9-10-15 The Stain Remover

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Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

Isaiah 1:18 KJV

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Don’t be afraid, do not fall in despair;

You realize the hopeless state you’re in.

Death calls for you – it’s more than you can bear.

You can’t escape the stain of all your sin.

Just take the hand of Jesus, make Him yours.

He’ll wash your sins from scarlet red to white.

Although the stain has sunk into your pores

He’ll take the brand of Satan from your sight.

The Son of God loved you so very much

He took all of your sins upon the cross.

Accept Him as your Savior, feel His touch;

Believe He died for you and bore your loss.

Although your sins are crimson red and full,

The blood of Christ will make them white as wool.

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8-12-15 Grace Through Faith

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For by grace are ye saved through faith;

and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God

Ephesians 2:8 KJV

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You don’t deserve a single dot of grace,

For Hell is what you’ve earned for all your sin.

The best five minutes of your life’s disgrace;

The best of all the world would not begin.

Fall on your face and know you’re hopeless mud;

Repent and beg forgiveness for it all,

Believe that Jesus shed His precious blood

To pay for all your sins both great and small.

With all your heart accept Him as your Lord,

Then feel the Holy Spirit enter you!

God’s grace, and faith, His gifts you can’t afford,

And with Christ’s blood you’re covered through and through.

You’re saved by grace through faith and nothing more,

With Jesus as your Savior guarantor.

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6-24-15 First to Last

Bart Walker Bringing Up the Rear

So the last shall be first, and the first last:

for many be called, but few chosen.

Matthew 20:16 KJV

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The souls who are forgotten by the crowd:

The meek, the low, the bullied and the plain,

Are lost among the ego-driven proud

And last to find a post they can attain.

The Lord will not ignore the seventh son,

The shepherd boy who one day would be king.

The manger-born became the perfect One

To save a sinful world who hopeless cling.

We all are called to come unto the cross,

Invited to the wedding feast by Christ;

The proud will all be counted as a loss,

The chosen ones are those who’ve paid the price.

Down here we choose the leader of the pack;

If you would follow Christ, then serve in back.

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3-16-15 No Longer Slave to Sin

no longer slave to sin

Before you came to Christ you were a slave,

So hopelessly involved in sin and shame,

A victim to desire that bodies crave;

The passions of the flesh are all the same.

And then convicted by the Holy Ghost,

You fell before the cross as Spirit slain,

Declaring Christ your Lord, the final host

You rose a son of God no sin to stain.

Your flesh was crucified: the lust, the thirst,

No longer slave to sin and all its ways,

You now have conscious choice as Spirit nursed

To fall to such temptations and malaise.

Call out to Jesus when seduced by sin;

Have faith in Christ and love will always win.

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And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh

with the affections and lusts.

Galatians 5:24 KJV

8-11-14 Chained Dogs

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I complained to my sister

about the way some people treat their dog,

how he is chained

to the loneliest spot at the far end of the property

with only a leaky old box for shelter

and a bucket to catch the rain.

The poor animal’s life is limited

to the infrequent, indifferent visit

and the food scraps that come with it.

He learns to shit at the end

of the chain’s circumference

to avoid stepping in it all day;

when the bucket is dry

he eats grass for its moisture.

His fur freezes to the ground

at night in the winter,

and he pulls it out snoutfuls of it

in the summer to get at all the fleas.

It makes me so angry,

but animals are property, and he is not mine

so I have to walk on by.

 

My sister was silent through it all

as I spoke with disgust,

my hands making punctuation marks in the air.

When I was spent she quietly told me

the unsaved is like that dog.

He is chained by sin

in lonely, far flung isolation.

The only things in his tiny circle

is the tiny box of his leaky beliefs

and a bucket of hope and dreams.

He may have family and friends,

but who is willing to step through the mine field

of the filthy waste of his life

and risk being bitten, or worse?

Instead, they toss him scraps

of their affection.

When the sky is empty and no hope can be found,

he chews on the grass of memories

to stay alive.

Sometimes the world can be harsh:

bitterly cold in the nights of his despair,

freezing him to wherever he lies,

or like fleas, digging into him incessantly,

nearly driving him crazy.

And here we are,

freed by the Blood and living in Grace by Faith.

We pass by him in his misery.

We shake our heads and cluck our tongues,

unwilling to free him with the truth of the Gospel

because he belongs to Satan.

She finished in silence and I felt shame

like a needle into my soul.

The analogies can go on forever

but I would rather we get up from this story

and start roaming the neighborhood

in search of the hopeless.