Showing posts with label #Redemption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Redemption. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2015

Do The Truth!!

I know the Truth!
I speak of the Truth!
I walk in the Truth!
I tell the Truth!
I don't sell the Truth!
But how do I DO the Truth?

Truth is a Living Being
By which men are sanctified
For the Word of the Lord is Living
And THAT no man can deny!

If Truth is alive - it is breathing
Walking, talking, teaching - I am sure!
And those His companionship seeking
Won't off to sin be retreating!

To do the Truth one needs Grace
And New Mercy and Love - don't forget Hope
For without these Constant Companions
We will be sniffing Sweet Sin and doing Devil Dope!

I have decided that I like love Truth
In person in practice ... every which way
So my intention is to apply to My Jesus
To keep draw me in to His Light day after day.

To Do Truth is like make wearing a garment:

You need fabric, a pattern, weights, scissors, pins, chalk, tape, needle and thread
And you need someone for whom to make the garment custom
Or it won't get over their little big head!

I went with my fabric to the Custom Tailor - Just Jesus
He wore a designer garment I really liked - Righteousness By Divine
I wanted it - he said he could make me a replica of it
But he said my fabric wouldn't work! No way! Rain nor shine!!

I agreed with his reason for not using my fabric - it had numerous slubs and color defects
And watched as he rolled out his bolt of cloth
On the table on the cross -
He said he was going to cut it on the bias
So that no drapeability would be lost!

That fabric was red thick like blood and fluid with ... like ... water
It was living ... it seemed standing - it had a tone
And when he laid out the pattern - Glorious Salvation
I knew that garment was mine! Mine, alone!

He weighted the fabric with curious three nails
That formed an up down pyramid
Not the typical base all for top one formation
BUT bottom for top all - I felt expectant consternation!?

He measured me - by Eye - to determine my size
To know how much fabric ... work ... was needed
He marked out the parts with the pencil he called Truth
And he talked as he worked amazingly deftly!

He said something strange!
He said his scissors had a name - Redemption
Which cut out the waste - he called it Sin
The soon garment quickly revealing
And then He put the pieces together with his favorite silk
Conscience Conviction and Repentance quilting pins!

I got up to leave him to his ministrations for
He didn't need me getting in his way
But he said:
"Stay a while! 
I work slow fast meticulously every day!"

Something happened to me as I watched Him work
Miracles on some obzocky pieces of fabric!
What I thought wouldn't align
He pinned, tucked, eased and realigned
As my garment was lovingly structured and refined!

At one point he pulled a thread and it snagged on a pin
And I jumped screamed yelped shuddered:
"Oh dear! Oh my! Ouch! Ouch!"
He looked at me kindly and said ever so softly
"Everybody says that when they sit on my Needing To Be Saved and Redeemed Today couch!"

He sewed and he sang
We talked - his phone rang
He touched my hand as he answered His Call
Electricity ran through, and it was then that I knew
That that was the Spirit's Gospel Call to let my self be made anew!

Suddenly, my garment was done!
He said it was blessed work and he loved to see it done
And placed his Righteousness over my old clothes!
My old garments dropped off!
His garment enfolded me - it wasn't cloth
It was Living Blood that draped enfolded me
And bore lifted me high and aloft!

So ... what can I say?
I wore Righteousness from that day
For the Blood had permeated to my soul
The Lord worked His work
My deeds are on display as I walk in ... toward ... His Light
In the Straight and Narrow Pilgrim Stranger's Holy Way!

To DO Truth 
Is To
Live the Word 
And 
Walk As Jesus did!

Because You Live In Him
You Willingly Follow His Law 
And 
He 
Effectively Leads Your Mortal Life 
To 
His Glorious Life!



Monday, January 19, 2015

Lies Have Been Told!





Lies have been told
And I believed many
That our God was cold
And didn't give a half-penny
For our sordid lives
Filled with wars and with strife
Nor children dying before they’d seen life!

'Twas often I heard
What kind of God he
Who let daddies die
Before ever seeing baby
Or Mommy so sad
At being left behind
Turning on the ignition
And waiting for to die?

Oh, Father, there was a time when
I, too, wondered how
You could see such sorrow
And not correct it and disavow
Your hand in the occurrence
Your assent to despair
Your ignoring the hurting
The hearts filled with cares?

But one day with gladness
I finally saw the truth
Of how that Old Satan
Was stirring the stew
Of half-truth, dissembling,
Out-right lies and fabricates
Fooling man into believing
That You were cut-bait!

I read in the Bible
The Truth of the matter
That Satan, The Liar
The Trier, The Fire
Will do anything
To destroy what Jesus’ blood
Had covered in the cleansing flood!

Take Job for example
A righteous man, he
Who gave of his blessings
To secure so many!
Yet, Satan, in distaste
For this Man’s clear soul
Sought permission from Our Lord
To cause Job to leave hold
Of the Sanctuary of Safety
Because God’s hedgerow had holes!

But, Job, a true believer
Faithful, e'en kind he, and true
To the High Calling that is ours
Through eyes that were faithful
Never uttered those dread words of denial!

He lifted clear eyes to heaven
His voice he loudly raised
And uttered undeniable
And glorious praise!
Which words now for eons
Have caused Saints to hold on to
The Savior, for hope in the Beyond:
"I know  my Redeemer liveth
I know He shall stand
The latter day is coming
Upon earth He will stand
Though worms may eat me
I know I will see
My God, the Eternal
In this flesh, yes, I'll see!"

So don’t be discouraged
When sorrow and strife come
When sadness and suffering
When your life’s in the can
The God of the Mountain
The Lord of the Light
Has victories most precious
For those who endure the fight!

Let not the Evil One sway you
Don’t utter foul words
Of  denial of the Master
Don’t give Satan the last word!

We have won the victory
Our bodies they may burn
But our souls belong to our God
For in this Word we learn:

"That GOD so loved the world
That He with gladness gave
His Son, only begotten
That we might be saved."

The trials may be fiery
The darts may be fierce
Our hearts they may pierce through
But our souls they can’t stave!

Lift high, then, His banner
Sing loud the victor’s song
Jesus, the Savior
Will soon be coming down
To claim - for Himself - the faithful
The steadfast, the true
Those who for the Promise
Black doings went through!

He comes with all dispatch
The sky breaking through
The Angels are the escort
He is coming for me and you
Who held on for Christ’s life
A crown of glory to share
With all the blessed throng
To whom white robes do belong!



Sing praise through the storm
Sing praise through the fire
Sing praise to our Jesus
For Satan is ever a liar!