“Will I Be Worthy?”

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Will I be worthy

in that day

when the clouds part

shining redemptive rays?

 

Will I be worthy

before the Son

rising with the saints

together as one?

 

Will I be worthy

to gain a crown,

with robes of righteousness

as my dressing gown?

 

Will I be worthy

to bask in that glory

when the books are opened

exposing my story?

 

Will I be worthy

to hear, “Well done;”

to enter for eternity

where’s there’s no need for sun?

 

Will I be worthy?

The answer is, “No,”

if on my own accord

I try to go.

 

My own works

can’t mark me as good,

but if on Christ’s sacrifice

I have stood;

my unworthy, sinful, scarlet state

counts me as worthy, by His grace.

 

“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Corinthians 6:11

“If God opened our eyes…”

 

If God opened our eyes,

what would we see?

Armies of heavenly hosts

championed to defend me.

 

Armed and geared

in heaven’s glow and might,

commanded to protect

through the perils of the fight.

 

Unseen, yet seen

through eyes of faith.

Chariots of fire

to protect the way.

 

Real guards, by heaven’s charge,

stand at the ready.

Heirs of salvation to keep,

and help hold them steady.

 

In this fight

we are never alone.

We see that God protects us

from His heavenly throne.

“Do not fear, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them,” 2 Kings 6:16, NKJV

“Stand Your Ground!”

Stand your ground, be firm,

don’t settle or rest.

Wear your resolve as an emblem

mounted on your chest.

 

You know who you are.

You know Who knows you.

And, you know in your heart

you have nothing to prove.

 

Don’t let their words sway

how you feel about self.

Don’t let their thoughts control –

For time will tell.

 

Your character, your work,

will speak for your stand.

Believe in who He made you,

perfectly planned.

 

Opinions of others,

their views of you,

pale in comparison

to Creator of skies so blue.

 

Let them judge and baulk,

throw verbal stones at you.

You are committed in faith

and God will see you through.

 

So, stand in your beauty

from the inside out.

Rest your heart in God’s thoughts,

under your feet, place their doubts.

“Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.  Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;).”  Hebrews 10:22-23

 

“Worship!”

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Worship is how we honor God,
taking the mind off of self.
It’s the moving of the soul and spirit,
of His goodness and praises to tell.

Worship is how we lift Him up,
to the place where He belongs.
In worship, we close our eyes to the world
to sing our heavenly song.

Worship gives Him the glory
that is due His holy name.
With all the hosts of heaven enjoined,
in Him our salvation we claim.

Darkness and troubles try to trample it out
but my worship still remains.
Through rain and floods, and storms a gale
my worship is still the same.

Through trials and tests, pain and sorrows,
it causes my worship to grow.
Hard nights and long days,
praise in my life I do sow.

No matter what’s going on around you
God is still worthy to be praised.
With hearts bowed down and eyes closed
with my hands, do I raise.

Stepping into worship I empty my heart
of all my cares and woes.
For He is the One who brings me out.
Of this, I surely know.

Getting rid of all the strife,
in worship do I release.
Putting Him on a pedestal
as my whole, my centerpiece.

God is good and God is great,
in worship, that’s what we do.
By and by, life goes on.
But won’t you worship Him, too!

“Give unto the LORD the glory due His name,” Psalm 29:1

“The God Who Touches Me . . .” | Inspirational Christian Poetry

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The God who touches me is the God who loves me.

Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.

 

He carries my soul in His hand day by day.

He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.

 

He covers me in light that shields from the dark.

He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.

 

He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.

My safety; my salvation came at His high price.

 

The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.

His love on display is the grandest show.

 

In it we see eternity play out.

His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.

 

On His throne He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.

Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.

 

The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.

As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.

 

To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.

His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.

 

Taking me to heights in heaven to know,

where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.

 

 

 

 

 

“His Promise!”

 

His promise says I’ll never leave nor forsake you,

Even when the skies are no longer bright blue;

When the clouds and the roaring crash of thunder,

Threaten to overwhelm and drag me under.

 

His promise says I’ll be with you until the very end,

When people turn their backs and you can find no friend;

When troubles and trials make you cry at your wit’s end,

When life unravels, leaving a broken heart that needs to mend.

 

His promise says that this will work together for my good,

Though the confusion can’t be hardly understood;

When life is filled with “I wish I would,”

Taking me through all the could and should.

 

His promise says I lived and died for you,

Giving you everlasting life to help you make it through;

His salvation, sin’s stain erased and undo,

Bring through Him a victorious breakthrough.

 

“He who promised is faithful,” Hebrews 10:23

“Greater Is He!” | Word For Life Says Poetry

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Greater is He that is in me!

The life inside that I cannot see.

Only feel with the passion and the burn

Love from the cross that flows unearned.

 

Glowing embers His spirit unfolds.

Power inside of stories untold!

Ripping away all the fear and frights;

Layering on His love’s holy light.

 

The life inside has been swept and cleaned

By the Master who defeats enemies unseen.

Foes tremble, their strength can’t compare,

‘Cause greater is He now resides there.

“Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world,” 1 John 4:4

“Where My Life is Found!”

 

Some days my life feels taken.

Overshadowed with fear, my faith feels shaken.

But You told me that I’m not forsaken.

In Your hands I am molded and shapen.

Failures, mess-ups and disappointments

all try to rob me of my anointing.

Making me feel like the least of all,

but You declared my life has a mighty call.

Walking away is not an option,

I was brought in by Your holy adoption.

To make me more than what I see in self,

to rise me higher in spiritual wealth.

In You, I am rich to do a mighty work,

denying the frustrations that try to steal my worth.

I stand in faith upon that solid ground.

In Jesus Christ, where my life is found!

“And be found in him, not having my own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith,” Philippians 3:9

“Will I Be Worthy?”

worthy-001

Will I be worthy

in that day

when the clouds part

shining redemptive rays?

 

Will I be worthy

before the Son

rising with the saints

together as one?

 

Will I be worthy

to gain a crown,

with robes of righteousness

as my dressing gown?

 

Will I be worthy

to bask in that glory

when the books are opened

exposing my story?

 

Will I be worthy

to hear, “Well done;”

to enter for eternity

where’s there’s no need for sun?

 

Will I be worthy?

The answer is, “No,”

if on my own accord

I try to go.

 

My own works

can’t mark me as good,

but if on Christ’s sacrifice

I have stood;

my unworthy, sinful, scarlet state

counts me as worthy, by His grace.

 

“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Corinthians 6:11