Summit

We followed Him up the mountain to pray
When all that He is began to burst through.
His glorious majesty on display,
The splendor within Him steadily grew.

His face soon became as bright as the sun.
His clothes white as lightning flashing at night
And as we beheld the Radiant One,
We woke from our slumber into His light.

Moses appeared, representing the law
And Elijah came for the prophets too.
While they conversed we looked on in awe,
Fearfully wondering what we should do.

Peter unknowingly shouted out loud,
"Let us build shelters for each of you three!"
Yet while he was speaking, there came a cloud
Overshadowing us with brilliancy.

God's heavenly presence fell upon us,
Approving the one the scriptures spoke of,
As everything came together in Jesus;
The Lamb to be slain through unselfish love.

Six days before, He predicted His death,
Yet all that He told us remained concealed.
But then as we tried to gather our breath,
The promise of God was clearly revealed.

"This is my chosen and dearly loved Son,"
God's voice softly thundered into our ears,
"Listen to Him!" He said and was done,
While Jesus remained to calm our fears.

Oh the scriptures foretold within their scrolls,
The glorious servant of suffering
Who was beaten and killed to save our souls
And arise from the grave as Christ our King!

The law and prophets reflected God's light
As His presence swiftly surrounded us,
But the glory of God stood in our sight
And the culmination was marvelous!

I Kings 19

Salvation Magnified

What else could man deserve than death,
from living on his sinful death?
No gold nor silver can redeem,
nor human hands with evil scheme.
But God abounding full of grace,
He came for men of every race.
Through Jesus Christ, He came to save,
such mankind destined to the grave.
With love, He died in our stead,
with love, He rose up from the dead!
And now, Salvation magnified,
Our Lord, God Jesus glorified!
Full repentance and surrender,
live in faith and trust our Savior.

My imagination.

Imagine if for the last time, you

closed your eyes but could still see,
where else other than earth, do you
think you could really be.

If behind your heavy eyelids, there
was this wonderful place,
everything was peaceful and warm,
and there was no rat race.

All you felt in your heart was joy,
and you were free from pain,
where the sun was always shining,
and never did it rain.

Love took precedence over hate, and
no battles were fought,
kindness was a natural gift that
flourished, no need for it to be taught.

Well I can imagine all this, without
it being the last time i close my eyes,
it's a wonderful place called heaven,
that accepts a life when it dies.

His Pow'rs Attain

The earths do quake and mountains shake,
The seas do roar and comes before.
The storms do break, hear noise they make,
O nature's lore, your wrath devour.

Now guns do fire which men desire,
Yes bombs do blow and overthrow.
Yet lusts admire though souls do tire,
O to and fro do evil grow.

Then comprehend short lives do end,
Those flowers die come moments by.
Though deeds do trend and hearts amend,
O true we cry that death is nigh.

Fear not, my soul, when troubles howl,
For God, He reigns, He's Sovereign.
For one and all, He made things whole,
'Tis my refrain,--"His pow'rs attain!"

Because I'm Human

Because I'm Human

Because I’m Human
Because I am not perfect ,
My best intentions seen
To sometimes miss fillment ,
Like the texture of a dream ,
And I wage a daily battle ,
That I very often lose ,
Between the things that matter,
And the ones I seen to choose .

Because I am no angel ,
I am easy to mislead ,
In spite of what I know is right ,
I’m swayed by pride and greed .
Sometimes I think I love the world
Too much to want to leave ,
Though Eternity awaits me ,
And all that I believe ,

My free will is a problem ,
How easy it would be ,
If God made the decisions ,
And took the job from me
But in this there is no merit ,
I am very well aware ,
So I have to work for Heaven ,
Every moment I am here.

And just because I’m human ,
It might take a little long ,
To be come what I was meant to be ,
Since I’m really not that strong .
So I’ll just keep on a trying ,
and I’ll live from day to day ,
For my spirit is immortal ,
…Though my body’s made of clay ,

Summer Days ( A Time of Forgetting)

Oh, those busy summer days;
People seem to be busy always.

There are those who go to the pool;
Just a few hours to keep cool.

Some take off to the lake;
Catching fish is a piece of cake.

Many people go on vacation;
A time for fun and relaxation.

Money is spent on this or that;
For kid's toys or Mom's new hat.

Come Sunday, many seem to forget;
And do things they'll later regret.

You're on vacation, God will understand;
Going to church, you hadn't planned.

God is the creator of it all;
Winter, spring, summer, and fall.

Give God the glory that is due;
He never forgets about you.

The Road To Calvary

The Bible is an atlas
and the verses are a map
that shows each person
exactly where they're at.
Don't take a detour,
no telling where they'll lead
for there aren't any detours
on the road to Calvary.

Jesus is the bridge
that connects us to our God
and He walked the trail
that you and I have trod.
He paved the way for us
by dying for our sin.
How we don't have to go
exactly where He's been.

He walked the road to Calvary
and took a trip to hell
and preached to the sinners
that had already fell.
He showed them the scars
that upon His back He bore
and those that came back with Him,
a robe and crown they wore.

Listen very carefully
for now it's time to go.
Jesus loves you more 
than you will ever know.
Follow the map 
that He left for you and me,
for there aren't any detours
on the road to Calvary.