“The grass withers, and the flower fades, but the Word of our God abides forever.” – Isaiah 40:8
Luke 19:45
He entered in the Temple
To discern the pure in heart,
And He drove the ill-intended
And the wicked to depart.
He proclaimed the purifying
And He claimed His holy home –
In His righteous, angry justice
He knew what He had been shown.
Is His Temple still perfected –
Are His pews without a taint?
Are His altars pure and worthy –
Does He need wrath or restraint?
Do the Halls echo His praises
Or with gossip do they sound?
Is the pulpit left unslandered –
Is the Pastor meekness crowned?
Are we selling His possessions;
Do we haggle for our lives?
Are we tempting Him to enter
With rebuking, fearsome drives?
Or is He coming proudly forward
To a welcome at the door
Because His people are glad-waiting
And aware of Who they’re for?
If Jesus came in searching
In your Church; your heart and mind,
Would He be furied, hurt or anguished
Or rejoice in what He’d find?
The Holy Rider
Revelation 19
Diadems, fire and horses and jewels –
Riding in righteousness, Faithful and True –
Bloodied, His robe and hidden, His Name.
The Word of our God is coming for you.
Fiercesome, sword-wielding – an ironly grip,
Comes Supreme King of heavenly land.
Furious, gallant; in linen arrayed,
Comes the High Lord to take us by hand.
Slain and unyielding; eternal to reign.
Thousands of testimonies praising again!
Worthy; most holy – enthroned evermore;
Rides our Beloved in radiance pure.
Bitten By A Serpent
Numbers 21
Bitten by a serpent
And poisoned by its fangs.
Deathly rests the victim,
In its fate he hangs.
Stillness flows within him;
The beating heart grows dim.
The thoughts and hopes of daylight
Are slowly burning grim.
But upwards dangles mercy,
And healing shines in bronze –
For there – above the sorrow
The Hope of Glory dawns.
The Faith reveals the Beauty,
And believing endlessly
Brings Joy into the dying
And a Strength to living be.
It is neither strength nor labour;
Not the metal nor the place.
It is Hoping in the Righteous
And Believing in the Grace
That carries Christians forward
And helps the broken Race.
For the Word of God proclaimed it,
And it will echo in my soul –
Whether ill or death may prosper –
Life is twist ’round cross and pole.
Our Glorious Promiseland
Philippians 3
All is worthless; All is void –
Flesh is vanity destroyed.
All is Jesus; All is gain –
He is end of deathly pain.
Nothing’s costly; all is loss –
All is lesser than the cross.
Christ is calling with pure tone –
Christ has claimed me for His own!
So always joy! And never cease.
Our gain – our all – is Christly peace.
Our Resurrection Day is sure,
So to our God our praises pour.
God alone is Wisdom Source.
God before, completes the course.
And leads us on with faithful hand –
He is our glorious Promiseland!
Stay true to what you true believe –
Await the life you shall receive.
But grieve, for there is evil sing
From those who set on earthly thing.
Their end is final in their shame –
But you – await the Victor’s name.
Our future is not earthly tie –
We’re citizens of heaven’s lie –
And know that our surpassing worth
Is knowing Jesus on this earth!
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