Last Meal

When the widow of Zarephath
A single parent in Israel’s famine
Got to the bottom of her pot
And the flour and oil was not
When she faced death’s grimace
She resolved with her son to
Eat their last meal and starve
Deliverance did suddenly arrive
Not in a horse-drawn food cart
But a hungry man with authority
Elijah-who had the sheer audacity
To ask for a meal when there was
None-yet the woman with alacrity
Put God first knowing it was a test
Her reward was immediate
Elijah prophesied her flour and oil
Would outlast the grim famine
Replenishing while others were perishing
Even in sight of the Grim Reaper
She sowed and reaped for long after
A ‘God first’ policy is always the best

 

 

The Good Adversary

There once lived a woman
Who spoke ill of nobody
And for each enemy she
Had something good to say
Still her friends thought
There was a chink in her
Armour of goody-goody
And so they asked ‎gleefully
What do you think ‎of Satan
To their shock she described
The villain as a good adversary
Think deeply and you will agree
There is good and evil in that tree
Even the evil works out God’s plan
For the trials of the Christian work
Like a mill to finely grind ‎out
The Divine purpose on earth
Knowing this-we can say with
The Spirit that all things work
Together for our good ‎and His glory

Agree With Your Adversary

Agree with your Adversary
While you are on the way
Before you call it a day
Don’t let the sun go down
On the unresolved dispute
Because the wronged will be
Seething with hot stew-rage
And will devour like porridge
If perchance he escalates
The matter to a higher authority
Then your latter end will be worse
Fines and penalties are the price
Defaulters pay to keep the peace

Life From The Dead

 

All that live feed on the dead
Something dies for you to live
If all live you can never thrive
When we savour we devour
Food comes from the not so good
Practice of killing-herbs expire
And animals to give us a new lease
If the sustenance of natural life
Comes from substitutionary death
Then why is the deadly idea rife
That our spiritual life depends
On a bloodless set of commandments
Religion without an atonement ‎ends
In a farce-like you can live on only oxygen
Man shall not live by bread alone-wheat dies
But the Word of God which became flesh
And died too in order that you may rise
To seize the prize of eternally sustained Life

Doubt Not The Light

 

If it is folly to take a silver spoon
To scoop out the mighty ocean
If it would be torment and not a boon
To attempt the endless and thankless
Think again when you doubt the Word
That made the great galaxies above
Which was trusted by those who trod
The preceding paths of our faith
If prophecies could not be stale
Nor visions decay and lose fission
But remained active till time of fruition
Then buoyed by joy we believe
And see miracles exploding before us
Accept Light and fight not the right
Any Icarus that challenges the Son Light
Will be melted for his thankless meddling
And be consumed after judgement’s dawning

 

New Things

 

Forgetting the things that are past
Whatever they are; good or bad
For yesterday’s greatness cannot last
And past failures are not to be had

March then into the pleasant future
Looking at the things as yet unseen
Pressing and stretching without rupture
Let moving forward be your golden mean

Forward to what, wherewith our surges?
What should kindle our passion for action?
Paul to the rescue, he says not to strive
For feud or faction but to live and thrive

By this attaining the mark for the prize
The reason for our calling in Christ
An objective not of any certain rank or size
For the Throne assigns to each his own

Forward then to the fulfilment of purpose
Your purpose personalised by the Lord
Now with masterful mindfulness maximized
Soar to greater things in 2018 by the Word

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