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

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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

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