The Prodigal

On days like today, with many things of the natural distracting my attention from you, I see how forgiving and loving of a Father you are. I've wasted many a moment with other things and not sat at your feet. But when you come to mind again I realize what in what state I am. Nothing today has been satisfying  though I have "accomplished" much I am parched for you! O Father, receive me back into your presence! So that I may partake even of the scraps at your table. You not only gladly receive me but bestow on me a feast! You always are there with open arms to receive.

Trodding that Same Path

When any ounce of my being is lifted up
My Lord reminds me that it is with the meek with whom He will sup
When any praise swells my heart inside
My Lord reminds me that grace is given to the humble not the one with pride

My knees must be flexible and always ready to bend
As a sheep who is willing to let it’s Shepherd tend
Comfort comes from knowing that He with His staff and rod
Will lovingly train and conform me and lead me up the same Path He trod

The Killing Zone

From the comfort of my chair

 As I sit with little care

 A thought comes to mind

“How could I be so unkind?

 Forgetting those our brethren

 Also looking forward to the Kingdom of Heaven"

As I fall down to my knees

“Father, help them please.

 Endure the pain of torture

 To remember their Hope so sure

 And as men seek to take their life,

 Remind them that Jesus did not fight back in strife"

Prostrate on my face I now lie

“Make me worthy Lord also to die.

 To suffer for Thy name

 And bring thee glory not shame

 Just like those thy saints in the killing zone

 Patiently longing for their true home"