One Thing Thou Lackest

 

One thing thou lackest was said
By Christ to the rich young ruler
Who kept all the Mosaic laws
A‎nd thought he was free from flaws
Being a protégé of his denomination
Devout and worthy of admiration
But his piety only brought him amity
From friends on earth and hearth
He knew he did not have the true Life
And sought a remedy for his malady
The prescription of Doctor Jesus was dire
An immediate fire sale of self-denial
And acceptance of the Word‎ of the hour
This rich young ruler was filled with ire
It was too great a price to leave his seat
As a sterling scion of the Synagogue
For fame and fortune he beat a retreat
What would it cost you in today’s terms
To walk in the weather-worn narrow way
And follow the prophesied truth of the day
Come what may, you must pay the price
To be Christ’s Bride and stand at His Side

 

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

 

Mid-Verse Prophecy

Christ walked into the Synagogue one day
He took the prophetic scroll and read
The words He had inspired Isaiah to say
For seven centuries these words had been ‎said
Sung and chanted to worshippers enchanted
They understood it not for they sought it not
He paused in the second verse of the sixty first chapter
And closed the scroll and gave it to the Minister
For the unsaid part of that verse was for hereafter
For His Second Coming and future manifestation
He said ‘This day this Scripture is fulfilled’
That was then, now keep your eyes peeled
For the last part of that second verse is upon us
Seeing this, embrace the truth without fuss

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

Bread On Different Levels

When the Syro-Phoenician sought healing
Jesus let her know with whom He was dealing
The children’s bread was not for dogs
Did He have no feeling or what was His meaning?
Still He said-lest Gentiles begin to dread
That He had other sheep from a different fold
Roaming in the wild and suffering in the cold
Murky waters of sin-they too must meet Him
The Shepherd of souls and be led and fed
With this same Bread that the children rejected
Pushed away from the fleshy tables of their heart
It fell to the Gentiles-those chosen to play the part
Same Word preached and offered to Jew first
Once rejected became the object of Gentile zest
Tables turned topsy-turvy and gravel became gravy
The wayside became the upside and right side
The wild wayfarers became Spirit Dwellers
Tis Soul Food served to the elect on a different level

You Must Answer Pilate’s Question

On the day Christ was brought before Pilate
He asked a question to which we may all relate
‘What shall I do with Jesus called the Christ’?
Two options – acceptance of salvation or rejection
Which would finally culminate in His crucifixion
He asked the Jews this question and took the decision
To take a chance on the path of least resistance
He chose political popularity over obvious veracity
Then washed his hands and washed furiously again
To no avail for his own decision must prevail
His own final solution to the Jesus-Messiah question
Same question lands hot and steaming on our plate
We may prevaricate but cannot perpetually hesitate
Pilate had to decide during the Jewish Passover
We too must ere life passes and our day is over
Jesus the Word is before us and the question rings
Like bells of ticking time to men in every clime
What then shall you do with Jesus called Christ?

Drawn to the Word or a Creed?

No man can come to the Saviour
He opined-without the Spirit’s lure
Fresh Word-carcass will only gather
Eagles to a feast of spiritual matter
True oneness is found in holiness
Tis the only unity God can really bless
One God, one Church united in one Body
He the Word, She the flesh made worthy
Two cannot walk except they are agreed
So when you unite yourself with a creed
For convenience or greed for fleeting need
It surprises not the all-knowing God
Whose magnet only attracts godly seed
Previously blessed by predestination’s nod