I've got a golden ticket!
Although it wasn't obtained from a game
I received it when I died of myself
And woke again praising His name
What better prize could there be
Than one which everyone could win
Not cars, homes or earthly things
But the very FREEDOM from sin
You can have a golden ticket
The Lord has one waiting for you
To claim it you must trust and obey
Then you'll be a prize winner too
Random Thoughts and Blessings
Thoughts on God, children, laughter, sorrow and all the in-betweens.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
True Strength
Man is like a leopard
Always preying upon the weak
Only strength and braveness are heralded
Rarely do we praise the meek
This behavior is contrary to what
Our Lord has told us to do
And one day, perhaps you'll find
That the weak one will be you
A church is only as strong
As the weakest member in it's fold
Lift them up in prayer to God
Your prayer is worth more than gold
Tearing someone apart for
Being weaker than you
Doesn't seem like the answer to
What would Jesus do
Always preying upon the weak
Only strength and braveness are heralded
Rarely do we praise the meek
This behavior is contrary to what
Our Lord has told us to do
And one day, perhaps you'll find
That the weak one will be you
A church is only as strong
As the weakest member in it's fold
Lift them up in prayer to God
Your prayer is worth more than gold
Tearing someone apart for
Being weaker than you
Doesn't seem like the answer to
What would Jesus do
Monday, June 6, 2016
Who is Sponsoring You?
There are audience members watching
your race to see who is
sponsoring you
your race to see who is
sponsoring you
In this race however, they'll not be
looking at your clothes, instead they're
watching what you do.
As you pass them by will you be
pleased with the conclusions each
person will reach?
You may only pass by them once,
take a breath and find a
moment to teach.
They should see that your garments
are white and the treads are worn
off each shoe.
Then they will see who your sponsor
truly is because they can see
Him in you.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
The Righteous Parent
What good is a parent
Who disciplines not his child
Who doesn't teach them to be humble
But lets them run wild
Yet if the parent teaches well
But the child listens not
Who suffers more, the father?
Or the child that he begot
If an earthly father loves you enough
To teach you wrong from right
How much more so does Our Father
Who is bathed in Holy Light?
Our father loved us so
That he gave up His only Son
So that one day we'll be with Him
When our earthly battle is won
Taken from Hebrews 12:4-13
Who disciplines not his child
Who doesn't teach them to be humble
But lets them run wild
Yet if the parent teaches well
But the child listens not
Who suffers more, the father?
Or the child that he begot
If an earthly father loves you enough
To teach you wrong from right
How much more so does Our Father
Who is bathed in Holy Light?
Our father loved us so
That he gave up His only Son
So that one day we'll be with Him
When our earthly battle is won
Taken from Hebrews 12:4-13
A Marathon
God has entrusted me with His children
Yes each and every one
He expects me to seek out His daughter
And to look thoroughly for each son
He beckons me to run a race, oh
A marathon each Christian should run
Our finish line is our last breath
Our prize is God's only Son
Shouldn't we then be preparing
Gaining our strength day by day?
Asking for direction for each obstacle
From He who knows the way
A marathon isn't about patience
Patient people get passed with each mile
Perseverance is what our runners need
For each runners race could last quite awhile
Yes each and every one
He expects me to seek out His daughter
And to look thoroughly for each son
He beckons me to run a race, oh
A marathon each Christian should run
Our finish line is our last breath
Our prize is God's only Son
Shouldn't we then be preparing
Gaining our strength day by day?
Asking for direction for each obstacle
From He who knows the way
A marathon isn't about patience
Patient people get passed with each mile
Perseverance is what our runners need
For each runners race could last quite awhile
The Race Has Begun
Christians! Don your blinders, look
not to the side, nor to the past.
For the day our Lord shall return
Is approaching us very fast.
It is not the time to relax
Nor the time to rest
Instead it is time to share with all
How well we've all been blessed.
We are blessed with a peace
That only believers can obtain
A peace that with a confession and grace
All the world can attain.
Our Lord has given us His word
And His spirit has given us the power
That we should make haste in sharing His love
For we know not our final hour.
Fear not for He is with you
As you steadfastly travel ahead
And in the twinkling of an eye you'll meet Him
When you lay down your weary head.
not to the side, nor to the past.
For the day our Lord shall return
Is approaching us very fast.
It is not the time to relax
Nor the time to rest
Instead it is time to share with all
How well we've all been blessed.
We are blessed with a peace
That only believers can obtain
A peace that with a confession and grace
All the world can attain.
Our Lord has given us His word
And His spirit has given us the power
That we should make haste in sharing His love
For we know not our final hour.
Fear not for He is with you
As you steadfastly travel ahead
And in the twinkling of an eye you'll meet Him
When you lay down your weary head.
A Master and His Tools
Is it possible for a wood carver
To make a masterpiece with a dull knife?
Of course it is, the knife can be sharpened,
He has done it all his life.
Imperfect tools are still of use
To a master who knows his trade.
Who would be more of an expert
But the very hand by which the tool was made?
He knows their weaknesses and flaws
But with care can restore them again
With loving hands, removing rust and
Sharpening blades, like taking care of a friend.
It is written that He is the potter and I am the clay
Who better to mold me than He?
The one who created each individual
Knows best what tool they should be.
Taken from Hebrews 11:32-40
To make a masterpiece with a dull knife?
Of course it is, the knife can be sharpened,
He has done it all his life.
Imperfect tools are still of use
To a master who knows his trade.
Who would be more of an expert
But the very hand by which the tool was made?
He knows their weaknesses and flaws
But with care can restore them again
With loving hands, removing rust and
Sharpening blades, like taking care of a friend.
It is written that He is the potter and I am the clay
Who better to mold me than He?
The one who created each individual
Knows best what tool they should be.
Taken from Hebrews 11:32-40
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Thy Kingdom Come
He has been crowned with many crowns
So we shall taste death no more
But yet instead when we rest from this world
We will meet Him on that golden shore
How thankful are we now
That our Lord would be mindful of such
For we as lowly sinners
Have been blessed with His healing touch.
We are each but tiny drops
In a vast enormous sea
So how can we even fathom
The glory that God can foresee?
Therefore may we lead lives of courage for Him
So that when our Earthly life is complete
We may meet Him in His kingdom
And worship forever at His feet!
So we shall taste death no more
But yet instead when we rest from this world
We will meet Him on that golden shore
How thankful are we now
That our Lord would be mindful of such
For we as lowly sinners
Have been blessed with His healing touch.
We are each but tiny drops
In a vast enormous sea
So how can we even fathom
The glory that God can foresee?
Therefore may we lead lives of courage for Him
So that when our Earthly life is complete
We may meet Him in His kingdom
And worship forever at His feet!
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
I'm The Map
Walk in the light for awhile
For your days on earth are few
Follow in His luminous steps
He has lit a path for you
The words that have been written
To guide us in His way
Are to free us from life's burdens
Not to hinder our earthly stay
He has given us a perfect map
He has detailed every mile
All we have to do is
Simply walk His path awhile
(Based on John 13:35)
For your days on earth are few
Follow in His luminous steps
He has lit a path for you
The words that have been written
To guide us in His way
Are to free us from life's burdens
Not to hinder our earthly stay
He has given us a perfect map
He has detailed every mile
All we have to do is
Simply walk His path awhile
(Based on John 13:35)
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Radiating Thy Light
You've raised the veil from my eyes
So that those around me might see
The glory of your spirit Lord and
What they themselves could be
I beheld myself within your glass
And death and sin were reflected in my sight
The sickness of the world around lay on me
Only your grace could wash me in a new light
Please Lord allow the light of your love to
Radiate from within me Lord
I pray that by looking upon my face
Others will see your love out-poured
(Based on 2 Corinthians 3:13-18)
So that those around me might see
The glory of your spirit Lord and
What they themselves could be
I beheld myself within your glass
And death and sin were reflected in my sight
The sickness of the world around lay on me
Only your grace could wash me in a new light
Please Lord allow the light of your love to
Radiate from within me Lord
I pray that by looking upon my face
Others will see your love out-poured
(Based on 2 Corinthians 3:13-18)
Sunday, June 29, 2014
God's Example
Do as I say, not as I do
Our example is not a guide
We know what the word of God says
But these teachings are not applied
God did not give us His teachings
As a suggestion, a tip or a hint
They are for preparation to be Holy
So we can go forth as we've been sent
Let us take heed to God's word
Each word should permeate our day
Let us follow in His footsteps
I pray we follow in His way
Monday, March 10, 2014
Fruits of the Saints
Do you see the branches of the saints?
Swaying with the wind to find His will?
They search for those who need their comfort.
Always seeking and never still.
Can you feel the trunk of their tree?
Rough against the cruelty of the land.
Yet when you peel away that layer
You find fibers soft on your hand.
Notice the large system of roots.
Planted and grounded in fertile ground.
Soaking up His water of life.
A stronger foundation can not be found.
Taste the bounty of their fruits
No thistles or thorns they bear.
If you choose correctly the fruits of the saints
You will Find His sustenance there
Be careful of the tree in which you partake
Good fruit is not found of every beautiful tree
They can not hide their fruits from God
And by yours fruits will you be known to me
Swaying with the wind to find His will?
They search for those who need their comfort.
Always seeking and never still.
Can you feel the trunk of their tree?
Rough against the cruelty of the land.
Yet when you peel away that layer
You find fibers soft on your hand.
Notice the large system of roots.
Planted and grounded in fertile ground.
Soaking up His water of life.
A stronger foundation can not be found.
Taste the bounty of their fruits
No thistles or thorns they bear.
If you choose correctly the fruits of the saints
You will Find His sustenance there
Be careful of the tree in which you partake
Good fruit is not found of every beautiful tree
They can not hide their fruits from God
And by yours fruits will you be known to me
Friday, January 17, 2014
I am priceless because you are worthy
I am a diamond, a ruby, an onyx most rare.
I am priceless to YOU
Because YOU hung there.
Because you are the treasure that
All explorers should seek
They should spend their life to find it
Day after day and week after week.
And because you only are THE treasure
That no kings wealth can obtain
Only by YOUR death on the cross
Could my freedom be sustained.
I pray to seek you
With my life and with my last breath.
Because you gave me the best gift,
You gave me salvation from eternal death.
I am priceless to YOU
Because YOU hung there.
Because you are the treasure that
All explorers should seek
They should spend their life to find it
Day after day and week after week.
And because you only are THE treasure
That no kings wealth can obtain
Only by YOUR death on the cross
Could my freedom be sustained.
I pray to seek you
With my life and with my last breath.
Because you gave me the best gift,
You gave me salvation from eternal death.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Not Another Day
Our days converge as one
Routine makes them all the same.
None more important, really
Same day, just a different name
But one day throughout the year
Should stand miles above the rest.
For on that day our Savior was born
And all people on Earth were blessed.
Nothing about His birth
Was just another day.
For by Christs' prophetic birth
God has given us His way.
Each aspect of His birth
Was extraordinary at best.
From His conception to His birth
Unlike all the rest.
Born unto a virgin
In a manger as had been foretold.
The shepherds learned of His birth
And shouted the news so bold.
A gift from God to us.
His one and only son.
He came to Earth to deliver us.
As no one else could have done.
Because only He can be called perfect.
Only He lived without sin.
This is why Christmas is miraculous.
As much so now, as was then.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wrote it mostly during a sermon that Bro. Ralph Baker gave at Brodhead Baptist Church on Dec. 22. Bro. Ralph was telling us how Christmas should never feel like any other day to Christians.
Routine makes them all the same.
None more important, really
Same day, just a different name
But one day throughout the year
Should stand miles above the rest.
For on that day our Savior was born
And all people on Earth were blessed.
Nothing about His birth
Was just another day.
For by Christs' prophetic birth
God has given us His way.
Each aspect of His birth
Was extraordinary at best.
From His conception to His birth
Unlike all the rest.
Born unto a virgin
In a manger as had been foretold.
The shepherds learned of His birth
And shouted the news so bold.
A gift from God to us.
His one and only son.
He came to Earth to deliver us.
As no one else could have done.
Because only He can be called perfect.
Only He lived without sin.
This is why Christmas is miraculous.
As much so now, as was then.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wrote it mostly during a sermon that Bro. Ralph Baker gave at Brodhead Baptist Church on Dec. 22. Bro. Ralph was telling us how Christmas should never feel like any other day to Christians.
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