25, Season Episode 5 - SHOW NOTES & COPYRIGHTS (10/8/21)
I would like to apologize for a mistake I made in last week’s podcast. When talking about David and the Psalms, I said he earned his salvation. The did not earn it, he prayed to live in God’s salvation. It is only by God’s grace we find salvation. Forgive me for my mis-statement.
Again this week I m not sure where this one is going. 4 poems from Living In God’s Rhyme (©2017 by Tim Carter). Again the common thread is God and Jesus. That is more than good enough. We’ll just follow the Spirit where He leads.
From Living In God’s Rhyme, pg. 29
MONDAY MORNING THE NIGHT BEFORE
There is nothing to say
Nothing new in any way
Except the thunder I hear
Slowly as it moves near
There is one difference I have noticed
Since putting letters together that form the words
Well now two
I have misplaced the punctuation
And one line is too long
But through it all,
On this day I still hear
His voice, his call.
He is still, as always, here.
Always and forever
Includes tomorrow,
Knowing the he will never
Leave me in my sorrow.
Another day to be in his presence
Another hour to be thankful
That through his grace my penance,
He has taken from me, it is paid in full.
So, I will awake in the morning,
To the rising Son.
There will be no mourning,
The battle he has won.
The only fear I will know
Is the awesome reverence
That by his holiness I must show
To God for taking my repentance.
Monday morning’s prayer is
That all my desires
Are that I live wanting what is his,
His love for me is all I desire.
On pg. 34
THE RHYME OF GOD, THE RHYME OF ME
There may be no rhymes
As in other times.
But it is not that the Lord
Has struck a lost chord.
(if he did it would be sung
as every church bell was rung)
His rhyme is his word,
The scriptures we read
Through which he plants the seed,
With hope that we have heard.
It is through his grace
That we see his face
In those we meet
And those we greet.
If we believe,
In us lives his rhyme
Forever in time.
He will not deceive.
Then I decided to write
About something right,
But got it wrong
Because it was me,
Me, just me, alone.
I can wander in this world,
Oblivious to all that is good.
I can try by myself
To lift myself up,
Up above the
Hustle without
The bustle,
And fail
Because the bustle
Of this world
Is the hustle
That tells me
All I see
Is all I need.
Then I awake from what I hope was a dream,
Hoping that all is not what it seemed.
I look in the mirror and see
The reflection of what I used to be.
What I used to be before
My Savior redeemed me,
Made me righteous in his eyes,
The eyes of his Father in Heaven above.
Every moment of every day I felt his love.
A love for me and those who surround
My life, who have oft times run aground.
I pray that what I dream
Is never real.
I pray that what may seem
Somewhat surreal
Is nothing more than a bad dream
From a bad movie scene.
As I live I pray that temptation
I turn over to my Savior
Who has conquered my sin
No matter...
