I'm Rich! + PRAYER: Father, Teach Me Your Ways!

He Who Was Rich In Heaven's Glories
Became Poor
So That We Who Are By Sin
Made Poor
May Become Rich
Through His Purchased-For-Us Salvation!

The Only Problem
With This Scenario
Is That We Poor
Must Acknowledge "It"
Our True Condition
AND
Say So
So That He
Who Has For Us
Treasures In Store
Secure
May Bathe Us
AND
By His Spilt Blood
Make Us Rich!

Many Men Are Made Rich
Out Of Perishable Wealth
AND
They Prefer By Love
What They See
Taste Touch
Smell 
AND 
Feel
AND
It Is This Love
For Things
That Must At Death
Or Change In Earthly Fortune
Be Left Behind
That Leads Many To Consider
Christ's Promised Future Wealth
To Be The Idea
Totally Asinine!

They Live In The Realm
Bird In Hand Worth Two In Bush!
They Live For The Chase!
They Love The Pat On The Back
The Slap On The Tush
Which Says
Rich Man Walking
Flush Man Talking
AND
They Preen In Ecstasy
As For 
MORE
They Go Hawking
As The Mere Mortals 
Upon Their Now-Elevated Visages
Be Jealousy Gawking!

Self
Must Be Sacrificed!
Other
Must Be Lifted Up!
Hope Must Be Applied!
Faith Must Be Subscribed!
Grace
Is The Carry Along!
Mercy
Is The Marching Song
AND
Jesus Christ
Must Be The Banner Held
High
IF
We Desire
To Follow The Lord Christ
Back Through The Eastern Sky!

PRAYER:

Father,

Bless Me To Do Your Will!

Teach Me Your Ways

And, Please

I Humbly Beseech Thee

My Longing Heart Thrill!

Guide Me Along

The Straight And Narrow Way

And

Hear Me

Help Me

Lead Me

Feed Me

When I Call Out To You

Each And Every Day!

Lord,

I Will Go Where You Send Me

Because I Know

You Walk With Me!

I Will Do

What You Ask Me To Do

For I Know

That For The Task

You Will Equip Me!

I Love You, Lord!

I Bless You!

I Offer Up My Praise Not Faint

And

I Ask You, Please

Help Me To Inherit

As You Have Promised 

The Promised Glory Day!

I Offer Up My Petitions

And My Praise

In The Only Name That Matters

The Name Of

Jesus Christ

My Savior

My Master

My Lord

And

My God!

AMEN.

The Baby Picture

The Baby Picture

Today I saw a photo of a Baby

His brains - like cottage cheese - were falling out

He was surely worse for wear

Since his mama pushed him out

This baby's crime it was confessed

Was that he was the child of a Christian

His killing was a message sent

To those upon whom their blade could be bent!

I ask you fair, I tell you proud

The message was received e'er loud

The only purpose it served you see

Was to harden my resolve to with King Jesus be!

What purpose have I to live?

What reason have I to love

When those who would dictate my pace

Want my soul to be their slave?

Listen well, I tell you true

I'll only be a slave to the One who

Gave His life to ransom mine

That's JESUS CHRIST, the Lord Divine!!

So If your Soul IS enslaved to Satan

You chose your lot – I have chosen mine!

My Lord and my Almighty God

Is coming very soon, triumphantly

His ransomed children to take take home

Forever safe, no more to roam!

We'll live in mansions bright and fair

Wearing the bright crowns that Jesus promised

On heads immortal, ever young, ever strong

Singing Redemption's Song in the Gathered throng!

So do your worse for that's your best

You cannot a saint's soul distress

You may our bodies burn, oh yes

But victory is the crown we've earned I must stress!

Oh Calvary, Mount Zion strong

Sing out loud our battle song

Saints dead long, saints alive and strong

Praise our God

We're to Glory bound!

VICTORY IN JESUS!!