“It Should Be Me!”

It should be me there on that tree
to perish for all eternity.
Bearing the burdens of all my wrongs,
crying and wailing the sinner’s song.

It should be me who suffered on that night
bearing the brunt of the whipper’s stripes.
But when He looked down through the ages,
passing by the kings, wise men, and sages,
He saw something special in me
that compelled Him to still mount that tree.

It should be me who readily paid the cost
because I was the one that was truly lost.
But Jesus didn’t see it that way,
which is why on this earth He could not stay.
Doing all at the Father’s holy will,
mounting higher and higher on Calvary’s hill.
He was lifted up that we might be free,
to draw men to Himself, that was the key.

It should be me is what we need to say,
because we are the sheep that have gone astray.
Doing everything in our own stubborn way,
far from the King’s heavenly highway.
But Jesus stepped in looking down from the cross,
viewing with battered eyes all that were lost.
He and His Father they did agree,
for the world to be saved, it should be Me!

 Thank you, Jesus, for stepping in for me!

 John 3:17  “For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.”

John 10:17-18 “Therefore doth my Father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again.  No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This commandment have I received of my Father.”

Mark 10:45 “For even the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.”

John 6:38 “For I came down from heaven, not to do mine own will, but the will of him that sent me.”

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“Relying On God”

Not by my own strength,
it’s failing, it’s fleeting.
Relying on myself,
my life takes a beating.

It’s against the wind I fight,
expending all my fleshly might.
It’s only by His Spirit I can win,
supplied by God, the power within.

Many are searching
for the prosperous way,
forcing themselves
with striving each day.

The plans of man
are but weak and futile.
Relying on God will carry you
to the very last mile.

“Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of Hosts,” Zechariah 4:6

“The God Who Touches Me…”

 

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.

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“My Redeemer Lives!”

 

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When fear surrounds
And questions lurk
And doubt becomes
A prevalent force
When troubles prevail
And night overtakes day
And my times feel lost
At the end of my course

When hope slips, memories fade
I grab hold to pull You near,
To hear what You have to say
My Redeemer lives are the words I read
The whispers that encourage
The strength to stay

Sitting in the ashes and dust
Friends, miserable comforters
In companions, no trust
Alone and desolate
Vacant from a touch of love
My eyes raise in prayer
Seeking from Him that is above

Back down on the pages
In Your Word, I read,
My Redeemer lives
Someone somewhere is thinking about me
A revelation to encourage
A truth to behold
My Redeemer lives, there I am told

Guess what, all hope is not lost
Though turbulent waves crash
And my life feels tossed

Shine down, O Savior, I pray
When my understanding fails
Lift me from this dusty sorrow
Let Your might, Your love, Your truth prevail
Bless my soul, O My Hope for tomorrow

“FRAGILE!”

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Handle with care I wish I could post,
a stick it note to remind of what matters the most.

Distractions, directions unprofitable and robbing;
relentless in their unfocused pulling and prodding.

But my days are few upon this earth,
to make an impact of valued worth.

The reins have to be taken back;
no longer the less valuable plans to detract.

Focus, you only have one life to live.
Frail, is this only life to give.

Here today, and gone tomorrow;
let me cherish each one without resentment and sorrow.

Life is fragile and can break like a dam.
So, Lord teach me to measure my days, that I may know how frail I am.

To gain the worth of each day given.
This time on earth; this limited edition.

Invest in the works, the love and matters of the soul.
To fulfill His glory is our heavenly goal.

“LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am,” (Psalms 39:4).

“Despite It All!”

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Despite my failings,

my shortcomings and shame.

Despite my choices

from which heartaches did rain.

 

Despite the coldness

of my sometimes failing heart.

Despite the right path

of which I did depart.

 

Despite the apples

on the tree.

Despite the way

my sin views me.

 

Despite the world’s

proffered delicacies.

Despite the lies

on which I did feed.

 

Despite it all,

despite the mess.

Despite the feeling

of total brokenness.

 

He brought me out;

and for His glory,

restored me wholly,

magnifying His love story.

“Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit,” Psalm 51:12

“By Chance?”

I had no knowledge at the start

When my life began with that conceptive spark.

Did life happen instantaneously?

What’s the real story all about me?

Am I here by chance?

Has every road taken come by happenstance?

Am I just a flash in the pan?

What is the true story of who I am?

Here’s the deal, the real story.

I was created for His glory.

I am created by design

With His perfect plan for me in mind.

I was fashioned with special care;

My life, my eyes and sometimes frizzy hair.

To be His workmanship here on this earth,

To use my gifts till I return to dirt.

To be the life that He can work through;

All of my parts, all of me . . . and my special hue.

I am designed specially by His hand,

And nothing about me was left to chance!

“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them,” Ephesians 2:10

“Speak Blessings!”

 

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Whipping about, lashing and hateful

This small member’s language is often fateful

For it strips and works to tear people down

Dropping their countenance to the ground

How often have we participated in the mess

When instead we could have used it to bless

To encourage, to lift, to exalt another

To enrich the lives of our Christian brother

To hold, to love, to show what’s right

Instead we often use it to fight

Wouldn’t it have been just as easy still

To bless according to God’s holy will

To show favor over mocking disdain

And love over inflicting pain

To build and nurture a life within

Instead of participating in this deadly sin

Whose pride causes a boast of self

Instead of nurturing to spiritual health

Speak blessings and help a life to grow

And you’ll reap the rewards from that life you did sow

“Let your speech always be with grace. . .”  Colossians 4:6

 

“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.