POETRY BY VARIOUS WRITERS
Gary Hall
Life
Magdalena Maylam
Crucified Love
Lessons of God's School
Love's Song
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Jesus Forever - A Christmas Poem
[see also Poezi - poems in Albanian]
Kevin Emerson
No Excuse
R. Emerson Lange
Our Father
Gary Hall
Life
Rushing through the seas of time,
Open doors through which men climb,
Gaping holes prove where they've been,
The fruitful tree is never seen.
Dangling hopes and cherished smiles,
Refuse to emit their devilish wiles,
While children groan and old men die,
It trudges on with lingering cry.
Wisdom sags whilst knowledge grows,
Reverence worn-out the Author knows,
The Babel Tower elects its head,
Till all around looks quite dead.
Sparkling dreams are left behind,
Loving ties are hard to find,
Beneath the skin the heart is hard,
Beneath the eyes the mind is charred.
Dreary tones from useless minds,
Nonsense talk of every kind,
Sluggish hands can't lead the way,
Ceased-up brains - no time to pray.
Death meets Hell on every street,
Admits the lost for pleasure sweet,
But as it rolls, time will tell,
Where it was that Adam fell.
Priestly wounds on every face,
Proclaims the anguish of this race,
Forgotten joys are sealed in pain,
Captive now by popish chain.
A lovely home without a light,
Reminds the prisoner of his fight,
For welcomed days his soul still longs,
Not doleful laments without a song.
One book still open with unturned page,
Broadcasts the spirit of this age,
Rebellion lusts against true peace,
And trouble now will never cease.
Broken bones seek out a tomb,
The earth cries out, "I have no room",
Stricken mouths lift up a curse,
No food to buy, an empty purse.
Faith has gone away too soon,
She flew away to the Son at noon,
Now darkened hours adjust to years,
The gloom still thickens as judgement nears.
Spotless robes, adorned in white,
A Land of song, of joy, of light,
The works been done, the workers paid,
All crowns before the Master laid.
Thankful hearts and realised dreams,
Visions of glory, the Son-light beams,
Blood-bought tribes come to the King,
And echo the song the angels sing.
A Throne appears beneath the sun,
Life, its time, its course has run,
Now the secret of every hour,
What's been done begins to flower.
Laughing stops, the Devil sneers,
Leaves men mopping-up their tears,
Things undone remain the same,
When unexpected judgement came.
The Book is closed, the years are done,
Pleading now is late begun,
Endless days that time can't tell,
Spent with thirst in burning Hell.
There's a time to live, a time to die,
There's a time to laugh, a time to cry,
A time to make the heart to bow,
A time to pray, that time is now!
Written in 1980
Magdalena Maylam
The secret chamber of Thy love,
Amazes me as I enter in.
Gentle, tender, unchangeable love,
Think of its beauty, think of my sin.
O wondrous love that gives up all,
That sacrificed His Throne for me.
It’s not of earth and not of time,
It breathes the power of eternity.
A love with a height and with a depth,
A length and breadth that passes knowledge.
Being loved with such a love,
What an unspeakable privilege.
Crucified love, with pierced hands,
My only home, my only friend.
Clasp me now into Your bosom,
Lord Jesus Christ, here I stand.
Receive what you do not comprehend,
Accept what to reason appears a mystery,
Submit to what you cannot understand,
Believe what looks like impossibility.
Walk in a way which you know not,
Rejoice in the confidence you’ll always win,
For the Holy Spirit is working a lot,
Secretly in the soul that doesn’t hinder Him.
A true disciple first will follow,
Then will come to know the rule,
Watch and pray and see tomorrow,
These are the lessons of God’s school.
Love’s sweet touch thrills my very soul,
Its gentle hands, smooth hands tune my heart’s praise.
Its humble, meek eyes see all, and yet forgive,
Without asking any recompense.
Nothing is wider than love, nothing stronger,
Nothing more pleasant in Heaven or on Earth.
All I have and want is only love alone;
My life, delight, purpose; Love is enough.
Without love I am simply dust and ashes,
A dry, desert garden baking in the sun.
If I lose love and forget all its mercies,
Where will I go? Where will I run?
I live to love others only for love’s sake;
Heaven is near when gifts from love flow.
Though I may fail, Love its way will make;
Oh I wish I had know love years ago!
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Jesus Forever - A Christmas Poem
What does CHRISTMAS mean to you?
Well, when I think of Christmas, I don't just think of Jesus as a baby, meek and mild; I think of a God who came once to earth because of His love for His people, to bring them salvation; I think also of a God, who is coming back again, not as a baby, but as a King, in fact as THE KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS, bringing judgement to earth. And this makes His first coming even more significant, because if one did not accept Him first time round, well, that's it, there will be no 2nd time, no 2nd chance for that person!
So let's accept Jesus into our hearts and live for Him now, before it's too late, before He comes with clouds on the Judgment Day...
FOLLOW JESUS FOREVER
He came to this earth
His Life and Blood to give,
To wash away our sins,
Fulfilling His Father's will.
He would like to lead us
every single day,
because He alone is
the Life, the Truth, the Way.
He promises us His Kingdom,
it's not a false pleasure.
So don't you walk away!
Don't leave behind such treasure!
Just give Him a heart
that is really true.
Wait on Him and see
what He then will do.
Make your choice NOW!
Don't wait anymore!
Follow Jesus forever
or your life ignore!
Kevin Emerson
NO EXCUSE
“NO EXCUSE”; ----------THE MASTER CRIES
FOR I HAVE PLAINLY SHOWN YOU ALL,
“NO EXCUSE”; ONE CANNOT SAY
THAT HE DIDN’T HEAR THE CALL.
“NO EXCUSE”; YOU WERE INVITED
TO DINE AT THE WEDDING TABLE,
“NO EXCUSE”; THE WAY TO HEAVEN
IS CLEARLY MARKED AND YOU ARE ABLE.
“NO EXCUSE”; THE ROAD IS PAVED
AND ENLIGHTENED BY THE WRITTEN WORD,
“NO EXCUSE”; FOR ALL NATURE SINGS
AND MY “VOICE” IS CLEARLY HEARD.
“NO EXCUSE”; THE CALL WAS LENGTHY
SO ALL WOULD HAVE THE TIME,
“NO EXCUSE”; FOR I GAVE YOU LIFE
AS ALL CREATION IS MINE.
SHOULD YOU “PUT OFF” ACCEPTANCE
TILL THE “INVITATION” END,
WHEN THE “CALL TO DINE” IS HEARD----------
---STAND WEEPING, -----FOR YOU WILL NOT ATTEND.
WHAT PITIFUL_______ “REPLY”
WILL YOU MAKE TO HIM THAT DAY,
FOR “DENIAL” OF HIS NAME________
AND A “LIFE” THROWN AWAY.
HE BORE HIS CROSS FOR YOU
THAT FOR ALL ETERNITY,
YOU COULD HAVE HAD REWARD
WITH “LOVE” AND “LIFE” SO FREE.
WHAT “PRICE” SO GREAT FOR A LITTLE TIME
TO HAVE THINGS “YOUR OWN WAY”,
THE WORDS RING OUT AS TIME GOES BY
“NO EXCUSE”; I’LL NOT DELAY.
FOR ONE WHO WALKS AWAY
FROM MY LOVE AND LIBERTY,
WILL FIND NO HOPE, NO SHARE OF LIFE
ONLY DEATH AND AGONY.
IN ENDLESS TIME OF SEPARATION
NO LIGHT WILL EVER SHINE,
JUST BITTER THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES:
ALL HEAVEN COULD HAVE BEEN MINE.
WRITTEN 3/12/98
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R. Emerson Lange
Our Father
When our Father looks down from his throne on high,
He doesn’t see this body of flesh as we do (You and I)
He doesn’t see the rebellion, the failure or the sin,
He doesn’t see the fallen core, since Jesus paid for our sins
All the filthy garments have been cleansed and purged for wear,
Our iniquity is passed from us, His kingdom one-day we will share.
He doesn’t see the selfish heart, the old nature from within,
The thoughts and pictures in our mind, the light of which is dim.
The harder we try to change directions of this human form,
The more we fall and stumble, because this "flesh"- is not reborn.
He doesn’t count the sins of old, the life we led, long past,
From this day forward: we are forgiven as long as we hold him fast.
He doesn’t see our doubts and fears, as He looks on through the
"Veil",
The thoughtless words, the careless ways, the number of times we fail.
As He looks down from His great white throne, the judgement seat of man,
There is no hope, no chance for us, and no earthly way to stand.
Except for One - so freely given, no price can ever measure,
The cost of love, the quantity of grace, the mercy by His pleasure.
Except by One - who paid it all - the perfect sacrifice,
The spotless lamb; - the Prince of Peace - No demon could entice.
This Precious One - The "Veil" of which is made up of His Blood,
Through which the Father looks at us washed clean as if by a flood.
He sees no wrong, no sin, no shame, - as it was nailed to that old tree,
He sees us through the Precious BLOOD,
THE BLOOD THAT SETS MEN FREE.
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