Bear good fruit before the axe is laid at the root of the tree, cutting you off to be thrown into the fire.
To the Romans, You had a message to write; It reminds me of a lawyer, Going in for the fight.
How can a man find joy in death? How can a man say that departing this life is far better? Death is what I am trying to delay yet I must die to gain?
There are those people that come into our lives that are a reminder that God's word still finds good ground.
Have you ever really considered this story of Jesus and just thought it seems a little farfetched to be true? How foolish is it to even think that such a lowly man could have so much power? If He was deity, why would He lower Himself to this menial existence?
Who wants to be someone's possession? To have someone own you where they have the rightful authority to dictate your life?
A possession, I don't want to be, Unless it's to the Savior, Who died for me. His instruction, I want to adhere, Worldly desires I deny, For salvation draws near. Zealous deeds, In this present time, Worthy of the Savior, Who died for every crime. Blessed hope, Through grace shown, To purify a people, That … Continue reading Poem: His Possession