Poetry of the Living Christ

I am having a hard time with writing something that is good, as I often do, I find it extremely difficult to come up with something that is good, not my first thought of the day but one that has started weighing on my mind. Poetry, the simple thought of it occupies my mind for a time, I am not very sure why at this time. I have no interest in poetry in the least sense. Yet it still seems to occupy my mind.

Poetry of the Living Christ

GET TO KNOW HIM

I thought I knew Him when I saw Him nestled in the straw;
A babe in the arms of his mother was the picture that I saw.
I thought I knew Him when He was among a group of learned men,
Teaching them of God’s plan and things they didn’t comprehend.

I thought I knew Him when thousands of people were all fed,
Not only with the word of God, but with fishes and loaves of bread.
I thought I knew Him when Pilate said, “I find no fault with this man.”
“Crucify Him” the people cried and drove nails in his hands.

I thought I knew Him when a crown of thorns was placed upon his head,
Or when out of the tomb He came, having been resurrected from the dead.
All of these scenes are pictures that help me know that He is real,
But I only start to know Him when I change the way I feel.

When I visit with God in the morning and again at each days end,
Not with memorized words, more like talking with a friend.
When I share with God my problems and I feel His helping hand,
Guiding me from day to day, I begin to understand.

I get to know Christ better when I have pondered what He said,
When I go to church each Sunday and partake of the water and the bread.
I know that He can help me, if I will let Him show the way,
So He can teach my spirit when I say my prayers each day.

I pray that I can live my life in every sort of way,
That I can get to know Him better, every single day.
So that when this life is finished and I have endured until the end,
He will put his arms around me as a brother and a friend.

-Daniel M. Tucker

The Fellowship of the UnashamedI am part of the “Fellowship of the Unashamed”. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power. My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back diluted or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until Heaven returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He comes to get his own, He will have no problem recognizing me.
My colors will be clear.
I am not ashamed of the Gospel.
-by Dr. Bob Moorehead

Footprints In The Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes of my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two set of foot prints.
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could only see one set of footprints

So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most
you have not been there for me?"

The Lord replied,
 "The times when you have
 seen only one set of footprints,
 is when I carried you."
-Mary Stevenson