WHERE DO YOU STAND?

Just standing in a palace doesn’t make you a Tsar

Any more than standing in a garage makes you a car

It doesn’t make you a cook if you stand in a kitchen

So just going to church doesn't make you a Christian

PENTECOST SUNDAY

 

Pentecost Sunday is

The Feast of Weeks

White Sunday

Is the fiftieth day

And Marks the end

Of Eastertide

Celebrating the descent

Of the Holy Spirit

Upon the Apostles

And all followers

Of Jesus Christ

IF NOT

 

If not the lord

Then what?

Raiki?

Yoga?

Or feng shui

Worshiping the elements

The sun and the moon

A return to chaos

Pagan times

Before the fisher of men

Cast his net

 

If not our lord

Then who?

What idol?

What fad or fashion

Plastic surgeons

The new gods

De-toxing

And colonic irrigation

Or wannabee’s

Worshiping celebrity

At the altar of fame

 

If not the Christ

Then what?

Loss of faith

Loss of belief

But they don’t stop believing

Because they have a need

A desperate need

To believe in something

So, they believe

In everything and anything

Except the risen Christ

LET HIM IN

 

Let God within your heart

Fill the void of darkness

Filled with love and joy

Let his love envelope

Your being

Let him bring light

Where dark once dwelt

Let him bring love

Where hate once ruled

Let him bring happiness

Where sadness held dominion

SHE IS THE ANGEL OF THE CHOIR

She is the Angel of the choir

She is my only hearts desire

Her voice fills me with rapture

A voice as sweet as her nature

But though I am in a state of bliss

I could never hope for a single kiss

For she is but a visitor from on high

An angel fallen from the sky

No mortal voice could so express

Each note in perfect choral congress

 

She is the Angel of the choir

She is my only hearts desire

In truth I know she is earthly born

But nonetheless I am left forlorn

For I have her upon a pedestal so high

That even an angel fallen from the sky

When on heavenly wings she flew

Would be less exalted in my view

So, I must watch my angel as she sings

As my devoted heart grows wings

And soars up high on her sweet melody

I pray my angel will only sing for me

ANGELS OF THE CHOIR

Angels of the choir

Is this the sound of heaven?

Such sweet emanations’

Heaven sings out

Each note

Plucks at my heart

Lifts my soul

Then elevates me

Carrying me away

On a choral wave

Of sweet rapture

Then upon the final note

Of purest clarity

I return to earth

FORGIVENESS

I find it hard to forgive

But we are taught we must

To be a good Christian

We must first forgive others

Before God can forgive us

But I find it hard to forgive

I cannot let go the bitterness

Or it’s associated baggage

The betrayal of those I thought friends

The deceit of family

The put downs and the knocks

The adversities and animosities

I cannot make that commitment to forgive

All I can do is promise to try

Try to climb that ladder of forgiveness

One painful rung at a time

And if I do succeed

In becoming a better person

A more forgiving person

If I manage to slowly climb the ladder

And earn God’s forgiveness

I will only do so with His grace

And not by some immense effort on my part