Just Past the Bend

 If I am to live Oh LORD, Let it be with great zeal. Not with pompous words, Or even in how I feel! Oh LORD, may just a part of Your passion,   Live in one as simple as me. And may my steps honor You, For all to see! For to live without Your passion, Is to die slowly each day. Like a ship with no compass, Sailing away! No port ahead, No mission to complete. Just another day on board, Lost to the fleet! Sailing the globe, But never seeing the sites. Passing great cities, Only at distance, seeing their lights. May The LORD call me home, Should I grow this cold. For should my passion die, May I never grow old!

As I passed through the valley of the shadow of death, I saw light growing stronger and brighter than words could describe, though the light was piercing, it was not painful. My feet then touched down on what looked like streets of gold, shinning with great luster, to my right I heard my name, and as I turned, Jesus stood smiling, welcome; I’ve been waiting for you! All my words were gone, I could only cry as a repetitive thank you, began to spout out over and over, thank you Lord, thank you Lord. After a time of thanking and praising, I said, Lord you were waiting to greet me? Yes, He replied I greet all who arrive; you were one of many today, come let Me show you around. As I turned to go with Him, I was lost for words at my surroundings, I thought, Hollywood couldn’t have even dreamed this. In what looked like mile after mile as far as I could see there were mansions, none small, none describable by earth terms, but mansions, oh were there mansions! These homes wer

In God's perfect time, There was no end. For time never mattered, When there was no sin. But the day Adam fell, Times clock began. As the world started spinning, From the sins of man. Round and round, Time and again. As the earth grew drunker, from spinning in sin. Sinning and spinning, Spinning in sin. Time cries for more, Now sensing the end... For as true as beginning's, Even time has an end. As the pendulum winds down, On the time of sin. 

In days of weakness, When you've felt lost. I remembered the day, You came to the cross. Bowing so reverent, Before God's throne. From that day forth, You were never alone. Oh, there have been times, That you have strayed. But My Spirit inside you, Always has stayed. The days you felt, Covered in sin. The day's you thought, I'll never win. Even the days you tied,  My Hands. Those days when you chose, your ways, and not My plans.  The days you saw, Loved ones die. The days you cried, Why, God why? Though you didn't recognize me, I was always there. I longed for the moment, That you'd find me in prayer. You see I never stopped caring, For you my child. I just thought you should know, Since...  we haven't talked in a while.

There are many great lands, Where worshiping God,  Is a mans choice. Then there are lands, Where God has no voice. Through pagans and politics, God's message has been stilled. And all who teach of His Son, Are tortured and killed. From the time of Stephen, To present day. Many are still martyred, For to whom, they pray. Death by torture, If you teach God's Word. Many have died, But more have heard! When one martyr dies, They become like a seed,  To the earth. Their fruit may be gone. But they died to give birth. http://justpastthebend.blogspot.com/