Miscellaneous Poetry 3
Poetry of John Schenck
|Written February 9, 1875|
Published in the Signs of the Times,
August 1, 1877
1. The first of May in sixty-nine,
As on my bed I did recline,
I heard a voice, from heaven it came,
And in my ears it did proclaim;
2. "In that great day there shall be war
With every nation near and far;
And mercy I will have on none,
Saving one nation, only one".
3. Then I beheld a field of wheat
Lay in a valley near my feet;
And there was one with might and main
A cutting down the golden grain.
4. This, I was made to understand,
Was verily the Son of Man
The field of what was all mankind,
And to the harvest were consigned.
5. And as he cut from east to west,
I saw a few among the rest,
That moved along with even pace,
And were not slaughtered in the race.
6. And when they reached the outer wall,
There was a door, though very small,
And all the moving ones passed through,
And thus they passed beyond my view.
7. And all the rest, as I was shown,
Were in a common bundle thrown.
That voice again came unto me,
"Bind in a bundle what you see".
8. Then I approached, with awe profound,
And took the bundle from the ground;
But soon, with wonder, I did find
It was too much for me to bind.
9. To make two bundles then I tried,
But found that it would not divide;
And I awoke, my vision fled,
But still it lingers in my head.
1. Thus, I believe that I was shown
That awful day when Christ shall come,
To claim His people for His own,
And wicked men receive their doom.
2. We read in Scripture of the tares
To be in bundles bound and burned;
The wicked taken in their snares,
Into an awful hell be turned.
3. But there's a nation, just and pure,
Chosen of God, a royal seed,
A holy priesthood shall endure,
And are from sin and bondage freed.
4. This holy nation, I believe,
I saw pass through that little door;
They shall a crown of life receive,
And reign with Christ forevermore.
5. O, that I could but know that I
Was one of these much favored ones;
I think I should rejoice to die,
And be at home among the sons.
Poetry of Ron Coulson
|Standing Strong in the Spirit|
As I get still before you Lord,|
I want to see your blazing sword
I would to hear You say to me,
Son bend your knee as I knight thee
Now rise up Son before my throne,
For I have called you as my own
For I would have you do for me,
Things impossible for eyes to see
From your Mother's womb my hand's upon thee,
That I might shape your Destiny
You will go from here to there,
As I send you, under my care
For I have placed My power within you,
To go and do, as I send you
The powers of darkness cannot see,
The things I have prepared for thee
For you will go with my power,
To dispel darkness in this hour
Keen insight I have given you,
To understand: now, go and do
For I am with you all the time
That I will show that you are mine
Warring Angels are with you,
And will assist where I send you
And now you know my love for you,
As you go forth in all you do
For I have made a way for you,
To overcome the enemy too
My protection is there to keep you safe,
As you travel from place to place
And as you go, this you will know:
My love for you will always grow
My hand's upon you to lead the way,
And that is why, I will say
Be blessed my Son in all you do,
For I the Lord have done it too
My Father's heart I share with you,
To keep you safe in all you do
Thus says a Father to a Son:
"Well Done...My Precious One"
Poetry of Rob Miller
Father forgive them|
for they know not what they do
tearing his flesh
for they thirst the blood it drew
men like beast
for they act so cruel and wild
makes one ponder
for they were once a child
robe of purple
for they mocked his royalty
crown of thorns
for they refused his liberty
nails drove deep
for they knew not he's there free
uplifted the cross
for they hung the lamb to a tree
three days entombed
for they as sheep were scattered
but now arisen
for they who abide are gathered
Poetry of Chris Stewart
Nations mean to choose and to do their own will|
in the name of God and of country they kill,
and from the beginning it's been the great hoax
to commandeer allegiance from us simple folks...
"Sheeple" told to vote the choices they're given
but His sheep called to note the voice of their Sovereign,
for there is another Kingdom with greater authority
whose only law is love and its subjects a minority:
chosen, royal, holy, peculiar people and odd,
called out to live and show forth the praises of God.
And if reviled, persecuted and mocked is the price,
gladly live and die and be martyred for Christ
Who said, "Represent Me in this world, be not of it
for My enemies embrace the world and they love it".
But to live is Christ and to die is gain
so let others vote Obama, let others choose McCain.
Yet let us, dear brethren, remember Who we serve
Who redeemed us, forgave us, and loved us undeserved.
There is no other choice for the born again
whose citizenship in this world must end,
for this world must end; it's the system's fate,
so come out of her My people, before it's too late,
for if you are Mine then it's you they will hate...
Come out of her My people - now - in 2008.
Poetry of Don Moen
|Name Above All Names|
In Genesis, Jesus is the Ram at Abraham's altar.|
In Exodus, He's the Passover Lamb.
In Leviticus, He's the High Priest.
In Numbers, He's the Cloud by day and the Pillar of Fire by night.
In Deuteronomy, He's the City of our refuge.
In Joshua, He's the Scarlet Thread out Rahab's window.
In Judges, He is our Judge.
In Ruth, He's our Kinsman Redeemer.
In 1st & 2nd Samuel, He's our Trusted Prophet.
And in Kings and Chronicles, He's our Reigning King.
In Ezra, He's our Faithful Scribe.
In Nehemiah, He's the Rebuilder of everything that is broken.
In Ester, He's the Mordecai, sitting faithful at the gate.
In Job, He's our Redeemer who ever liveth.
In Psalms, He's is my Shepherd and I shall not want.
In Proverbs and Ecclesiastes, He's our Wisdom.
In the Song of Solomon, He's the Beautiful Bridegroom.
In Isaiah, He's the Suffering Servant.
In Jeremiah and Lamentations, it is Jesus who is the Weeping Prophet.
In Ezekiel, He's the Wonderful, Four-Faced Man.
In Daniel, He's the fourth Man in the midst of the fiery furnace.
In Hosea, He is my Love that is forever faithful.
In Joel, He baptizes us with the Holy Spirit.
In Amos, He's our Burden-Bearer.
In Obadiah, He's our Saviour.
And in Jonah, He's the Great Foreign Missionary Who takes the Word of God into all the world.
You go on and you see in Micah, He's the Messenger with beautiful feet.
In Nahum, He is the Avenger.
In Habakkuk, He's the Watchman Who is ever-praying for revival.
In Zephaniah, He's the Lord, mighty to save.
And in Malachi, He's the Son of Righteousness with healing in His wings.
In Matthew, "Thou are the Christ, the Son of the living God".
In Mark, He's the Miracle Worker.
In Luke, He's the Son of Man.
And in John, He's the Door by which every one of us must enter.
In Acts, He's the shining Light that appeared to Saul on the road to Damascus.
In Romans, He is our Justifier.
In 1st Corinthians, our Resurrection.
In 2nd Corinthians, our Sin-Bearer.
In Galatians, He redeems us from the law.
In Ephesians, He is our unsearchable Riches.
In Philippians, He supplies our every need.
In Colossians, He's the fullness of the Godhead bodily.
In 1st & 2nd Thessalonians, He's our soon-coming King.
In 1st & 2nd Timothy, He's the Mediator between God and man.
In Titus, He's our Blessed Hope.
In Philemon, He's a Friend Who sticks closer than a brother.
In Hebrews, He's the Blood of the everlasting covenant.
In James, it's the Lord Who heals the sick.
In 1st & 2nd Peter, He's the Chief Shepherd.
In 1st, 2nd & 3rd John, it is Jesus Who has the tenderness of love.
In Jude, He's the Lord coming with 10,000 saints.
And in Revelation, lift up your eyes, Church, for your redemption draweth nigh! He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords!
(1) In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
(2) The same was in the beginning with God.
(3) All things were made through him; and without him was not
anything made that hath been made.
(4) In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
Poetry of Russell Kelfer
|Waiting on The Lord|
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.|
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I plead and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait!"
"Wait, You say? Wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming Your Word".
"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign".
"And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, as we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait".
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want -- but, you wouldn't know ME".
"You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see".
"You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save ... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart".
"The flow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST".
"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I'm doing in you!"
"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
that THE GREATEST OF GIFTS IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT".