"Living The Christian Life is NOT a bed of roses"

I read the title of this ode

And MOST would think "How true"

However, I have ALWAYS felt,

Applies NOT, to me and you.

For when you see some roses,

From 'far, they look so fine,

Everything is radiant,

This rose garden of mine.

BUT, . . . . for that garden t'flourish well,

The 'Gardener' MUST work hard,

Pruning deadened leaves and blooms

Their bountiousness to guard.

His work, not JUST the pruning,

The deadened twigs, remove,

But also their surroundings,

So roots, their Source, can prove.

There also are those prickly thorns

To tear your skin apart,

If e'er (or WHEN) you barge right in

And don't think with the heart.

HE is the constant 'pruner'

So WE will look our best,

Give 'Gardener' HIS glory,

'til we gain, eternal rest.

Comments

Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

Addenda to 'Who is this man'

Who is this Man Addenda (in blue) to an anthem by Mary Kay Beall entitled Who is this Man? sung in my home church choir a few years ago. Who is this man upon a cross By love's decree, brought low? They say He came to save the world Because God loved us so The King of Kings And Lord of Lords Eternally He'll reign Can it be true He died for me And yes, would die again Who is this man upon the cross? He is a friend to me And though I oft Him disappoint His love has set me free The King of Kings And Lord of Lords He took my sin and pain And yes it's true He died for me, But will return again

A Father's Blessing

As youngest son, I always sensed From many of the brothers, True or not, they’d put me down, I wasn’t like the others. A few days prior to passing on, A blessing I was giv’n From my beloved, aged dad, Before he moved to Heav’n. His health was failing faster now ...

Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Search This Blog