The prayer-bar of soap

Some people, when they change their life

To follow Creator God,

They quickly 'fall' to sin again,

And need a nudging prod

To take a step back, start anew,

Oft times rededicate

Their lives to Him, with promises

To live His way, so great.

Rededication, though, is not

A real necessity,

Just think, whene'er we work the land

And then come in, for tea.

We WASH the dirt that is ingrained

Into the pores of hand,

Then start afresh to rectify

To do that which was planned

And so within the life of man

Whene'er we fall, to sin,

Rededication's not required

Re-let our Saviour in.

All that's required is contrite heart,

Forgiveness, ask, from Him,

So reDEVOTE yourself to Him

Just as you did before

Then continue with strength and trust,

'till you reach Heavens door,

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

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 ...

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

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