
The most important themes I see, that stem from masculinity,
Are: strength--not physical, but in understanding and love.
Pride--not boastful, but confidence to keep him up.
Wisdom--not genius, but can decide from right and wrong.
And God--not proclaiming to be, but portraying as he.
All these things can,
I believe,
 Make a male a man.

Red Rover

Over and over
Red rover red rover,
I hear a call for your name.

The sound is a siren
Cryin and Dyin,
And waiting for the day you will come.

And yet you don't know.
Your oblivion shows.
While the cries become echoed and famed.

Desire is the purpose
Take this poem as a service,
And open your ears you dumb!

On My Way

I was stuck in rut
I didn't know where to go
I didn't know who to turn to
And my spirit was low

I was searching for that touch
That would spark life again
That would bring day to my darkness
And would silence my aching pen

Uncertainty consumed me
When it came to deciding
The next chapter of my life
The stress was abiding
inside of my chest and weighing me down
Didn't know that there was always someone providing

Once I awakened myself
From the nightmarish dream
And disregarded all of the little things
and ignored the past
and awaited the future,
The slash in my side was joined with a suture

I could focus on one moment at a time
So that my path was one crooked, crazy line
Uncertainty caressed me
Shake turned to sway
I have no clue where I'm going
but I'm on my way

Good Morning

Heaven is that better place
Where my Father looks on me
He sees every tear that falls
Down my cheek
He knows my every thought
And every word I speak
Thats why every morning is good one for me

Gates of gold
Streets so clean
A place where no pain or sin can capture me
You ask "how do you know that's where you're gonna be?"
It's all because Jesus died and rose to set me free!

Refuge

Adversary, hardship, enemies, stumbling block
All are words of discoursgement
All are words that tear me down
Break until I am no more

Where do i go to be molded once again?
What repair shop will fix me up?
I am only garbage in the world's eyes
Waiting only to be devoured by the rats in the sewers

So where should I go?
I am nearly empty and my heart is wearing thin.
Where is my refuge?
The place where i have peace
The place that will ready me to face my demons
Where? Who? Who is out there!

I am here.
This soft whisper you hear is the mechanic of your heart
Come and i will fix you
This soft touch you feel is your refuge, willing to give you peace
I am here.
I am God.

Judge

Judge

Who's the judge here?

As a matter of fact who has the right to judge?

If I were deemed the ultimate judge, fairness wouldn't, couldn't be a factor.

Why?

Because everyone has a bias or a preference.

How can I judge if I don't know the person, 

Know their background or their lifestyle?

In fact how can i judge anyone?

I'm not perfect; nobody is

So nobody has the right.

Only one being deserves this right.

The Father, the Alpha and Omega.

God is the one and only ultimate judge.

Only He knows each and every person

He knows their faults, their weaknesses,

Yet He still loves unconditionally.

He accepts each and every person the way they are.

Only He is without fault!

He deserves no judgment, so he has this right.

So why is it we judge day by day?

Whether it's by appearance-we don't always like right to everyone

Whether it's by how we interact-we don't always say the right thing

or whether it's by the wrong we've done-we aren't without sin

Why is it so hard to love as Jesus did?

To accept the undesirables?

Jesus was without sin, yet he never judged.

God judges us all once, yet we as sinners judge daily.

Jesus died for our sins to guarantee entry to heaven, 

But we think someone better off in hell for sinning.

We have no right!

Nowhere in God's word does it say Christians can judge.

No, as followers we should pray for and encourage those who are judged.

To be like Jesus is our goal,

So why not start pushing for it.