NEVER, UNLESS...

by LION'S EYE

Living, dying, people everywhere

laughing, crying, no one really cares

seeking, striving, losing what they gain

hurting, fighting, nothing ends their pain.

But then upon their darkness,

there comes a Blessed Light,

when from the lips of others

they hear the Words of Life

that in the Savior's payment

for sin on Calvary

they'll find their hope of peace

and life eternally.

But NEVER will this message

of Freedom reach to them

unless we strive to bear it

unto the world's end.

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Who Me? Forty?

by LION'S EYE

One day I stood at the bathroom sink 

As I looked up, started to think.

The face that stared right back at me 

was not someone I expected to see!

The hair had just a tinge of grey 

and by the eyes, some wrinkles played,

and sagging downward to the ground

the skin was tanned, the stomach round

I snarled at it, it snarled back

and shocked I saw there was a lack!

...for holes appeared within that grin

that showed some blackness there within

I flexed my muscles and showed who’s boss

but when I stretched it made me cough.

And just when starting to despair,

another figure then appeared.

She stepped up close and hugged me tight

and I knew 40 was alright...

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WEEKEND WARRIORS

 by LION'S EYE

In a big new car, they've come from afar,

clear from way across town,

to sit for an hour, perspiring and dour,

while their leader the pulpit will pound

These smooth white faces, from "superior" races,

their religion all pretty and neat,

bring their tithes and their fancied up wives

to their own "special" Sunday church seat.

Exhorted to sing, to stand and to sit,

from effort their faces all red,

so as a result, (it's not their fault),

many stay home in bed.

Saddest of all, to the alter they're called

week after pleading week,

and as millions die, these "christians" sigh,

and think of their roasting meat.

Where is the fire, the burning desire,

to reach their fellow man,

to set things right, for justice fight,

not bury their heads in the sand?

Oh Christian true, a challenge to you,

I present in the name of our Lord,

to open your eyes, become as the wise, 

and take up your God-given Sword.

For to battle we're called, not to soft pews lulled,

but to combat hand to hand,

to give of our best, not take our rest,

and to obey our Lord's command.

So open your heart, it's past time to start,

the battle's a raging din,

the end is near, the Trumpet we'll hear,

signaling THEN our rest to begin.

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Little part, big start

Lion's Eye

(written to my wife for Christmas 2012 - she had to guess what it was.
It was a stainless drain for a stainless steel sink for our apt)

I'm just one part of a greater whole,

but fall in me and down you'll go!

So if you guess my vital part,

the rest of me will be your start!

You've waited long to hear me play,

the music of your day to day,

that tinkling chime of living sound

as everything goes round and round.

We're not as pretty as your rose,

for of our presence no one knows,

and we were purchased in the dark,

and hidden away right from the start!

We're shiny as a mirror bright,

all polished up and bouncing light,

but later no one looks at us,

all piled upon with food and crusts,

Reflecting dishes, pots and pans,

and all wiped down with soapy hands,

we'll do our job so faithfully,

and bring real cleansing then to thee.

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Third Day Wife

by Lion's Eye

Up on the stony stairway, with moon so big and bright,

we sit in breezy silence, just taking in the night.

Soft sounds from rustling palm fronds, caress our listening ears,

and shining clouds hang over us, like silver chandeliers.

It's almost time to celebrate, this special time of year

when midnite brings this new day, of one so loved and dear.

For on this day in April (it was a while ago),

a lovely babe came to our world, and then began her show.

So different from the others, (she never was the same),

her smile and love are evident, her speech a sweet refrain.

Wherever angels follow her, whether through the day or night,

she keeps them busy chuckling, while carrying high her light.

And through the storms of windy blasts, when walking is a chore,

her lips and life teach love and grace, and life for evermore.

And on this special third day, when thinking of her life,

I give my thanks to God for her, my special "third day wife".

For on that day, as we have seen, (and Matthew's story shows),

our world would never be the same, when Jesus finally rose.

And so it is with all who share, that third day Special Life

which makes us finally understand what makes a special wife.

So as we sit upon those rocks, where one day we might see,

some scenes of times and happenings, in a place called Galilee,

Our thanks are to our Maker, that brought us to this place,

Who gave us sand and coconut trees, all purely by His grace.

But on my mind, while on those stairs, is not the sand or breeze,

it's on this wife beside me, that seeks my Lord, to please.

So thank you God for this my dear, I still can't believe it's true,

that such a gift could come to me, a gift direct from YOU.

And thank you sweetie for your love, though undeserved for sure,

for brightening life and showing light, with love so very pure.

May God's blessings shower down , not in a drop or two,

but in a deluge huge and great, poured out because of you.

And so I sit beside you now, and drink in what's not mine,

these rains of love GOD has for you, through all His plans divine.

So cling to me and keep me near, and blessings I will see,

and thank you for your life of love, that sets the captives free.

I love you - your husband


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THE VOICE OF GOD

The Voice of God

I heard the voice of God one day, He spoke so clear and plain,

I reveled in the sound of it, such clear and sweet refrain!

But over time, this speech so clear, began to fade and dim,

'til finally I could hear it not, and turned away from Him.

It seemed as though He'd gone from me, so I then sought my way,

and chose which roads were best to go, and suffered every day.

My world was filled with darkened nights, my past seemed just a lie,

no joy, nor love would come to me, my hope began to die.

But in a moment, in a flash, my dulled and sinful heart,

was shown a light, a call from God, that woke me with a start.

For God does not abandon us, but stays real close at hand,

so when we finally "listen up", the truth we understand. 

A still small voice is His, you see. In love, it whispers low

to His Beloved children here, wherever we would go.

The "shouts" are for His enemies, their judgments to begin,

this "distance" then, I'd ill perceived , was from my very sin!

Oh Father's love that ever speaks, Your voice comes to my ear.

My one and only prayer is this: that I'll stay close to hear!

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FOR GOD, I BELIEVE AND RECEIVE

For God, I Believe and Receive

But for the wondrous grace of God,

My wretched state you’d see,

But for the wondrous grace of God,

This man would n’er stand free.

But for this gift of love supreme

The blackness of my night would scream,

With demon’s hate and fire’s pain,

My future full of just the same.

(my future full of just the same)

But for the wondrous grace of God

My useless life would daily stand

in empty tribute to my sin,

a victim to the Law’s demand.

How can a God of Light so pure,

Look on this worm of Adam’s race,

Yet pay a price beyond belief,

To purchase freedom, offer grace?

Why should He give this gift to me?

A man enslaved to sinful life.

Why should His love flow from His Throne,

and free me from my dire plight?

I cannot think these thoughts so high

My mind too simple cannot fly

In such a lofty place above

Where dwells this Perfect God of Love.

Chorus:

But God, I believe and receive, for Your hands, they show us Your love,

And God I believe and receive, this Gift you have sent from above.

For God, I believe and receive, though my eyes cannot see to Your Land,

And God, I believe and receive, for in Your Promise is where I will stand.

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