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Touch Me Lord

Touch me Lord, by the power of Your Name
Touch me Lord, and let me not seek fame
Touch me Lord, and take away my shame
Touch me Lord, and I’ll never be the same

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Wrote this over about a week’s time, one line at a time, as my stati.

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Are we all telling the same story?
Are we all on the same stage?
Are we characters of the same cast?
Or are we each from a separate, torn page?

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Take it as you will.


“This Adulterous Heart”

This adulterous heart is breaking
And it’s foundation is shaking
I’ve been here before
I despise the person I am
For my conscience is on the lam
Only it’s worse this time
The match of the present way
Ignites the fuel of yesterday
My determination has left
Sorrow attempts an opening to pry
But I haven’t the strength to cry
I keep seeking a sign
Maybe someday the sun will shine
But for now, darkness is mine
Oh for the sign of Jonah


Since When Are Presents The Meaning Of Christmas?

Since the Magi “went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh.” (Matthew 2:9b-11, NIV)

And, more important, since God “…so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16, NIV)

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On the other hand…

“The Greatest Omission”
by Anthony

Two-thousand years ago, a Babe was born,
Destined to become the object of scorn.
To save the earth & die for sins,
the beginning of the end, now begins.

The magi, they saw the star,
Went to see the Christ from afar.
Yet, we won’t go down to our knees in prayer,
And give our life, our all, to our Savior.

Farm animals, a manger, shepherds & yet,
That the cross is our focus we often forget.
Presents & carols & wishing for snow…
Why won’t we share what we know?

So during this time of merry & cheer,
Remember that it isn’t just once a year.
For daily is the Walk, & constant the Mission,
To not tell of Jesus: the Greatest Omission.

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And again…

Another great one to read is O Henry’s “Gift of the Magi.”

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Just a few thoughts…
Merry Christmas


“This Pursuit Of Love”

This Pursuit Of Love
by Pilgrim
14OCT07

I love You LORD and
I need Your strength, Your help.
But I long for something more:
Someone to have and to hold.

There is one I want,
So what is wrong with loving them,
In pursuing this dream of bliss?
Of everything I’ve wanted.

Why would this be taken,
Denied my right to be happy and full.
Complete in another and each other.
Fully devoted to our sum.

But could it be you instead,
Whom I’m to partner with forever?
Being fully content in You alone,
And needless of more.

Then where does love fit in,
With another of my kind: believable?
Seen with eyes and with heart, and felt.
Whose words I hear.

So what of my dream,
In Your plans of life for me?
How can I tell what’s wrong from right,
In this pursuit of love?

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Do I love the idea of marriage and having a family more than I do God? Or am I willing to sacrifice it if necessary?


“Seventh Fall”

” ‘From six calamities will He rescue you; / in seven no harm willl befall you.’ ” (Job 5:19, NIV)

I fall and get up; I fall and get up
Each time adding, to Calamity’s Cup.

Sometimes I wonder, amidst it all:
Will I reach my Seventh Fall?

To a place, beyond God’s Grace.
Will I stop, an Unfinished Race?

This time will I stay on the ground,
With Evil’s Darkness, all around?

“…for though a righteous man falls seven / times, he rises again, / but the wicked are brought down / by calamity.” (Prov. 24:16, NIV)

But I know You are with me all the Way,
Pulling me up, on even the Darkest of Day.

My footing You will stead when I stumble,
And peace You give when Calamity does Rumble.

I may fall again, into the dirt.
Yet You will heal, my every hurt.

By faith I know, that during Dark’s Call,
Your love will keep me, from my Seventh Fall.

“But the way of the wicked is like deep / darkness; / they do not know what makes them / stumble.” (Prov. 4:19, NIV)

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Remember: His Grace is endless.

God Bless,
Pilgrim.


“A Pilgrim’s Search”

“A Pilgrim’s Search”
by Anthony
11DEC06

I walk this lonely road;
Alone and beat, I go alone.
My burden weighs me down…
To guide me? My heart of stone.

“He did evil because he had not set his heart on seeking the LORD.” (II Chronicals 12:14)

A pilgrim in life,
That is what I am.
A wandering searcher,
Belonging to no clan.

“My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
‘Where is your God?’ ” (Psalms 42:3)

But within myself:
Even to my inermost…
The strength to make it?
To my failure do I toast.

” ‘apart from Me you can do nothing.’ ” (John 15:5b)

I keep walking this lonely road,
Ever searching for some truth.
Behind me lies broken dreams.
For which I fought nail and tooth.

“I despise my life; I would not live forever.
Let me alone; my days have no meaning.” (Job 7:16)

It gets to me, life beats me down
This is my sorrow: my pain

” ‘Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved;
and if I refrain, it does not go away.’ ” (Job 16:6)

For some reason I feel
Ever drawn to that hill.
“He saves,” they say…
“The void will He fill.”

” ‘I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.’ ” (Mark 2:17b)

Who is this Man, Who bore a cross,
Who died a criminal’s death?
It’s said He loves me and wants me whole:
Was the reason for His ev’ry breath.

” ‘Father, forgive them, for hey do not know what they are doing…’ ‘I tell you the truth, today you will be with Me in paradise.’ ” (Luke 23:34b, 43b)

So I approach the hill,
Stand at the foot of the Cross.
I’ll give Him my burden, my all:
To count it but a loss.

“But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ…” (Phillipians 3:7-8)

Life still hurts, and beats me down:
My burden for His cross I traded.
And beside me He walks, His own cross bearing.
So with Him I’ll stay, til all has faded.

” ‘If anyone would come after Me, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily and follow Me.’ ” (Luke 9:23b) “Carrying his own cross…” (John 18:17a)

Peace I have, belonging I found
This is my joy: my life

“You became imitators of us and of the Lord; in spite of severe suffering, you welcomed the message with the joy given by the Holy Spirit.” (I Thesselonian 1:6)

all scripture taken from the NIV