Tag: Jesus
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Of my Grandpa
Dark head bent toward baby brow Raining love on fertile ground Listen and you’ll catch the sound “Yes, Jesus loves me” Head still dark, but age now shows Gray hair fitting grandpa role Still faint melody enthralls “Yes, Jesus loves me” Wrinkles, gray hairs show his age Joys and sorrows mark life’s page Great grand…
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To the Overcomer
In this world you have trials Walking My path will prove hard An enemy not made of flesh Waits for a relaxed guard Requires perseverance As shown by Him with pierc’d hands But I will grant this to the one Who overcomes and stands: The tree of life bears good fruit And its leaves great…
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The Quiet Faithful
Voices strewn by airwaves Carry seeds of discord, hate Noisy bluster, innuendo, In the world’s eyes carry weight Posts, tweets, memes, and talk shows Dominating ev’ry page But is this the church Christ died for, Called to gentleness and grace? Tempting to surrender Hope the Bride will stainless prove But in our pews on Sunday…
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Glory Be His!
From Colossians 2:6-15 Fullness of Deity From all eternity Now finding unity With human flesh In Him, made us complete All rulers shall defeat He, the head; we, the feet Sin’s core excised Buried, baptized with Him Through faith raised up again God’s work o’er death shall win Giving true life Forgave all transgressions Cancelled…
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The Son’s Visage
He’s surrounded by His creatures Who forever sing His praise Too holy to be seen by man The great Ancient of Days. Surrounded by a light so bright No mortal can approach Yet somehow we His glory bear Despite our past reproach. For Lord Sabbaoth is Sov’reign And will get the praise, His due As…
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What to Proclaim
What do we proclaim to them – A word, a sword, a man? A school of art A mode of thought A theory we would ban? Do we announce a secret Conspiracies or frauds Enlightenment New firmaments Appeasement of the gods? We preach Christ Jesus, God’s Son Him crucified at that Foolish to Greek Tripwire…
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Restless
“Mine is the silver and Mine is the gold,” Said He with no pillow or bed. “ The cattle are Mine on these myriad hills,” But there was no rest for His head. Copyright Jonelle Liddell
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A Good God
A good God in the good times When I walked His way in peace Good when, childlike, I followed Him Down a trail marked with ease But difficulty cometh Would God’s goodness yet remain At death’s bedside, in the OR, When my heart cries out with pain? When babies die and mothers If no children…
Of Hope and Rhymes 