Mystery

The Greatest Mystery

Out of nothing He fashioned the awesome universe
Stretching out the galactic canvas that He composed
But the greatest mystery that's in the bible verse
Is the God of creation wrapped up in swaddling clothes

He stepped out of eternity into a manger
Unimaginable light drowned in love for strangers
Never once giving thought to His own pleasure
He became our flesh and blood redeeming exchanger

Poem

The Lamb and the Lion

The first time, He came as a servant in disguise,
Although the angels announced His arrival,
And the babe came to earth divinely titled,
There was no mighty army that ensued,
Nor the insignia of earthly royalty giving proof.
While Jesus gave essential clues to His fulfilling truth,
The tribe misunderstood the prophetic crux,
Suspending His throne above the world in crucifixion,
Giving no visible sign of his glorification;
The Lamb crowned with puncturing thorns,
Disciples questioning why He had ever been born,
The Romans mocked and cast lots for His cloak,
Having Nailed him to that foreordained oak,
Toasting his kingship by offering bitter herbs;
Manifest destiny hanging between heaven and earth.

But the next time,

He will come as the mighty conquering Lord,
Having thrown off the garment stained with scorn;
His heavenly nature trumpeted, gloriously adorned,
The Lion of the tribe of Judah has been restored;
Son of Man on a white horse with flaming eyes of torch,
Celestial hosts rejoice as He brings with Him His reward,
The throng of redeemed return with him in support,
Enemies destroyed by the brightness of His sword,
Demons retreat in fear of the horror they will absorb.
His throne is established and ruled with sovereign accord,
Attired in a majesty robe, acknowledged and adored,
Honored with a one of kind crown, cheered by the reborn.
Unbelief will flee his presence when the King retorts,
Every heart that has ever ticked a beat will hit the knee,
Acknowledging the savior and creator of the grand scheme;
Each and every thought or deed paraded for all to see,
Eternal life in the balance, to be, or not to be?
Angels celebrate with acclaim, exalting His name,
And the saints will forever praise, gain knowledge and reign.

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Bean And Rice Again?

The wind was to our back, Jesus Christ reigned,
and strangers waved, as they passed on the lane.
We did our ABC's in a three room school house;
people seemed to really care, charity was a fre-
quent dare, and Sundays were an all day affair:
Morning, noon and night the Word was shared.
There were tent revivals in summer time, which
kept the fans busy, and nobody misunderstood
when the preaching was on sin. But the Times
said: God is dead, and moral relativism set in.

We ate beans and rice one year for nine months,
they call that a recession these days, but we all
made it through just fine. TV was the craze, a-
dored those Three Stooges, the Little Rascals,
Spanky and Alfalfa. Sister tattletaled often, and
learned a hard lesson; spankings galore, deserv-
ed and needed more. Mom and dad quarreled
often, but they stuck it out through hard times,
and you didn't have to worry about there being
many crimes. Life was good, there was no need
for a legal finding, as a man's word was binding.

Then the Jones moved next door, the priorities
changed, even mom went to chore; we all want-
ed more, a piece of the pie, the American dream,
but what fantasy was that? When men put wo-
men to toil outside the home, the family nucleus
began to unravel, with latchkey kids left alone to
their own devise. Did the material things become
our god, or where did we really go poor? Don't
get me wrong, generations need modulation, but
the pendulum swinging beyond the blue-yonder?

Longing for the much simpler black and white;
not the overwhelming gray that we see today,
but humanity has evolved, godlike commission,
there's talk of a new creation, with prosperous
motives, not to mention weapons of mass de-
struction. But some things are exceptional: folks
flying planes into towers, killing distant neigh-
bors by the thousands; MAD seemed to lurk,
but a new paradigm is manifestly in the works.

There are many faiths called the great religions,
but whatever happened to Jesus? God Bless
America is in vogue, all the fashion, but there
is confusion on authorization. Prayer is judicial
in the sanctuary or the drawer, but Christ is
offensive to the media crisscrossing. Maybe
time has past me by, but I don't like this new
god, devised by the politically correct, hallow-
ed ground crowd; longing for the former things,
hard times ahead, maybe beans and rice again?

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Just Like Any Other Day

Cruising along, singing a celebration song,
Listening to 'Third Day' proclaim with praise.
Suddenly there is an ear piercing ringing,
the sky is splitting. Is that a horn I am hearing?
Surely, I'm dreaming? Twisting with a hard pinch,
but there is no screaming. Below, my car is a run-
away speeding. In shock, my heart is pleading:
WOW! I can fly? I can fly! I can fly!!
Myriads lifting with me, sweeter tunes have
never been exhumed, nor a melody serenaded.

Where did I get this robe that's shining white?
Life is magnified exponentially by His light;
the nearer His presence, the brighter the rainbow,
the deeper the hue, the sweeter the sound,
the more alluring the aroma. His majestic beauty
abounds; osmotic assimilation: the mind becomes
a soaking sponge, drinking knowledge in gulps,
thinking faster than ever could be. Glory, glory
to the King, who I can see. I can see! I can see!!

Heavenly notes prance in the air with dance,
Zillions of colors converge around the throng.
The sweet savor of bouquet's soaring romance,
Swims within the quantum senses enhanced;
speed of thought traversing, arriving before the
notion finishes nursing. In one nanosecond a
mortal lifetime of sharing, but even chocolate is
boorish in this sphere. Indescribable deliciousness
in the former life, only now can be appreciated
by the glorified. Emotional tumultuousness is non-
existent. Celestial communications exceed the
old flesh and blood capacity to interrelate.
Euphoric exhilaration transcends the sierra joy
of the earthly integration.

At the Master's feet nothing else matters,
joining with others whose pardon was received,
participating in the divine forever fellowship,
as the prophetic agape' oneness is achieved.
In unison on our knees, squeezing my set of
mansion keys and awed by the angelic breeze,
yet to still be me, an individual He died for,
is enough to keep yours truly busy for aeons to
come: just praising and soaking in His unbound-
ing expressions of divine love, receiving the
never ending comprehension of His essence.
The grandeur of all that is by His hand,
fades to insignificance beside Him.

What started just like any other day,
has turned into a wonderful new Way.

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