This page is dedicated to our Father, the Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. After God rescued the children of Israel from Egypt, one of the major issues is that they incessantly complained, threatened insurrection, and were not thankful for the miracles He did in their favor. Today, we go about our lives, self-absorbed and giving God little or no thought. I wanted to follow David's example, writing songs of praise and worship, but in a 21st-Century style.
You are great, Lord. No
one can plumb the depths of your wisdom. No one can reach the end
of your conclusions. When you made the
Creation, You engineered the smallest specks of life with as much attention to
detail as you invested in man. The athiests rail and
laugh against your mighty power, believing utter
nonsense. Choose any part of the
human anatomy and its engineering is too great
Could man have ever
thought of the hand? It is a marvel of
engineering, able to play delicate and difficult
concertos. It can open a door, even
while clutching a number of grocery bags. It caresses the baby's
bottom and the wife's cheek. What other device could we
have contrived to equal its marvel?
The finest and most
expensive microphones cannot duplicate the human
ear. Would evolutionary chance
have given us such an instrument? Yet all of these marvels
are plainly revealed in the Creation. Self-willed and
deliberately ignorant "scientists" ignore the evidence. Those who do acknowledge
your existence are drummed out of academia, They lose their grants and
laboratories for not following the status
I will not forget what
you've done, My Lord. Every day I will praise
Bow down, you great statesmen!
Bend the knee, talented musician!
Count all you know as garbage, oh, college professor!
Close your mouth, you who seek recognition for what God has given you.
Who is it who gave you the mind, wit, and ability?
Is it not God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ?
Ask the person chained to a wheel chair, if he can speak.
Ask the stroke victim how invunerable they used to see themselves.
Thank the Lord Jesus for the ability to rise in the morning.
Thank God for the little discernment you do have
as you shuffle towards the cemetery.
What we have been given is surely temporary,
to be left behind in the grave, food for what dwells there.
If you have surrendered to Christ in this life,
perhaps what God has given you will carry on into Eternity.
If not, perhaps it was not worth keeping. It did not honor
He who sits on the Throne.
Our Lord is just.
His decisions are pure and unaffected by influence, bribes, or gifts.
Better to fall into God's hands than suffer man's judgments.
Better to be sent to Hell by Christ than to be rewarded by Satan.
Indeed, one day in the presence of Jesus
is better than ten thousand in this life, hidden from His face.
When my time has come, I know that Jesus will do what is right,
be it cast away from His presence or ushered into Glory.
If I go to Hell, I'll go with the reasurrance that He did the right thing.
If I go to Heaven, it will be solely by His grace, and not of any works on my part.
But my salvation is sure, an address in heaven has my name on the mailbox.
Not so the unsaved, whose destination is also assured.
When I was young I chased dreams of fame and fortune.
I thought, surely I could stand in the light of praise on a stage.
But when I grew old, and followed the path God laid at my feet,
the dreams of youth were replaced by the reality of destiny.
It is a fool's journey to pursue fame.
To hunger for Fame's brothers and sisters:
money, materialism, and fleshly indulgence will not satisfy.
Nor will any of them be of help when I slip into Eternity.
Only in Jesus can the emptiness be filled.
Only in Jesus can the soul and spirit be satisfied.
The bright lights of song and fame are gone in an instant,
to be replaced by the next one in line.
When you leave the stage, no one cares and everyone soon forgets.
The sound of a broom sweeping up the trash is the final applause.
Wake up! Loosen the chains of the flesh!
Run to Jesus, whose arms are open wide, anxious to receive the lost.
Don't seek the vain and fickle praise of man.
Nothing of what we do will be remembered.
In the End, let God's praise wash over you.
Let Him be the One to hang your portrait on the wall.