Come & See

Never was there a better line
Spoken in evangelism more fine
Than the advice Philip gave
His friend Nathaniel which was
‘Come and see’-with no option to decline
It is easy to sit on criticism’s pony
And flash the whip of hell’s satire
To gallop away to regions of doubt
It is more noble though to dismount
Change course and get off the high horse
To find out the cause of the fuss
And why the eagles are gathered thus
So Nathaniel did by walking back
With Philip To meet the Word in Person
He came and saw and believed
Criticize not from afar-what a lesson

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Fear Not Little Flock

Fear not plucky little flock
For so they call you
Your size matters far less
Than God’s ordained will to bless
The way you tread is made for a few
Not to many is the promise due
The children of the bond-women
Are more-ask Sarah’s single son
The desolate have more children
Than the Wife of God’s Son
The Seed of Abraham today
Pass through the strait gate
That narrows to the Word-way
They march baggage-free in single file
Far from Ishmael’s hoarding hordes

Paul’s Bonds & Philippian Boon

How was it that the trials of Paul
Was a boost to the Gospel at all
How could his chains and pains
Be to all a source of spiritual gains

A conundrum that was and still is
The Philippians grew bold and brave
If Paul the Roman genius could suffer
They would give more to Him that gave

The sacrifice of one Man birthed
An explosion of the Word
Christ did thus to save the Church
Paul-to follow footsteps of the Lord

Christ the King of Heaven descended
Paul the Roman Citizen condescended
Both upended themselves for the Light
Think of a supernova-fading bright

A bed of roses is not a good foil
For a faith built on blood and toil
For us the sacrifice may not be blood
Yet for this free gift we must deny
Ourselves for the love of the Lord

Covenant Trumps Circumstance

When Israel were captives in Egypt
Denied their rights and forced to slave
In back-breaking toils of brick making
They remembered the promise God gave
And cried against the oppressive rulers
Who whip-lashed their burdened backs
Yet added no mortar to ease their tasks
In the midst of such precarious peril
They were still children of the covenant
Though despised and treated ill
After four hundred years in God’s will
Israel had only lost her fellowship
Through exile from the land of promise
The Covenant was not premised on geography
Misery and penury could not annul destiny
Today’s Israel-the elect church takes solace
In her straits she rests on God’s sovereignty

The Reasoning Of Brother Demas

Paul surely had lost his spiritual edge
Twas time for him to leave the stage
Age had made him yesterday’s sage
Demas thought-it was time to turn the page

When the anointing was still on him
Aprons taken from his saintly body
Healed all scarred at Satan’s whim
Now he abandoned Trophimus at Miletus
His prayer unable to heal an infirm buddy

This Tent-Maker turned itinerant preacher
Had failed to monetise his message
With his gift the ministry should be richer
Now he had only one cloak in his dotage

Was Paul’s mighty faith now waning?
Why was his infirmity not healed
After years of tearful pleading
His faltering faith had finally failed

This man who had seen the third heaven
Was now trapped in a stinking cell
A manacled maniac musing about death
Rejoicing in tolling of martyrdom’s bell

Brother Demas was done with this
He wanted out to make great impact
With a gospel not enfeebled by piety
A ministry better in strategy and tact

But Brother Demas failed to see
Divine strength robed in weakness
Was God’s own modus operandi
The gift is not to bless those in the harness

 

The Need For Gratitude

When you rise to a stretching morning
And all you see is a daunting dawning
Remember some have sunk to deep sleep
Know that of gratitude you have sore need

When you encounter perils on life’s way
And you are swarmed by bills to pay
Remember He who does the ravens feed
Think that of gratitude you have sore need

When still weak and ill after the pill
And you see the sands of youth ebbing
Remember the Physician you are serving
Plead that of gratitude you have sore need

When they say opportunities come only once
And you have fluffed your lines like a dunce
Think-the denying disciple became Apostles’ example
Smile-for of gratitude you have sore need

If a flotilla of past sins heaving and bobbing
Buffets your mind with waves of doubt
To dam this tide of damnation did the Saviour bleed
Remember that of gratitude you have sore need

And if inspiration fails the despairing muse
Or he wonders if his words are of any use
Perhaps it is only for one and one yet unborn
For the gift of a reader-of gratitude he has sore need

Weak Man & Mighty Letters

The Corinthians scoffed at Paul the aged
They said his letters were full of vim
Bristling with intent and elemental force
His presence was not-they remembered him
The little hook-nosed Jew with an infirmity
Eyes forever damaged by meeting Him
The Pillar of Fire-the great shining Light
What gave this man the sheer audacity
To excomunicate a believer without leniency
For he wrote and judged the man in absentia
Sentenced without a pretence of natural justice
Yet that was God’s Messenger for that age
His body was weak but not his will
Nor the anointing of the apostle still
Judge not God’s servants by appearance
Or you would be miffed at their stance
Never mind the packaging-look at the gift