Nobody can own a Church

1. Nobody can own a Church
   
   For it is given to us freely
   
   It's where we all meet
   
   To bow before God's Holy Feet.
   
   
   
   Some people try to take control
   
   Of the message that is preached
   
   Thinking only of themselves
   
   Instead of the ones who need to be reached.
   
   
   
   The floors are shiny and bright
   
   The pews are smooth and strong
   
   The Steeple bells are ringing
   
   As the choir begins it's song
   
   
   
   The candles are lit in the windows
   
   The people are entering in
   
   They greet each other politely
   
   With a smile or a grin.
   
   
   
   The minister stands at the pulpit
   
   Ready to give the Word of call
   
   Preaching the truth of the Bible
   
   Not just for one, but for all.
   
   
   
   O'Lord on high you sent your Son
   
   To bare our many sins
   
   He died upon the Rugged Cross
   
   So his sheep would not be lost.
   
   
   
   Let's keep the doors of the church opened
   
   For all who may enter in
   
   For we were all born out of Love
   
   But, also were born with sin.

The Inn Keeper

Long ago on a cold winter's night
The sky was bathed in heavenly light
As every one came from afar by order of decree
A young mother large with child
Came seeking shelter from the cold.
She knocked on the door
And with a voice so mild
Pleaded for a warm dry room
Tis with sadness and gloom
That I replied:
"There is no room in my inn
To lay your weary head within."
She looked at me with a pleading sigh
And desperation in her eyes.
I shook my head
"Go away!"
Was all I said!
What could I do?
I am just a poor innkeeper just doing his best
But I was like all the rest-
Too blind to see
More afraid to believe
That a Savior had come for me.
They walked away
Still looking for a place to stay.
Something in this mother
I could not say for sure
I saw it in her eyes that night
A soul and heart so pure
That my heart cried out with a contrite sigh.
I shouted in the dark with all my might.
“Wait” I cried. "There is a place that is nigh
A humble stable clean and dry
That will keep you warm and safe.”
They humbly thanked me as I showed them in
There was no light, only darkness waiting within
As an aura of holiness shown above their heads
I watched in wonder at what I saw in that little bed.
She brought forth her first-born son
Laid him in that manger filled with straw.
The fulfillment of prophecy at last had come.
As a sweet and strange perfume filled that room
A Messiah born to save mankind from his eternal doom!
A host and heavenly choir echoed in the stars
To welcome this babe from heaven afar.
This Savior, Lord and newborn king.

Faith is the Victory

Faith is the Victory

Sometimes you may be troubled, sometimes you may feel bad,
The storms of life around you, just makes you Oh so sad,
Your heart is heavy laden, through despair, doubts, and fears,
Just turn your thoughts on Jesus; He’ll handle all your cares.

Though skies may be so cloudy, and raging storms arise,
With heathens all around you, who rage and criticize,
The Gates of hell looms threatening, as if they would prevail,
Just ask for Revelation, it’ll never ever fail.

Take courage, oh my brethren; be faithful to the end,
There’s something round the corner, His Angel He shall send,
To anoint you with His Presence, to strengthen, give you Faith,
He’ll assure you of the Victory, if only you can wait.

Faith is the victory that overcometh the world.

His Mighty Power

I can't make the rain fall on dry ground
I can't make the sun shine
To spread light all around
I can't make a rainbow to arch in the sky
I can't take a bird and teach it to fly
I can't create life or create a soul
I can't heal a mind or make a life whole.
But I know I can turn to the Lord above,
For He reaches out in great grace and love
To create the wonders of the world we live in
And gives us new life from above
To shower us abundantly with His great love.
He can heal the body, the soul, and the mind
He can comfort, encourage, and
Correct the wrong He may find.
He is our Creator, Savior and Friend
He is waiting to take hold of our hand
He will lead us in the path we should go
He will give us new joy and strength,
And make our life whole.

I've been told by friends at work that i am chainging they say i dont have that glimmer in my eye as i usially do they say i dont have the smile on my face any more they say i look angry all the time now...  and all i can do is think to myself back off and leave me alone to do my damn job... but i say hmm ok or just say im tired.. but a good friend of mine sayed she knows me better then that so lastnight she thought of me and wrote this powem for me

 

Every day they ask me,
“How are you?”
I am too used to the lies
to start unraveling the truth
“Fine.”
and I smile
It is only later,
when the aching gets too loud
inside of me,
that my mask begins to slip
The flowered paper,
so delicate,
is crumbling.
“What’s wrong?”
Please do not ask me
But it is too late
The walls inside of me are flooding
Things that I have hidden,
even from myself,
come washing over me
drowning me in truth
But I am feeling too much
I am tangled in anger
and questions
and the lonely ache
of holding it all inside
I am sharply aware
I am spilling open
My mask lies torn and smiling
at my feet
as I try to hide